‘’Hush; keep your voice down, or ‘’they’’ will hear us’’! Crackled a mysterious figure that was tightly enclosed inside of a long hood.
‘’Yes sir’’, responded a small, young, blonde, purple eyed boy, lowering his head looking at the ground in shame.
They both continued to walk silently down the street of a rotten run down deserted village in calm utter silence.
A large gust of wind suddenly burst through out the streets rattling the windows and the mold riddled tiles that plastered the roof tops of the rotten shacks that were once considered homes by many. The wind force caused the rusted bronze bell that was hanging within the abandoned church that was in the path of the two to suddenly ring and cause a gut wrenching noise.
The sound the church bells made went off throughout the entire village. Ding dong… ding dong… while the sound of the bells went travelled throughout the entire village.
No! Screamed the hooded figure. “We are finished!” the hooded figures voice sounded out sorrowfully. The man dropped on to his giving into the fate that was about to come.
‘‘What’s going on? What do you mean by giving up’’? Cried the youth in confusion, mixed in with a tad of fear. The boy suddenly heard a sound coming from him; but what he saw was a scene that made him choke out in horror.
What the youth saw was a group of ghastly figures working their way towards them, the ghastly figures were from all ages and genders from young children to old men. The figures all had different deformities from missing limbs, too missing flesh; while most of the time; both. The one thing that all of these had in common is that they all had hollow eyes; that when you looked into them it made you feel a deep feeling of despair. The figures orchestrated a painting that looked like it was made within the deepest depths of hell…
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The youth was standing in horror as he the saw this scene of the group of ghouls making their way towards them.
He was paralysed with fear until he felt something tugging on the side of his shirt. The youth slowly turned his head to see what was tugging on his shirt. What the youth saw made him sink in within the deepest level of despair it was a young girl, dressed inside of a bear suit that had blood dripping from within her eye sockets.
AHHH! Screamed the boy in horror
What’s wrong onkee san? Said the disfigured girl in a bear suit tilting her head.
The boy continued to look at her in horror; but the horror slowly died away. The boy slowly began to smile the corners of his mouth started to turn into a curved expression.
He then replied; “nothing’s wrong my dear friend; nothing is wrong at all!”
Looking towards the sobbing hooded figure, the boy slowly got up and crouched down towards the hooded man’s face which was grieving in despair. The boy then leaned forward and whispered “boo” into the ear of the hood figure… the old man immediately died from an overwhelming sense of fear, as the word penetrated throughout the hooded man’s head, turning the hooded man’s head into total ruin; which then killed him… The boy stood there crouching looking into the dead man’s eye’s, with a twisted smile. How pitiful, whispered the youth, with a hint of disgust quickly flashing across the youth’s eyes, as quick as it appeared.
The boy; slowly got up; brushed, the debris off of his clothes, and said; “so; Ms. Bear we have a lot of catching up to do”; said the youth with a wide grin on his face.