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| Halloween Short Story Contest; by Mythic | |
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| Mythic | Oct 27 2008, 08:37 PM Post #1 |
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Here is my story for the contest! Hope you all like it. The Scarf Rain rapped on the roof of the small country cottage house and began to drip down the windows of a bedroom. The bedroom belonged to a young girl. Her name was Piper. It was late October, and as the water slid down her window Piper cherished it and continued to knit her scarf. She loved knitting, it was the joy of her life, and nothing pleased her more than a fall storm to help her concentrate on her craft. She did not know why she was able to think more during the rain; perhaps it was the steady beat of the water beads on her roof, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. “Baby I’m leaving!” Called a soft voice from downstairs, “Lock the door!” “Bye Mama!” Piper hollered, her voice penetrating the closed wooden door of her bedroom. Loud wind rushed into the house, and the drumming of the rain drops for a moment increased in volume, but in seconds the noise died down again after the slamming of the large front door could be heard. Her mother had left. For several minutes Piper continued to focus on her scarf. She had just finished her first black stripe, and was rustling through her basket to find the orange yarn. Suddenly there was a loud vibration and Piper jumped, her concentration broke. The vibration came again. After a moment it came a third time. Piper sighed and smiled as she stood up off her bed and wandered to her desk to pick up her ringing cell phone. “Hello?” she asked into the phone. “Hey Piper this is Daddy,” a deep voice replied. “Hi Daddy how are you?” “Fine sweetheart. Listen. I have been having troubles at work today, and I won’t be able to come home until late tonight, probably even later than your mother. You may not see me until midnight...” “Oh, okay…” “I’m sorry that I can’t be home tonight, please tell your mother for me.” “I will Daddy, I-” a shrill ring came from the phone and blasted into Piper’s ear. She gave a shocked yelp. “Is everything okay honey?” “Yes everything is fine; my phone is just dying is all. I don’t know why it has to do that, all screamin’ at me like that.” The man chuckled. “Okay then, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow honey.” “Okay Daddy. I love you.” “Bye baby.” “Bye.” Piper hung up. Her phone rang again, notifying her of its short power, and within moments went black and died. She looked at her clock. It read 6:30 PM. Her mother would not be home until eleven thirty. Piper sat back down on her bed and continued her knitting, listening to calming rhythm of the rain. After an hour had passed, the shower outside had advanced into a much stronger storm. The wind howled, and the branches of a tree outside licked Piper’s window. Suddenly there was an earsplitting crack of deafening thunder, so loud that Piper looked up from her scarf and peered out the window. It had grown very dark outside, and the sun had already set. The light in the room flickered. Within moments, it went out completely and Piper’s room grew dark. “You must be kiddin’ me!” Piper yelled. She groaned. “Well, I can still work in the dark…” Another hour passed. Piper’s scarf was nearly finished. A cold breeze flew underneath the crack of her door. The wind outside seemed to grow louder, and the rain could be heard as if the window was open. “When did it get so cold in here?” Piper asked herself. “These windows aren’t that thin!” There was a loud bang downstairs. Piper immediately stopped knitting. Her heart pounded as loud as the rain. She heard the wood floors creaking below her downstairs. Piper was too petrified to make a sound. There was a loud crash at her window. Piper yelped. She sighed and realized what had frightened her was simply a tree branch. The creaking downstairs had stopped, and Piper picked up her needle again to knit. She had just about forgotten about hearing the door slam when unexpectedly she heard the creaking of wood again below her. Piper again grew fearful but gathered up enough courage to yell out. “Is someone there?” she called. The creaking stopped for a moment. All Piper could hear was her breath and the sound of the storm outside. The creaking started again and Piper gasped for air as it grew louder and louder. She now heard it on the staircase. She began to shiver nervously. The creaking had transformed into steady footsteps, dragging across the hallway upstairs. The bathroom door was slammed open, and Piper heard the shower curtains ripped open. The creaking footsteps moved on to the next room. Piper let out a yelp and immediately clasped her mouth. The footsteps stopped, as if thinking, and then grew louder and louder. She sensed whatever was in her house near her door. The dim light coming through her keyhole blackened. Piper screamed and hid under her bead covers, the scarf dropping to the ground. The door was kicked open violently, and Piper cried and cried in vain; her voice drowned out by the wind and rain of the fall storm engulfing her. Her screaming sooned silenced. ***** “Piper I’m home!” a female voice called out. “I told you to lock the door on my way out! Remember next time!” Piper’s mother walked up the stairs, and headed toward Piper’s open door. “Piper…?” Piper was in her bed, completely covered in the sheets. She did not stir. “Oh she was so tired,” the mother surmised. “What’s this?” She picked up a black and orange scarf on the ground. She examined it, and smiled. Suddenly she stopped cold. Her hand trembled and her body shook violently. She let out a shrill cry of disgust. Knit into the scarf were the dark brown strands of her daughter’s own hair. Edited by Mythic, Oct 27 2008, 08:44 PM.
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I believe ...... Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. I believe....... That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you. I believe. Do you? | |
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| Allyson | Oct 29 2008, 07:11 PM Post #2 |
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Wow...that was weird. But cool. :) And freaky. I didn't really understand the ending though...was she dead? |
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| Mythic | Oct 29 2008, 11:02 PM Post #3 |
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I dont know. Maybe. Maybe not. Its a mystery. Lol. |
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| Allyson | Oct 30 2008, 01:55 PM Post #4 |
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Oh, ok. :P |
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