Post by Punk19 on Jul 4, 2005 0:59:43 GMT -5
Lightning flickered and flashed from the dark sky. Thunder rolled from the clouds. Leaves scattered from the ground to the sky. Something bad was about to happen. Something horrible. Something tragic. Something that could change the entire forest.
The wind swirled into a gust. Pebbles now rolled from the ground. A local farmer looked out the window of his house.
"We getting a storm." He said.
"It blow by quickly." His wife said.
"Maybe I go get da chickens." The farmer said.
"Careful now." His wife cautioned.
The farmer openned the door to a tremendous wind storm. Dust and soil hit his face with the force of a thousand pebbles. Feathers flew into his face. Blood splattered the walls. Closing the door as fast as he could the farmer turned about.
"I no going out there." He muttered.
"WILLIAM!" He heard his wife screech.
Rushing into the other room the old grizzled farmer saw his wife huddling by a far corner. Walking over to her he sat down. Placing his arms around her, he and her prayed.
Just then the wind stopped. The pebbles stopped hitting the house. Thunder sounded in the distance. A flicker of lightning lit the room. The farmer and his wife slowly stood up. They trembled.
"Wha...What was that?" The farmers wife asked.
"I do not know." The farmer stammered.
Slowly they walked towards the door. Something was scratching it. Something with claws. Was it a wolf? A bear? A big cat? No, it sounded louder. It sounded like drumming more than scratching now.
Grabbing his shot gun the farmer pushed his wife behind him. Taking his hand he wrapping it around the door knob. He slowly turned it. He was in the process of openning the door when it crashed inwards.
Screaming the farmers wife scurried into the next room. She locked herself in a closet.
"Blam Blam Blam" she heard the shot gun fire twelve times before it became silenced. "Oooooooooooffffffff." She heard her husband yelp in pain. She heard a tremendous fight go on. Then silence. Nothing but the tick ticking of the clock. Then she heard the distant footsteps. They were coming towards her.
Pushing herself into the far corner of the closet she held her breath. Whatever it was, was coming after her. Tears rolled down her face. She couldn't control her sobs much longer. Finally she heard a rap rapping on the closet door. Heavy breathing could be heard. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She screamed.
The rapping stopped. The heavy breathing couldn't be heard no longer. It grew silent. The clock ticked 12:00. Moving away from the door the farmers wife crawled towards the door. Placing her ear to the door she listened.
Nothing happened so she openned the door. Stepping out of she saw a horrid sight. All the glass dishes her child had given her for her 69th birthday were shattered. The curtain's blew in leaves. Broken glass lay every where.
Walking away from the closet the farmers wife sidled towards the last place she had seen her husband. Nothing met her eyes. Bullet holes where lodged into the walls. Two bullets were above the chandelier. Another was lodged into a rocking chairs back.
"William?" She said. walking into the next room another horrid sight met her eyes. There lay her husband. His left arm was twisted behind his back at an ugly angle. His mouth held agape. His right hand missing. One eye missing.
Screaming she ran into the kitchen. Her eyes bulged. Feathers littered the walls and the floor. Blood was on the ceiling. A huge water puddle was infront of the kitchen door. And holding the door was her husbands hand.
Walking forward the farmers wife directed her eyes at the hand. Why was it there? What had killed her husband?
Stooping she picked it up. Blood trickled from the wrist. Dropping it she ran out of the house.
Stopping two feet away from the kitchen door she screamed again. Chickens, her husbands chickens, all lay dead all over the gound. The chicken coop lay in ruin. Freezing in her place her eyes took in everything.
The chickens, the broken buildings, her husbands Jeep. It all became a blur. Then a screech made her turn.
The wind swirled into a gust. Pebbles now rolled from the ground. A local farmer looked out the window of his house.
"We getting a storm." He said.
"It blow by quickly." His wife said.
"Maybe I go get da chickens." The farmer said.
"Careful now." His wife cautioned.
The farmer openned the door to a tremendous wind storm. Dust and soil hit his face with the force of a thousand pebbles. Feathers flew into his face. Blood splattered the walls. Closing the door as fast as he could the farmer turned about.
"I no going out there." He muttered.
"WILLIAM!" He heard his wife screech.
Rushing into the other room the old grizzled farmer saw his wife huddling by a far corner. Walking over to her he sat down. Placing his arms around her, he and her prayed.
Just then the wind stopped. The pebbles stopped hitting the house. Thunder sounded in the distance. A flicker of lightning lit the room. The farmer and his wife slowly stood up. They trembled.
"Wha...What was that?" The farmers wife asked.
"I do not know." The farmer stammered.
Slowly they walked towards the door. Something was scratching it. Something with claws. Was it a wolf? A bear? A big cat? No, it sounded louder. It sounded like drumming more than scratching now.
Grabbing his shot gun the farmer pushed his wife behind him. Taking his hand he wrapping it around the door knob. He slowly turned it. He was in the process of openning the door when it crashed inwards.
Screaming the farmers wife scurried into the next room. She locked herself in a closet.
"Blam Blam Blam" she heard the shot gun fire twelve times before it became silenced. "Oooooooooooffffffff." She heard her husband yelp in pain. She heard a tremendous fight go on. Then silence. Nothing but the tick ticking of the clock. Then she heard the distant footsteps. They were coming towards her.
Pushing herself into the far corner of the closet she held her breath. Whatever it was, was coming after her. Tears rolled down her face. She couldn't control her sobs much longer. Finally she heard a rap rapping on the closet door. Heavy breathing could be heard. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She screamed.
The rapping stopped. The heavy breathing couldn't be heard no longer. It grew silent. The clock ticked 12:00. Moving away from the door the farmers wife crawled towards the door. Placing her ear to the door she listened.
Nothing happened so she openned the door. Stepping out of she saw a horrid sight. All the glass dishes her child had given her for her 69th birthday were shattered. The curtain's blew in leaves. Broken glass lay every where.
Walking away from the closet the farmers wife sidled towards the last place she had seen her husband. Nothing met her eyes. Bullet holes where lodged into the walls. Two bullets were above the chandelier. Another was lodged into a rocking chairs back.
"William?" She said. walking into the next room another horrid sight met her eyes. There lay her husband. His left arm was twisted behind his back at an ugly angle. His mouth held agape. His right hand missing. One eye missing.
Screaming she ran into the kitchen. Her eyes bulged. Feathers littered the walls and the floor. Blood was on the ceiling. A huge water puddle was infront of the kitchen door. And holding the door was her husbands hand.
Walking forward the farmers wife directed her eyes at the hand. Why was it there? What had killed her husband?
Stooping she picked it up. Blood trickled from the wrist. Dropping it she ran out of the house.
Stopping two feet away from the kitchen door she screamed again. Chickens, her husbands chickens, all lay dead all over the gound. The chicken coop lay in ruin. Freezing in her place her eyes took in everything.
The chickens, the broken buildings, her husbands Jeep. It all became a blur. Then a screech made her turn.