On the dark road, there strolled, noiselessly, a cloaked figure. It knew of their story, and they not of its. It wondered whether it should find itself in their presence on this present night or wait patiently til the week’s end. After pondering many minutes on along the dusty road, it decided at last it would indirectly reveal itself to them on this very night, and show them what it is it knows of and they know of not. It has sought, for many a night, their desires, for it to strip and make miserable. In its mind, thy plan is one in which it conjures so that it will sustain itself the life of death. The cloaked figured, almost as if floating, walked along the road, surrounded by wood and the absence of light.
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In the house, laughing cheerily, a girl named Rebecce was lying on her partners shoulders whilst she told of her riddles filled with humour.
“These riddles you speak of are brought unto laughter, my dear”, she whispered.
“They bring not only joy but wit, dear Rebecce. If only knew more, I would tell you”, Grace replied.
Their hands intertwined, they looked at each with content expressions. “Are you filled with hunger, yet, dear Rebecce?” Grace questioned. Rebecce replied with only a short nod. Grace laid her head upon the cushion, and retreated to the kitchen. Upon the wooden stove, she lit a match, and thought about her livings with Rebecce.
The two had met in a pub a year ago this night, and did nothing special tonight but expel riddles from which they had acquired over the years. They had not much to do. They owned books, and lived in a small cabin in the woods, at the end of a dusty road. It was a small house with a restroom, and kitchen, and a single partner room, though they slept in the big room by the entrance and the kitchen. Whence they met, a year upon this day prior, there was more between them than any man she had ever been with, and she loved dear Rebecce deeply with the entirety of her heart. Married not, but for another month. Grace’s mother and father shunned her from the family whence they found out of her loving a woman. Grace is a year short of age. Rebecce on the other hand, was orphaned at 6, both her mother and father were brutally murdered. She was left with her aunt and uncle, until she became of age, which she left and now lives with Grace.
A shrill scream was heard in the kitchen, and Rebecce flung herself off the cushion and ran toward. When she looked upon, Grace was flat against the wall to her right taken aback by shock, and to her left in the window above the sink, was a cloaked figure. Rebecce had a quick remembrance of this particular figure. Years ago, she ran down the stairway to find her mother and father’s corpses lying on the ground face-up, and catching glimpses of the cloaked figured as it fled the house. She was not so fond of its reappearance, and her heart started to pound. It looked directly at her.
SMASH. It thrusted its bony fist threw the thin glass, and spread its arms wide as if to climb in. The pot that poor Grace had dropped in her fright was picked up by her and thrown with such a force that it hit the cloaked figure directly in the face and it stumbled back out of the window. Rebecce spoke.
“Grace, dear, we should move on to another home. The forest is no safe place for us to have peace.”
“Rebecce, I agree to your proposal of leave”, Grace exclaimed as she flung her arms around Rebecce in a fright.
“Grab your bag of belongings, love, we must depart at once before it awakes”, Rebecce said quickly. They grabbed their things, travelling light, they readied to depart.
The sound of broken glass along with another shrill scream was heard. Rebecce in confusion and on edge, witnessed Grace run from the single partner room, and dropped her things and flung herself around Rebecce again in fright. Rebecce, felt something warm on her neck where Grace’s arms were laid, and noticed there was blood. The cloaked figure had gashed her forearm open with something sharp. She felt they were trapped and could not leave.
Because, they could not.
Grace pulled to weeping ungracefully into Rebecce’s chest, scared. Rebecce kissed her forehead lightly and noted everything will be okay in the end, though she knew there was none.
She grabbed her lover’s things and her hand with thine other, and led her gently to the door, her heart still pounding cautiously.
Rebecce reached for the handle and turned. But the door would not budge. Rebecce saw that it was indeed unlocked, but still would not give way. She looked up and saw the cloaked figure’s hood peering in at her, and her stomach flew up to her throat. They backed away, and the door flew open and hit the opposite wall with a BANG.
The figure walked in.
11 November 2013
T.P. Lanzarotto 