posted on Apr, 11 2016 @ 08:22 PM
WRITER
The world spun and settled and he staggered forward a step, dead leaves crunching under his feet. He heard the sound of someone walking behind him.
Filled with fear, he hurried onward through the forest of barren trees.
Cold moonlight filtered through the naked branches, giving enough illumination for him to see a vague shadow darting into a crumbling old mansion up
ahead. Something about the shadow was familiar and compelled him to the dark opening.
Nobody was visible when he entered. Instead, he was confronted with a creepy angel statue that guarded a grand staircase.
It reminded him of the Weeping Angels from the Doctor Who episodes he'd watched. Unnerved, and not wanting to take his eyes off of the thing for fear
it would come alive and attack him, he backed up the staircase. He breathed much easier when he reached the upper landing. He took a couple of steps
and felt something crunch under his feet. He stumbled and looked down. As if the statue wasn't spooky enough, what he saw was somehow worse. Severed
doll heads littered the floor.
A sound from down the hall drew his attention. Cursing himself for a fool, he continued down the moonlit hall toward a room at the end. Amid a jumble
of debris stood a mirror.
Dark light pulsed from it. Unable to stop himself, he continued forward until he was standing in front of it. He leaned forward and studied his dim
reflection. The dark light flashed out and consumed him.
The world spun and settled and he staggered forward a step, dead leaves crunching under his feet. He heard the sound of someone walking behind him.
Filled with fear, he hurried onward through the forest of barren trees.