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Spooky All Year

25 Wednesday Nov 2015

Posted by Kathleen Palm in Spooky All Year, Thoughts

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Time for…

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Inspired by Faith McKay and The Midnight Society! When we celebrate the fact that scary isn’t only for October.

For today I want to share with you my most recent dream…some might call it a nightmare, but I thought it was pretty cool.

For choreography sake… in my crazy, mixed-up dream-world there’s a wall with stairs going up on both sides with a door at the top… so you can go up one side, through a door and down the other side. There’s a door at the bottom of one staircase and another in the wall to connect the rooms. Make sense? It made perfect sense to dream-me.

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And now… enter the weirdness that is my mind…

 

Eerie green light bathed the room. A crumbling, rotting room… where? I have no idea, but it’s a decrepit building…huge, empty, and dark. I’m descending stairs, my feet crunching on grit and debris. I go through a door and peer through another opening on my left. A green light flashes. There’s someone in the building with me.

The dark figure crosses the room and I duck out of sight. Who is it? I don’t know. The way he stalks across the room, that light shining into the dark corners, makes my stomach knot. Dressed all in black, his face hidden, the figure closes on the door and I hold my breath. Should I go back up the stairs? Should I run? I press my back against the wall and wait, staring at the dark opening, waiting for that terrible green light to announce his coming.

But the light never appears. The creak of his weight on the steps in the other room creeps through the shadows. I glance up the stairs, at the door the figure will soon come through.

He’ll see me…

…if I stay here…

                                                     …he’ll see me…

And I don’t know who he is or what he wants, but I don’t want him to see me.

I’ll wait. I’ll stay as still as possible. When he crosses the threshold, I’ll run into the other room. I’ll get away. A flash of green light shines through the opening at the top of the stairs, invading my space.

He’s coming.

I inch towards the door, my escape, but dirt and rubble crunch under my feet. Too loud.

I stop.

Hold my breath.

He’ll hear me.

Then he’ll find me.

I can’t let him find me.

Silence closes around me. Did he hear me? Does he know I’m here? Is he waiting, listening? What if he’s coming down the stairs… unseen, unheard?

Moving as slowly as possible I pick up my foot. I need to get to the door. I need to get away. The decaying bits of the building shuffle and scrape at my movements, but maybe the sound is louder to me, maybe it’s only a rat to the green-light man.

As I move to peer around the door, light catches my eye. He’s coming through the door at the top of the stairs.

I’ll have to move… soon.

 

Then I woke up…

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I hope dream-me got away. I hope that wasn’t Freddy Krueger…nah, he’s got knife fingers not some green light. Probably just some random serial killer. I’ll blame the fact that my friends at The Midnight Society introduced me to slasher films and books… THANKS GUYS! You’re the best.

Odd how in dreams, everything makes sense. But after waking, I curled my arm around my pillow and wondered why anyone would design a building like that with stairs that made no sense. I wondered why I felt threatened by this figure, who never said a word. I wondered why so many times I know the places in my dreams, even if they look different, I see them as my house or somewhere familiar. But not that building.

I’ve had a few dreams that seriously disturbed me. This one wasn’t the worst, but I’ll remember it, maybe forever.

And I love those dreams, the ones that stick in my head, the ones that send my brain spinning with fear and visions of what might be.

Happy #SpookyAllYear!

Spooky All Year Begins

11 Wednesday Nov 2015

Posted by Kathleen Palm in Just for fun, Spooky All Year

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horror, Midnight Society, Short story, Spooky All Year

The amazing Faith McKay at The Midnight Society had a brilliant idea! #SpookyAllYear! Go visit her post and learn all the scary details. AND THIS IS THE FIRST DAY!

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I know…

OH DEAR KATHY IS DOING THE HORROR THING AGAIN.

But I LOVE IT! And on the second and fourth Wednesdays of each month, I hope to participate (some Wednesdays might go better than others). We at the Midnight Society had such a great time with our October Fear Fest last month, we have the need to keep it going. Because keeping the horror going is IMPORTANT.

So welcome…

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I have a little story in mind. Let’s see how this goes…

 

The Wedding

I was born for this moment.

The dress flows around my ankles in shimmering white beaded-wonder. The jewels draped on my neck and wrists send a million lights across the gray, stone pillars that line the aisle as the gems reflect the glow of a million candles.

Excitement flutters through my mind and settles in my stomach. My wedding day.

Sixteen years, I have waited. Finally the day has arrived. Today I meet him. My days of studying and preparing for the ritual blur together, but the work is over. I am ready. Chanting and praying, my coven, my family, lurks in the shadows. The tap of my shoes on the polished stone floor echoes in the massive room.

I step up onto a raised platform. Empty. Waiting for me to complete the ritual. So my true love can appear.

Two black-cloaked figures scurry in front of me, place a silver bowl filled with dark liquid on the ground then melt back into the dark.

I kneel and dip my first two fingers into the warm blood in the bowl. With great care to remember every line and dot, every symbol, I draw on the floor. My heart leaps as I finish the first mark. I lift my gaze as the air before me shudders, the world twists. A gasp of joy creeps from the edges of the room. The rustle of cloaks whispers from the dark corners of the room as a hole opens in the air.

I turn back to the floor, back to the ritual, to my job. The reason I exist is now. I dip my fingers back in the bowl. Two more symbols. One to call my mate from the other side and the other pledging myself to him.

Cold seeps through the air, wrapping around my ankles. My dress ripples as I stand.

He comes to me, arms wide, emerging from the void I opened. For him. Always for him.

“For you,” I cry. “I am for you.”

Perfect feet hit the floor. Strong legs carry him into my world. Powerful shoulders shrugs off misty fingers, the remnants of what exists beyond. Skin so white it blinds me.

He stops inches from me.

My chest heaves with desire. I lift my arms and dip my head in reverence. “Master. Our future awaits.”

The cloaked figures return, kneeling at our feet. “Master,” they whisper.

I move to wave them away. What are they doing? This is not part of the ritual. He is mine. But I pause as they lift a gleaming dagger above their bowed heads.

A dagger?

Confusion weaves through my blissful thoughts. A spark of fear burns away my happy as he wraps his long, beautiful fingers around the hilt.

Heart pounding, I lift my gaze. His black eyes meet mine, eyes full of power, of desire, of evil. He raises the knife. The light, that had moments ago brightened my mind, fades. I try to step back, but hands close on my shoulders and arms, pressing me forward. My destiny. The reason I was born.

He presses cold metal to my throat. “You have no future.”

 

There you are. #SpookyAllYear. You might have seen that end coming, but I am thinking this up on the spot.

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