Post by Becky on Sept 2, 2008 1:42:20 GMT -5
Fear consumed our hearts
What lay in our minds threatened to destroy us
Born from the pain: the mother of darkness
The nightmares became reality
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((The story is told from the point of view of her first victim))
I was tired, so very tired. I had not slept for at least two days now, but I could not afford to rest. The moment I closed my eyes, horrible images flooded my mind; creatures that hunted me mercilessly through my dreams. No, sleep was not an option. Instead, I wandered through the cemetery, hoping that the eeriness of the place and the freezing weather would keep me awake. I read the names on the graves as I walked past them. Some, sadly, were far too familiar to me. When it had become clear that the nightmares would not end, so many people had taken their own lives….’Perhaps they had been the intelligent ones,’ I thought.
I sat in silence, contemplating this, when my thoughts were interrupted by a voice. It was faint at first, but as it grew louder it was clear that the voice belonged to a woman….No, not a woman. An angel. No mortal could have had such a beautiful voice. Despite the darkness and the fog I could see her figure; could see her perfect curves and flowing gown. She turned to me and reached out her hand, calling for me. I could not resist. I stumbled over to her, hypnotized by her voice and her beauty. It was then that she stopped singing. No longer thinking, I took her into my arms, holding her close to me. I had to make her happy! I had to hear her voice again! She smiled – oh, how beautiful her smile was - and I felt something tighten around my body. I paid little attention to this, though, my mind fully focused on her. She held my head in her hands and leaned close, her lips inches away from mine. “Sweet dreams,” she whispered. And then all I saw was black.
What lay in our minds threatened to destroy us
Born from the pain: the mother of darkness
The nightmares became reality
---
((The story is told from the point of view of her first victim))
I was tired, so very tired. I had not slept for at least two days now, but I could not afford to rest. The moment I closed my eyes, horrible images flooded my mind; creatures that hunted me mercilessly through my dreams. No, sleep was not an option. Instead, I wandered through the cemetery, hoping that the eeriness of the place and the freezing weather would keep me awake. I read the names on the graves as I walked past them. Some, sadly, were far too familiar to me. When it had become clear that the nightmares would not end, so many people had taken their own lives….’Perhaps they had been the intelligent ones,’ I thought.
I sat in silence, contemplating this, when my thoughts were interrupted by a voice. It was faint at first, but as it grew louder it was clear that the voice belonged to a woman….No, not a woman. An angel. No mortal could have had such a beautiful voice. Despite the darkness and the fog I could see her figure; could see her perfect curves and flowing gown. She turned to me and reached out her hand, calling for me. I could not resist. I stumbled over to her, hypnotized by her voice and her beauty. It was then that she stopped singing. No longer thinking, I took her into my arms, holding her close to me. I had to make her happy! I had to hear her voice again! She smiled – oh, how beautiful her smile was - and I felt something tighten around my body. I paid little attention to this, though, my mind fully focused on her. She held my head in her hands and leaned close, her lips inches away from mine. “Sweet dreams,” she whispered. And then all I saw was black.
