Legends Of The
Night
Prologue
You may think Thieves and Murderous psycho’s are scary but think again, think back to the spooky fairy tails a relative has told you. Think back to the tales of Vampires, Werewolves and Demons, do you think they are make believe, if you do then think again if you don’t then you understand better than anyone, that there are monsters out there. My name is James, I’m only 14 years of age, but don’t get me wrong young as I may seem I have encountered these beasts. It’s far from happy ending fairy tales, it’s scary, horrific, bloody and most of all its real. Read on if you wish, but the next six months of my life aren’t pretty, I am a banisher of evil and this is my story.
The ghostly moon glowed in the pitch black darkness. Trees swayed gently in the cool air breeze. Thieves and murderers lurked in every dark dingy ally. That’s all very normal, but they’re out there I can feel it, it’s not just a fairy tale, and one day I’ll will find monsters. As I backed away from the window something caught my gaze, something in the darkness. I stared overwhelmed with curiosity my ears straining for even the most unnatural sound, I studied the surrounds nothing out of the ordinary. But no, something in the far corner of the street, skinny and tall, cloaked in black, the figure caught my gaze and backed away breaking into a run. I stepped away from the window my hopes fading, it was just another psychopath. I returned to the safety and warmth of the bed wrapping my self up in the thick soft duvet. My head sunk into the softness of the pillow and in any minute now I would doze of to sleep and have many weird dreams, and I was right my eyes closed and that was it, I was dead to the night.
I woke with a start. A scream. A woman’s scream, my heart raced a hundred miles per hour, head pounding with thoughts, “mum” I shouted, I grabbed the door knob and twisted, the door spun open and I raced to the top of the stairs. To many steps, she could be dead for all I know. I took a long run and sprang from my feet, mind racing as plummeted to the bottom of the stairs. My ankle lands weird and twists, but I can’t let that stop me. I pick myself up and dash to the lounge, I gasp as I enter a room covered in what seems blood, tears form around my eye’s I turn away unable to look at the horrific mess. Another scream, “mum” I shout again. My heart feels like its going to burst any minute, I race to the kitchen only to find…
Anger flared up inside me as I knew who stupid I was to believe that my mum was in grave danger, and as it seems, the so called blood was actually Tomato Ketchup, and the only explanation for the screams was because of my seven year old brother Timmy who was having a Ketchup fight with my mum. I looked at my mum with shock, her long blonde her splattered in Ketchup that had soaked through her long expensive green dress and when I turned to my brat of brother I had to endure his cocky face smirking at me. That’s when I lost it. Without thinking I just through myself at him my, and elbow connected with his thick head and sent him flying. The sound was unbearable I covered my ears as a mix of screaming and crying erupted from my loud mouth brother. I was in trouble now, not even thinking of the consequences I sprinted towards the back door, I twisted and pulled the handle, I side stepped as the door swung open. I bolted out into the fresh air and ran around to the front of the house, turned around and stared at the house, “I won’t be able to come back here for a while” I said to myself.
