View Full Version : Tales of the Midnight
04-10-2009, 11:50 PM
Each poster writes the following paragraph.
Try to keep it scary or at least entertaining, guys.
Mee virst! :)
It was 3:00 a.m. when James finally decided to take a break.
He was in the kitchen preparing a light snack when, in the corner of his eye, something dark and hairy lunged for the opened fridge and sealed itself shut inside.
04-11-2009, 01:09 AM
Feeling that the shadow was just a result of him being overtired, he slugishly places the mayo back in the fridge. But as he does the shadow, which resembles the size of a small child, remains as the faintest of images on the bottom shelf.
04-11-2009, 01:51 AM
He's sees it flick...then turns.
Nothing there. A small snicker slips from his lips and his fingers release from the mayo jar.
The kitchen window vibrates, the high winds reported on the news as being the remnants of a high pressure system coming over from the west was just what the weather woman reported it would be.
Small taps came from the window, a tree limb, small branch, bouncing off the pane.
Small feet pat, flapping fast. He turns, nothing.
Another smile to self, and James went back to slapping turkey on rye. But the nagging was still in the back of his mind.
04-11-2009, 12:59 PM
That's when the smell hit him.
At first he thought the turkey had gone bad. He picked up the flimsy slice of meat and sniffed.
It wasn't the turkey.
It was the smell of something rotted. A fetid, acrid stench.
The smell of leaves, dirt and rot.
He froze when he heard the shuffling of feet on the linoleum floor behind him.
04-11-2009, 01:12 PM
Mayonnaise knife in hand, he swiveled, his heart pounding like rubber shoes in a dryer.
Eyes wide with fear, he searched the kitchen for the source of the sound..... nothing. He remained frozen for several seconds, until the stench finally broke his state. Still holding the knife, he cautiously advanced across the kitchen to the door left open, glancing at the window as the scratching continued annoyingly. The shuffling sound resumed as he advanced fearfully.....
04-11-2009, 01:49 PM
into the basement. His heart raced as he slowly walked down the stairs. nothing could really be seen from the dime light. As he he looked around the room nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But then he hears a faint whisper? Terror runs over his face as he makes out the word. Mommy!
04-11-2009, 01:59 PM
his heart pounding like rubber shoes in a dryer.
I just had to say, I love this line.... :)
04-12-2009, 01:39 AM
He turned with a shutter to see twins.
Their short blond hair shinning in the soft, mysterious, candlelight.
With a blink they disappear, leaving only a burning candle suspended in midair. Within seconds it falls the ground...
04-12-2009, 09:55 AM
James stared, unbelieving, as the flame of the candle slowly drowned in its own warm juices. The twins..... no....
No. It was some kind of joke. His friends - if you could call them that - always did say he was so gullible, he would buy an invisible T-shirt from a blind man. The thought of the twins sent him spinning in his memories.... But why would they appear now?
The slam of the door smacked him back to reality. The wind was blowing stronger and somehow the window had open a crack. Going over to close it, the smell hit him again. What the heck was that? He stepped over the dead candle, the stench getting stronger again, leading him on. Opening the door that had slammed minutes ago, the stench was overwhelming. Probably a family of dead skunks, he though. They were always getting in the cellar, an unfinished part of the house no one had ever taken care of, or even went into, if it could be avoided.
It was, of course, dark. Since no one went in, nobody had bothered to put in lights. The stairs were old and unrepaired, creaking as he slowly crept down, holding his nose. Reaching the bottom of the steps, he ran his hand along the uneven surface of the ceiling, damp with humidity, moss actually growing along parts of it. The cellar was bigger than he thought, the low ceiling making it very claustrophobic, making James nervous, making him actually afraid. All this was very wrong.
Squish. His foot stepped in something slurpy, and the horrid stench was at it's worst. In the dim light, he picked up his foot and tried to see what he'd stepped in.
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