High above the city I see everything. The birds: swooping low in a grouped formation, screaming there happiness and sorrows; the people: clustering and chatting, bustling around on there everyday lives; the seemingly endless row of buildings that stand tall and proud, with hundreds of windows, or hundreds of floors with different colours and warmth. Soft clouds floating in the sky. Ringing, happy laughter and the soft chuckle of a couple strolling along the path. A family- the children running along, bent over in laughter and joy and the parents following fondly behind. A group of friends, on a night out and tipsy with joy. The town of happiness that I can see from above the clouds. Sitting high above the city.
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SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT I WROTE IT REALLY RUSHED.
He stood in the corner of the street, watching. Always watching. The man with the skull, the man with the empty, bottomless eyes, the man with no soul. The locals always knew he was there, even when they couldn’t see him. The man drifted in and out of view, not always visible and not always discernible. But always there.
However, it was only if he spoke to you that you knew you were in trouble. Then the visions start. Horrendous, gruesome visions. Then come excruciating migraines and hacking coughs. Then you disappear.
The locals were used to his soulless eyes by now, and rattling bones. There were only 2 rules if you lived in this village; one: never make eye contact and two: never break rule number 1. Breaking the rules caused pain, and often death. And none of the villagers wanted anymore death.
He came to only one person a year, one lucky person who spent a mere 3 days in pain and the vanishes. The townspeople spend the first couple of months with baited breath until he’s taken someone, then gets on with there lives as usual. The first few months when he first came were spent puzzling about who he was and where he came from. But all that stopped when Charlie was taken.
Poor Charlie. He was only 9, and no one believed him when he started seeing things. They thought he was crazy, or just a funny child making up things. But then he vanished, and the conspiracy’s started. Maybe he’s been taken, the villagers pondered. Maybe he’s just lost his mind, or imagining things. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s the man in the corner- the sielent, ever watching man.
But no one knew the truth, not for another year or so. It happened again, the next year, at exactly midnight at Halloween. The nightmare would start roughly 3 to 4 days before that dreadful night, and the chosen person would get help; would be surrounded and protected by the whole town. But there was no cure. Nothing could stop the watching man.
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This isn’t the best story but oh well haha x
One by one, they were all taken.
It started on a bitter winter morning, the type that causes rasping coughs and miserable colds. Entering my classroom, there was 4 or 5 students missing- but that was expected. However, as the day went on, more and more kids were vanishing. It started of slowly, barely noticeable but by lunchtime, nearly half the class were gone. I continued to teach, unease filling my bones but still gave no indication of my discomfort.
But then finally, I had had enough. It was near the end of the day, and there was only nine pupils left. I hadn’t even noticed anyone disappearing; one minute they were there, the next gone. Storming down to the head teachers office, I noticed how empty the building was- like a ghost town. The walk was uneasy, and knocking at there door caused a loud, rattling echo. The door creaked open, showing of an deserted office with a still smouldering fire. The building was empty.
I walked down to my car, and started it up. Driving home was worrying: I saw only 2 cars and little to no people. Finally I reached my empty house. The news was blaring when I walked in, which was peculiar- I was sure I turned it off? Then, something flashed up.
Missing kids, it read. Thousands of missing children disappeared from secondary schools today, and no one seemed to notice till it was to late. Teachers also appear to have gone missing- or found dead in homes. I shivered, hiding under a blanket. Then heard the creaking of steps; and a high pitched scream and walking around. That’s how I knew I was next.
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SORRY, THIS IS REALLY BAD HAHA. I JUST WANTED TO GIVE IT A GO PLEASE DON’T JUDGE LOL XX
