The Night I Died
I was strolling outside under the beautiful night sky. The stars looked like tiny droplets of light hanging above the clouds. I really felt like flying in the sky and hanging out with the stars. Too bad that only happened in fantasy stories. I was walking through the park when I noticed something behind the trees from afar. I inched towards it.
There was dead silence. The wind blew, pressing my dark, waist-long hair onto my face. I looked ahead towards the faraway trees. They appeared to me like several black skeletons shivering in the cold night. Just then I glimpsed a fraction of something long and white flowing from behind one of the trees. I squinted; slowly edging towards it.
The thing disappeared. Suddenly, I heard a piercing shriek. It was so loud that I clapped both my hands onto my ears, backing away. I thought the world had turned upside down! It sounded like the shattering of glass mixed with the high pitched whistling of a kettle. No, it was a lot louder than that. It made my ears go numb, although I knew it was a mental shriek. I screamed too.
All of a sudden, as if someone had just turned off a switch, the shrieking stopped. I dropped to the ground and sat there, breathing frantically. My hands were still clasping my head.
A tiny voice at the back of my mind spoke,
“Danger,” it said, and my heart started hammering inside my chest. There was no doubt about it that it wasn’t my voice at all. Something was speaking to me!
‘No!’ I thought, ‘It’s not possible. Things like these only happen in storybooks; not real life…’
It seemed like a prank to me, but who would want to prank me at a time like this? I got up steadily, bracing myself to continue walking. With every step I took, my heart would pound harder. Sweat prickled down my forehead and into my cornflower eyes. I blinked. Something would stir inside my brain as a warning for me to back away but I was curious. Who could be stupid enough to do this?
My breathing was very uneven. I paused again mid-way. After taking deep, long breaths, I walked quickly, taking long strides this time. The cold and vicious wind swooped at me, leaving me immobilized for a split second but I wasn’t one to give up. I gulped and marched forward hesitantly.
I wasn’t quite sure how it happened but it knocked my breath away.
I’d tripped on something and was falling forward towards a thorny bush. I didn’t want to get scratched; not in front of the prank-person. I closed my eyes and immediately after that, my fall was cut short. Something soft and feathery had brushed my face for only an instant after which I stumbled forward.
I opened my eyes. The bush was only an inch away from me and I was standing safely on my feet. Although I had no idea how it had been possible for me to not even get pricked by a single thorn. The wind suddenly whipped my face. I shivered, rubbing my arms and turning around to look at what had tripped me like that.
That’s when I fell into a shock. I stared wide-eyed at the thing lying on the ground in front of me. Even in this dark I could detect the red blood still bleeding from it. From afar it might have seemed like an ordinary branch when instead… it was an arm!
A human arm was lying there with blood spurting out of it, creating a tiny pool of blood underneath it. I gasped. An alarm rang in my head as my eyes lingered towards the white creature which stood a foot away from the arm.
It was wearing a white, hooded cape. The hood hid its face. There was a pair of white, feathery wings sticking out from its back. I opened my mouth to say something but no voice came out. I was frightened to the depths of my heart.
“I told you to stay away…” It told me telepathically. This time it wasn’t a whisper. It was a soft murmur in my ear or mind, I couldn’t really tell. My legs were wobbly. As I tried to back away, tiny needles pinched my back making me jump forward quickly. I accidentally stepped onto the arm and it moved! In only a blink of an eye, it clutched my ankle, digging its sharp decayed nails into my flesh. I gasped in pain, trying to pull my leg away but it was useless.
The winged creature watched me silently the whole time. I looked up, ignoring the stinging ache.
“Who are you?” I demanded trying to raise my voice but what came out was a tiny whisper.
Wind blew again, blowing the thing’s hood off its face as I stared. He was beautiful. He had snow white skin which made the moon look dim. His eyes were blazing red, staring into my frightened ones. He was tall and muscular; hair as dark as the night. I realized then just how scared I was. My arms were trembling and I pinched myself to wake up from this nightmare but it didn’t happen.
“I warned you…” there was that voice again, sending goose bumps up my arms.
I closed my eyes shut and tried to picture myself waking up. It still didn’t happen!
Finally, after a few seconds of trying I gave up and opened my eyes again. I blinked. The person was no longer standing there. I looked down towards the ground, the arm was gone and there was no sign of blood there; although my leg was still throbbing.
I sighed. ‘It must’ve been my hallucinations after all,’ I thought when suddenly, something grabbed my shoulders. My heart thudded loudly as I tried to scream but one hand instantly covered my mouth.
“Oh, is that what you think?” said the soft voice in my ear, I was sure of it this time. I could feel the person’s cold breath on my neck…
A pair of sharp teeth pierced into my neck and I screamed…
It was the night I’d actually died. My parents had found my body lying near the same thorny bush with all the blood drained from my face. That night, I walked as a human. Now, I walk merely as a spirit.
---This isn't the end. The story goes on. Please read 'the night I died (did I really die?)'. The title doesn't really give away the story here. ---
Gender:
Points: 5063
Reviews: 228