'All Hallow's Eve'

zombie short story.

The sun set on All Hallow’s Eve blood red. It stained the houses walls and windows, washing into the harbor where it glistened into the failing light like crimson jewels. The dark came silently and choked the town in its strong grip.

The starless night crept slowly along as the old clock towers hands inched painfully towards midnight. All was quiet and still. When the clock reached twelve, no sound came from the old brass bells. Instead, an eerie wail from the black waters broke the deathly silence.

The harbors water began to churn as if stirred from deep below the surface. The prow of a ship emerged from the ocean’s depths. It glowed with a strange light that illuminated odd shapes clanging among torn rigging. The figures swarmed into the air, smothering the light from the silver moon and the festival lanterns decorating the homes.

Skeletal shapes began to float down cobbled streets, peeking through windows, searching for something not found. They tore apart pumpkins lining small porches and scraped sharp, nail-like claws down doors. The masses of boned bodies seemed to be led by a tall skeleton wearing a black robe. He screeched orders until every last cheery decoration had been destroyed. A glisten of gold caught his rotted eye and turned his attention to a large monument in the middle of a flowered square.

He gazed at the plaque on the wall as if reading it: “Here lies Mayor Johnson. The seas are cleaner because of him.”

Then the bottom seemed to drop out of the world. The shaking monument dropped its plaque which broke into a million pieces and fell to the ground. Close to where the shattered gold fragments hit the powdery dust, bones had been unearthed. They assembled, and temporarily hung in mid-air. The bleached bones shook as the robed skeleton lifted his arm. Suddenly, the robed leader shrieked and the floating bones disintegrated into a powder. The vanquished spirit of the mayor took off into the night.

The clock tower bells clanged once. The unearthly light from the decaying ship began to fade and the smaller skeletons shrunk back, almost as in fear, and retreated into the ship. The robed figure glanced once more around and howled the first, and last, words spoken: “Be wary of those lost at sea, for the dead will revenge Ye.”

Everything was black. Even the sun did not shine later that day, as if refusing to shed light on the trampled decorations and ravaged town. The harbor was engulfed in fog and rain, the unleashing of the tears of those lost unjustly to the rolling waves.

The End.

Author's Note

A bit old, but I still like it :D

Reviews

[Big ol' Kahuna]

Cool story. I enjoyed the visuals you created with your words, and it played in my mind like a movie, which to me is a true and telling description of one's writing talent.

Nice job and I look forward to reading more.

[Terry Ellis]

Loved your story. Quite unique and eerie. It stirred a freakish feeling inside me. Nicely done.

[wicked.wanderer]

STORIES ARE YOUR FORTE!
I was hooked by the first adjective.
This redeems anything and everything.
You are definitely able to spin a story.
I have to say that your use of vocabulary was shocking, especially on this site; while I do come across some vocab here, it always looks as if the person doesn't really know what they're doing with the word.
Your descriptions were not overdone and were absolutely, full-on AWESOME.
There's no other word for it. :]