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a shrill cry
#WritcoStoryPrompt9
The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered.
I froze in my tracks, unsure of what to do. The cry had sounded human, but there was something off about it. It was too high-pitched, too shrill. And it seemed to be coming from multiple directions at once.
As I stood there, trying to make sense of the situation, the bushes began to rustle. And then, out of nowhere, a hand shot out and grabbed my ankle.
I screamed, kicking wildly to free myself. But the hand held fast, pulling me towards the bushes. I felt a surge of panic as I realized that I was being dragged into the darkness, into the unknown.
I fought with all my might, clawing at the ground and screaming for help. But it was no use. The hand was too strong, and it was pulling me deeper and deeper into the bushes.
And then, I saw them. The creatures. They were humanoid, but with elongated limbs and razor-sharp claws. Their eyes glowed in the darkness, and their teeth were bared in a feral snarl.
I tried to scream again, but one of the creatures clamped a hand over my mouth. I could smell its fetid breath, and feel its hot saliva dripping onto my face. I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or think.
And then, just when I thought it was all over, I heard a voice. It was faint, but it was there. "Hey!" it called out. "Leave him alone!"
The creatures hesitated, turning towards the source of the voice. And that's when I saw her. A woman, standing at the edge of the bushes with a shotgun in her hand.
She fired a shot, and the creatures scattered, howling in pain. The hand that had been holding me released its grip, and I scrambled to my feet, gasping for air.
The woman motioned for me to follow her, and we ran through the woods, away from the creatures and towards safety. As we ran, I couldn't help but wonder: what other horrors lurked in the darkness, waiting to pounce on their next victim?
© c.wright
The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered.
I froze in my tracks, unsure of what to do. The cry had sounded human, but there was something off about it. It was too high-pitched, too shrill. And it seemed to be coming from multiple directions at once.
As I stood there, trying to make sense of the situation, the bushes began to rustle. And then, out of nowhere, a hand shot out and grabbed my ankle.
I screamed, kicking wildly to free myself. But the hand held fast, pulling me towards the bushes. I felt a surge of panic as I realized that I was being dragged into the darkness, into the unknown.
I fought with all my might, clawing at the ground and screaming for help. But it was no use. The hand was too strong, and it was pulling me deeper and deeper into the bushes.
And then, I saw them. The creatures. They were humanoid, but with elongated limbs and razor-sharp claws. Their eyes glowed in the darkness, and their teeth were bared in a feral snarl.
I tried to scream again, but one of the creatures clamped a hand over my mouth. I could smell its fetid breath, and feel its hot saliva dripping onto my face. I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or think.
And then, just when I thought it was all over, I heard a voice. It was faint, but it was there. "Hey!" it called out. "Leave him alone!"
The creatures hesitated, turning towards the source of the voice. And that's when I saw her. A woman, standing at the edge of the bushes with a shotgun in her hand.
She fired a shot, and the creatures scattered, howling in pain. The hand that had been holding me released its grip, and I scrambled to my feet, gasping for air.
The woman motioned for me to follow her, and we ran through the woods, away from the creatures and towards safety. As we ran, I couldn't help but wonder: what other horrors lurked in the darkness, waiting to pounce on their next victim?
© c.wright
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