Her hair cascaded down her back as her eyes sparkled with a
smile with unexplained joy as she looked at me, she was like a siren. Calling
me in with her smile.
Something about her had me rooted to the spot, unable to
move despite my will to continue home and rest for the night. It wasn’t like I
had the urge to investigate this mysterious beauty further I just genuinely
could move no further, like my legs were frozen solid.
A strange feeling began crawling through me, a feeling of
unease. The hair on the back of my neck prickled and my blood ran cold as I saw
her move, an unexplained feeling.
This woman had never done anything to me in the past in fact I had never met her before, so why did a single movement from her make me shudder?
This woman had never done anything to me in the past in fact I had never met her before, so why did a single movement from her make me shudder?
I glanced around in hope of finding something else that
would peak my interest, anything that could take my mind off the mystery woman
and perhaps let me move again. Sadly there was nothing apart from buildings
that were hidden behind rows of trees.
When I looked back towards the wall where the woman was
leaning I was surprised to find that she was gone but that I still couldn’t
move and the feeling of dread was still rushing over me. My hands were shaking
and my stomach was full of butterflies.
A movement across the floor caught my attention, making me
jump in shock. Considering its size I didn’t know how I had managed to over
look the figure crawling across the floor, part of me wished I hadn’t noticed
it just now.
My heart instantly faltered with a few beats and the lump
got bigger causing my breath to catch in my chest, my shivering turned into
full blown shakes as I surveyed the figure on the floor.
It was the woman, she was skeletally thin and her skin was
deathly grey, her lips had turned blue whilst her once blonde hair had become
more of a grey colour, matted with dirt and blood. There was no denying that
she looked a lot healthier and…alive…when she was leaning against the wall a
few feet away.
My eyes slowly scanned down her body which was led out on
the concrete, nausea hit me in a second and I felt the colour drain from my
face as I saw the trail of blood where her legs should be.
How was this woman still moving?
Her dead eyes looked up at me as she slowly reached out to
me, her cold lips parting slowly and strange strangled noises left her throat.
My own throat went dry as I stared into her eyes and my body
continued to betray my mind which was still crying out
for me to move, run away and not to look back.
for me to move, run away and not to look back.
It started screaming for me to move as I watched her reach
down to where her legs should have been and pulled out a scythe that was
covered in dried blood, where that had come from I couldn’t tell and it was the
last thing I was capable of thinking about right now.
With the fear of death looming upon me my mind went blank;
no life flashed before my eyes, no last wishes for friends and family….just
fear.
She was going to make me like her, take my legs and let me
bleed to death where I stood and it all started with a simple look her way.
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