"Alone. Yes, that''s the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn''t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym."
- Stephen King, Salem''s Lot
Stepping through the threshold, the stench of horse faeces immediately attacked his nostrils and he had to cover it with his arms. The barn was dark with barely enough light from the outside to give a shadowy outline to the inside. From what he could see, it was a two story barn with two stables and a workbench on the ground floor with a staircase leading up. A soft blue glow emitted from the second floor from the stairwell, faintly illuminating the surrounding. The humming seemed to be coming from above. He headed for the stairs.
see him so much as into him. Piercing his soul.
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Somehow, the humming managed to find its way to his attention again and he turned back towards the stairs. The tone soothing, following the tune of Will the Circle be Unbroken?. His heartbeat slowed back down, calmed by the mesmerizing sound. He headed up the stairs into the soft blue light.
As he closed, the figure became prominent. Revealing itself to not simply be a creature, but a girl with white hair and dress. Lying on the ground seductively, her legs bent and angled out of her dress, showing the curvatures of her thighs. Her dress was loose and smooth, showing more skin through peeks and gaps. Her petite body and small breasts outlined clearly by the clothing. Her skin, light and dreamy, almost melted together with her dress. Their eyes locked and her humming ceased, her iris a smoky grey.
Shelter? No. Before shelter. His mind raced. Though still enticed by the girl, he was capable of clear thoughts now.
Zoot. Zun. Zoot. Zun.
Zoot. Zun. Zoot. Zun.
Zoot. Zun. Zoot. Zun.
Descending the steps, another stroke of lightning lit up the interior for a split second. An elongated shadow stretched out from behind Tim. He could feel the presence and swore he could feel the colours of rage and hatred emitting from it, piercing his body in tiny needles. If there was a way to physically feel fear, that was it.
Zoot. Zun. Zoot. Zun.
Zoot. Zun. Zoot. Zun.
All he could see was pain. All he could hear was fear.