The Unknown

    She always walked home alone from work. Her neighbors and friends assumed she was kidnapped when she didn't show up one anywhere. 

    That's what they thought until they found her body, twisted in inhuman ways, collapsed on her door steps. A trail of dried blood started at the beginning of the walk way, not a sign of it anywhere else.

    Her cause of death was apparent to the police. But the cause of suffering she must have endured was not apparent to them. searches were done, but nothing was found.

    Months passed and the story died down, though not forgotten. The same event happen on the opposite side of town, every detail the same as the last, only a different person. 

    Years and generations later the mystery goes on. People with no connections taken and later show up on their doorsteps with that trail of blood starting at the walkway.

    They say this isn't a human that does these things. They say it's a creature come form Hell. It creeps up behind them and captures it's prey when they least expect it. It's as tall as the Slenderman, but as black as the moonless night sky. It's claws serve as saws and fingers. 

    Legends and stories have been made. If you lock up tight at night and don't go near the windows, it won't bother you. If you're by the walls and you hear it, it will find you. If you peek out behind the curtain, it will find out. Nobody is ever out before or after dinner. But why they still think that is a mystery because it continues to take it's prey.

    But they are afraid. So they secretly cling to these fake stories that will make it go away.Fear makes people do stupid things. But the only reason they fear it, is because they don't know it. Humans are afraid of the unknown. But the only way to make the unknown known, is to make it known. 

    It continues to take its prey and deposit them back on their doorsteps for unknown reasons. No indication that there was anything else ever there. 

Author's Note

I have in fact read It by Stephen King and in a way what i wrote reminds me of that story. Maybe my sub-conscious based this off of that book. Like my other works, comments and advice are always appreciated.

Reviews

[Roo]

I haven't read 'It' so I can't comment on comparisons. What I would suggest is to move your opening line to the middle because I am expecting a tale about the girl, but then I get a vague tale about an event that effects the population as a whole. Write about the people's fears and use the girl as an example that feeds their fears. I would start with 'Legends and stories suggest if you lock up tight...' Then mention the girl and her grisly demise. But work on your grammer and big up your descriptions. If this is going to be horror then I want to be horrified. 'Her neighbours....show up one anywhere.' Doesn't make sense. Her neighbors and friends feared she had been kidnapped when she didn't return home from work. Or something similar.
There's a good idea lurking in this prose but it needs to be scarier and that can only be achieved though suspenseful descriptive writing. Screams in the night. Unexplained sounds. Yes you have the bodies, but show me a little more about the similarities about the killings.
Keep at it. I enjoyed the read.