Chapter OneA Chapter by JulieNorell...“I want to go see the horses!” My niece whined. Her frilly white and pink dress blew behind her in the breeze. “OK! Just let me get my shoes on!” I said, struggling with the heel of my hiking boot. It was dark and the porch light didn’t extend far past the bottom step. There was something ghastly about the wind. It seemed to be filled with a thousand screaming souls. I finally pulled on my boot and stood with a groan. “Now we can-“ She wasn’t there. I looked toward the pasture gate. I couldn’t see through the thick darkness. “ Fine! Go by yourself!” I yelled into the night. I unlaced my boots and yanked them off my feet. I reached for the bronze door handle, the blue bar clock light shined through the glass door illuminating my pale skin. As I was about to place my hand on the handle, someone screamed. Leaping off the porch in my stalked feet, I sprinted towards the pasture, scurried under the electric wire, and ran towards the back gate. I turned round and round when I reached the end of the property and look out past the barbed fence to the bone yard beyond. Hundreds of decayed animals that could be from hundreds of years before lay scattered on the sandy, dry ground. The moon seemed to wash everything out-bleaching it white. Nothing. No one to be seen. I looked around more and still I found nothing but horses and bones. Walking back to the pasture I was startled by and eerie sound. “Screeeeeeeeeeeeech.” The gate blew in the breeze and grated on my nerves and sounded an awful lot like a scream. Relieved that I wasn’t going to have some ones blood on my hands I Swung the gate back towards the fence and tied it to the nearest post. The barbed-wire fence pricked my finger. Looking at it blood oozed out of the small puncture. I wiped it on my jeans and then I was on my porch. Funny, I don’t remember walking back. I peeled off my, now black and caked with dirt, socks and reached for the door. I heard leaves crunching under some ones feet. Then a voice, deep and gruff. “Get her Thanatos!” It said. I heard growling, snarling. I didn’t stop to look. I turned, opened the door, slammed it shut and fumbled with the lock. Then I sprinted to the front door, locked it and leaned against it, breathing heavily. I finally thought to tell my family. “There’s-“ Was all I got out before I saw the blood. It was everywhere, streaked on the walls in bloody handprints. Clouting the white carpet in gore. There were drag marks leading around the corner into the hallway. Bawling, I followed them. They lead to the kitchen. I stood and braced myself. Stepping forward so that I could see around the refrigerator, I held my breath. Then I let it out as I saw the gory scene. They were dead. My family, all-dead. Hanging from the ceiling by their ankles, their insides pouring out. I stumbled backwards. A hand clamped over my mouth. I could feel their breath, hot, sticky. “Happy birthday sweetheart.” They whispered. Then it was black. © 2011 JulieNorellReviews
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