The Monster
#WritcoStoryPrompt9
The cry was faint, still I heard the sound loud and clear as I walked past the dark bushes in the cave. My steps faltered. It was late and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source of the noise.
Never doubting my instincts, I picked up my pace and began to walk farther away from there.
I did not know where I was; could only notice the dark eerie cave that surrounded me.
Silently looking for a means of escape, I tried to remember what happened to me last. All I could remember was getting onto my bed and dozing off.
Suddenly, a shrill cry erupted in the cave and my heart jumped as I quickly hid in the bushes.
Wondering what it was, I used my hand to cover my mouth in order to prevent me from making a noise.
Then I waited.
Though the cave was dark, I could still feel the presence of a being. And as it walked towards me, I covered my mouth tightly as my eyes widened in fear.
It was impossible. It wasn't real.
Standing just a few feet away from me, stood an eight foot Grock monster. Its wooden frames were bathed in blood, and I could swear that a limb hung off its jagged mouth. The holes it had for eyes were more piercing than the darkness that surrounded us, and it was a strange view, yet in no way surprising.
After all, this was no strange being.
It was the elfin God of death.
© Naomi Obasi
The cry was faint, still I heard the sound loud and clear as I walked past the dark bushes in the cave. My steps faltered. It was late and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source of the noise.
Never doubting my instincts, I picked up my pace and began to walk farther away from there.
I did not know where I was; could only notice the dark eerie cave that surrounded me.
Silently looking for a means of escape, I tried to remember what happened to me last. All I could remember was getting onto my bed and dozing off.
Suddenly, a shrill cry erupted in the cave and my heart jumped as I quickly hid in the bushes.
Wondering what it was, I used my hand to cover my mouth in order to prevent me from making a noise.
Then I waited.
Though the cave was dark, I could still feel the presence of a being. And as it walked towards me, I covered my mouth tightly as my eyes widened in fear.
It was impossible. It wasn't real.
Standing just a few feet away from me, stood an eight foot Grock monster. Its wooden frames were bathed in blood, and I could swear that a limb hung off its jagged mouth. The holes it had for eyes were more piercing than the darkness that surrounded us, and it was a strange view, yet in no way surprising.
After all, this was no strange being.
It was the elfin God of death.
© Naomi Obasi