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Faded Dreamer: The dreaded night stalker
On this summer night in August, the air was filled with joy and excitement. It appeared as though the breeze felt the same emotion as it whisked away the laughter of our guests so gracefully into the air. The feeling of happiness seemed to have intoxicated the guest with smiles, while the children's stomachs were filled with giggles. As I stood there against the window admiring the beauty of the crowd as they feasted, my soul was captivated by the glistening ray of the sun as it playfully joined in for the fun. As my mind swayed away into the complete abyss of earth's beauty, my dearest friend and lover, Lacey, startled me. Her poise, beauty, and grace have a way of breaking me from the hypnotic trans that Earth's legacy has cast upon me. Her touch sends chills down my spine while her kiss can break the curse of any spell brewed. As I gaze into her eyes as if searching for our souls to connect, her love for me can be felt immensely. "My love, we must catch the sunset before it gets whisked away by darkness," Lacey speaks. "My dearest Lacey, it appears as if you, too, were also captivated by all of Earth's core and beauty". Shall we sneak off before the guest realizes we are gone? "Ken, why are you always such a troublemaker when we host events" we both laughed and smiled with passion. As we snuck out like two wild teenagers in discovery for the first time, excitement held us tightly together as nothing could separate this bond.
We walked along the path of the setting sun only to find the moon fighting for its rightful place. There was a sudden moment where the Earth's beauty went dim only to be enchanted by the moonlight. The moon made everything along the way glisten with glamour and fame. Untouched flowers and creatures of the night earned their appearance in efforts to gain the attention of anyone willing to admire its show. As we walked with the moon being our guide, Lacy and I stumbled upon a path that seemed only to reveal itself by the grace of the moon. Many legends were told about this very path, in which the stories have changed over time. It had been years since anyone had sighted or witnessed the dreaded night stalker. However, a few still state it still lives and awaits its prey. Lacey and I always enjoy an excellent fabel now and then, but we never truly believed the story and always guessed it was just the way of the locals to attract the attention of tourists.
As we continue towards the path, an unspoken fear begins to fill the air. What was once a cascade of beauty seemed as if it was in battle with darkness, as the sky was consumed slowly by the clouds. Every inch of light that once illuminated the way became darker, as if the world was being swallowed shut. Lacey and I quickly shared a glance of mutual understanding, indicating to us that our blissful journey through the woods was over. Before I could even mutter my thoughts, a loud screech bellowed from the pit of darkness which could be heard nearby. As I turned towards my left, I could see that the crippling sound indicated danger was close and had instantly frozen Lacey stiff as if her body was perfectly preserved over time to only be the sight of amusement for onlookers to come and see. Overwhelmed with fear and pity, all I could have done was hold her close and kiss her deeply on the forehead while whispering to her, "We needed to escape the hidden secrets of the darkness that continues to flood the woods." I repeatedly encouraged my love as if standing before a crowd providing a lecture to convince them to join me on a quest. The sound of my voice was the instant reassurance Lacey needed to move forward and keep her faith intact.
What was once a starry night has now become an instant loom of pain, sorrow, and misery, in which we were its prisoners. With limited vision, the only light that gave us hope of escaping came from an ancient and worn barn shed that was at least six feet away. There was no escape; it was too late to turn back. As we made our way towards what seemed like a never-ending journey to the center of the earth, all I could have done was pray but not even the prayer I chanted so loudly in my mind could save us. We were face to face with death.
Panting heavily, Lacey and I made it toward the shed. All efforts were made to sneak in as quietly as possible. However, due to the unknown fragile space presented before us, the shed held untold secrets. As a foul curdling smell arose as the remaining air was sealed tightly behind us as the door slammed shut. Lacey looked towards me with tears filling in her eyes. Her emotions were running high, in which her pint adrenal forced her to scream hysterically. As I ran towards Lacey to console her unsettled spirit, I begged and pleaded for her to remain quiet, but it was too late. The beast of darkness could be heard coming closer and closer as its wailing cries could be heard. There wasn't enough time to think or worry as I knew it was here to collect.
