Monday, April 29, 2013
AS THE CLOCK TICKS ...
The bride of Frankenstein diligently types at her computer. A blue ribbon sweeps up her hair, and a vintage necklace dangles between her chest. She stretches and glances at the clock. It can’t be eleven o’clock already? Two hours have passed ...
She turns off the computer screen and the face reflecting back at her is horror personified. I went to all this trouble and missed the Halloween party anyway.
She stands and stretches, steps over to the window, and views the fog swirling the rooftops of the city; her house barely in view. Andy’s not going to be to happy. I wonder if he went out tonight or stayed home. She glances out the window again. I should’ve listened to him and taken the car.
An icy chill chokes her as she exists the building. A heavy mist now plays hide-and--seek with her vision. She decides to take the short cut through the old factory, hoping to get home quickly.
The scent of vinegar chips carries on the winds and her stomach growls. A few moments later, she continues on her way and munches on the salty snack, drizzling ketchup down the front of the white wedding dress. Let’s add a bit of gore ... now I really look the part.
The remaining gap between her and the peeled away hole in the fence grows smaller. She squeezes through and catches her coat on a piece of bent wire. Her ankle twists and a snap rings out as she hit the icy ground. She struggles to stand but her ankle gives, collapsing again. The air chills and wind howls. She starts to panic.
With all her strength, she manages to pull herself upright. She takes the first step and a gasp escapes. The fog sinks low around her shoulders and limits her vision. Her arms stretch out like a real zombie, feeling along the factory wall.
Pain shoots up her leg, but she continues to move on. Something slices through her hand and blood drips toward her wrist. Tears steam, collecting on her lips and her breathing grows heavy. Nervous laughter emits from her scratchy throat. She hears it echo. Was someone there?
She cups her ear and her eyes dart in different directions. She continues following the wall. Laughter rings out. Am I losing my mind? That wasn’t me ....
Who is laughing?
She turns and looks over her shoulder ...
She couldn’t see through the fog ...
She takes another step ...
Young Eighty by Marjie Myers
Will she make it home? Or does the stranger have other plans?
As the clock ticks toward midnight anything strange can happen on All Hallows Eve .... And it does.
What could possibly happen to this woman next? Wouldn’t you all like to know? Ha. I do, and it’s an amazing twist. Nothing like you’d ever expect. Marjorie also pairs this short with another story equally as intriguing. So do check it out. I know you won’t be disappointed.
And guess what? Marjorie is offering it today FREE... Isn’t that FANTASTIC? So drop by her blog here. Now you will ALL can find out what happens.... And, all this excitement just happens to fall on my birthday..... What a fantastic coincidence... I am currently at Epot today celebrating. But I will check in VIA iPhone to enjoy the fun...
And TOMORROW is the last day of the challenge. PHEW, we are almost there. Another fun intro coming so do drop by for the final one. I hope you all enjoyed today’s intro. Be sure to drop by Marjerie’s site and thank her for the download.
Have a GREAT day everyone. I know I will... LOL.