Halloween Tale II

[Ike 1]

Inspired by Claire last year, time for a new Halloween Tale.

 

Post a single paragraph (about 3-4 sentences max) to continue to the story.

 

The wind blew the young man's coattails as he headed down the dark lane toward his house. The creaking of the old oak by the abandoned mill startled Oliver. As he looked quickly toward the source of the noise, he saw a fleeting shadow out of the corner of his eye. But turning in that direction revealed nothing out of the ordinary.

[Erling 3]

He looked up to the moon wich was round like a perpectly round ball wich marked the start of a new month.

He thougth he saw the shadow in the corner of he's eye again turned and it still was nothing ashamed of himself because he got sacred so easly he continued towards he's house.

The mill creaked high and started spinning...

[Ike 1]

The hairs on the back of Oliver's neck stood on end at the unexpected movement of a mill that had not operated in half a century. Again, just at the edge of his vision there was a slight movement. His heart pounding harder, Oliver started off again at a quicker pace in the hopes of getting to the safety of his small house.

[fRACTAL 0]

As Oliver neared his house, a scratching noise started up, accompanied by shadows constantly scuttling across the corners of his vision. Oliver was now beginning to wish he hadn't gone out at all..

A window banged open, and Oliver jumped and turned to see where the noise had come from, and he saw that it came from the old abandoned mill. Terrified Oliver broke into a run..

[Ike 1]

But in his haste, the young man tripped over an exposed root and fell, sprawling across the lane. Scrambling to his feet, Oliver again broke into a run without looking back. As he approached the front door of his house, he could feel an icy wind and saw his breath escaping his mouth in a cloud as if his very soul was being drawn from him.

[Schot 407]

The air grew colder still and the fog of his breath thicker. Reaching the front door he struggled for his keys in the blackness. It was then that it came to him... He stopped all at once and lifted his head, looked into the dark night and saw. With each exhale the fog of his breath billowed before him and within it stepped forward a small ghostly figure of his past. The figure stared deep into the young mans eyes knowing full well the truth of that past and spoke...

[Ike 1]

Although easily recognizable, the voice rasped like the scraping of nails against a blackboard and sent shivers down Oliver's spine. "I will be avenged" the ghost of his lost love Emily entoned. The young man's knees buckled and he collapsed at his doorstep, his keys sliding between his limp fingers.

[erialc 2]

Her ghostly hand reached out to touch his hair. His scalp prickled and tingled, he was unable to move, his mind screaming 'get up get out, run' He was as able as a new born baby, trapped, vunerable. Something then shifted and her presence was gone. A sob tore through his very being. 'Emily, forgive me' He knew there would be no forgiveness and no peace for him now. An almost crushing feeling of malevolence hung now in the air.....

[myles 2]

Like many people, Johnathan Graham believes that his memories would flash before his eyes when he die. And so, the memory of Emily Callaghan glared into his soul, on his front porch, at the very same spot that has befallen Emily. A life time away perhaps, but Johnathan would later swear profusely that he was reliving the tragedy of Emily Callaghan. Only this time, he was Emily and Emily was him...