In the End (a prologue from "The Water")

Read this if you wish, as it is only a mere glimpse at a horrific tale that I have to offer in the coming weeks...

Dusk had fallen across the town like a lead balloon in the past six minutes. Not a light shined in the sky save the partial glowing radiance of the crescent moon and a few stars. A harsh wind rustled the dead trees around the perimeter of the small town, whistling like a madman and rattling the rust-stricken welcome sign planted firmly in the dry ground thirty metres from the dirt road leading into Centre Hill. Not a soul could be found wandering the lonely dirt streets at a time like this; nor could a peep be heard from the village aviary on the far south, away from the stucco cottages but near enough to be noticed through the thick canopy of maple trees that waved in the wind like belly dancers.

All indoor candles and kerosene lamps had been extinguished to accept the nighttime hour, and every window shutter still strong enough to grip the rusted hinges and not shatter into mossy rotted peices upon impact were closed tight, and every door that still had a working keyhole remained locked until the time came for it to be re-opened.

Not a sound could be heard throughout the entire village. Not the cry of a disturbed sleeping baby or the howls of a hungry boarhound, not even a scream from one of the housewives who were beaten by their drunk husbands because of an overcooked meal. Hell, it was almost as if the town was dead.

Author's Note

Please take into consideration that this is just the tip of the iceberg. If you would like to read more, I will be happy to assist you in the coming weeks. Thanks.