Our eyes were locked tightly in the hope that this night was nothing but a dream in which we were paralyzed and placed in a tightly held trans. I knew I needed to think fast and quickly as there were four hours left before sunrise. While aimlessly looking and searching for a getaway, I saw a small passage that seemed untouched for many years. Quickly we hurried towards it to avoid being held captive by the unknown beast of darkness. As we crawled into the tiny space fit for a child playing hide and seek, it appeared as though the farther we crept, the walls began to slowly hug us as if they were squeezing the last breath from our lungs. As exhaustion swarmed over us, Lacey and I stopped as the cool and moist air we felt provided some security that the morning was near. The small cracks in the wall provided a full scope of the beast as it can be seen scouring the space in complete hysteria.
Our existence was unpredicted, silently holding our breath which seemed like hours. There it was, cloaked in the darkest of midnight, the presence of hopelessness and doubt set in, and all that could be seen as the unrelinquished madness. The secreted sweat formed by the beast matched the scent of the barn, which indicated its cries had lured us to its layer of unforgiving hell. Behind the eyes of death stood anger, greed, and pity that not even a raging bull could match the tension set in the air. Many legends and stories were told about an evil consumed with darkness that only feasted on young lovers under the first night of the silver moon. Not realizing or adhering to the warnings preached by many, we were victims of this event. Knowing the love shared between me and Lacey, it was evident that we were the perfect candidates to feed the insatiable hunger of the beast. Standing seven feet tall while slightly hunched with long protruding fangs and nails sharper than a freshly carved knife, its wilted skin showed a visible structure of minimal strength displaying its hunger. Struck in amazement and guarded by my fear as my mind replayed the entire event as if it were searching for clues to escape this horror. As I held my love closely, wishing for her to merge with me as one, I knew it was too late, for we were trapped while the dreaded night stalker stood before us in all its glory.
© LTM Hidden Gem
We walked along the path of the setting sun only to find the moon fighting for its rightful place. There was a sudden moment where the Earth's beauty went dim only to be enchanted by the moonlight. The moon made everything along the way glisten with glamour and fame. Untouched flowers and creatures of the night earned their appearance in efforts to gain the attention of anyone willing to admire its show. As we walked with the moon being our guide, Lacy and I stumbled upon a path that seemed only to reveal itself by the grace of the moon. Many legends were told about this very path, in which the stories have changed over time. It had been years since anyone had sighted or witnessed the dreaded night stalker. However, a few still state it still lives and awaits its prey. Lacey and I always enjoy an excellent fabel now and then, but we never truly believed the story and always guessed it was just the way of the locals to attract the attention of tourists.
As we continue towards the path, an unspoken fear begins to fill the air. What was once a cascade of beauty seemed as if it was in battle with darkness, as the sky was consumed slowly by the clouds. Every inch of light that once illuminated the way became darker, as if the world was being swallowed shut. Lacey and I quickly shared a glance of mutual understanding, indicating to us that our blissful journey through the woods was over. Before I could even mutter my thoughts, a loud screech bellowed from the pit of darkness which could be heard nearby. As I turned towards my left, I could see that the crippling sound indicated danger was close and had instantly frozen Lacey stiff as if her body was perfectly preserved over time to only be the sight of amusement for onlookers to come and see. Overwhelmed with fear and pity, all I could have done was hold her close and kiss her deeply on the forehead while whispering to her, "We needed to escape the hidden secrets of the darkness that continues to flood the woods." I repeatedly encouraged my love as if standing before a crowd providing a lecture to convince them to join me on a quest. The sound of my voice was the instant reassurance Lacey needed to move forward and keep her faith intact.
What was once a starry night has now become an instant loom of pain, sorrow, and misery, in which we were its prisoners. With limited vision, the only light that gave us hope of escaping came from an ancient and worn barn shed that was at least six feet away. There was no escape; it was too late to turn back. As we made our way towards what seemed like a never-ending journey to the center of the earth, all I could have done was pray but not even the prayer I chanted so loudly in my mind could save us. We were face to face with death.
Panting heavily, Lacey and I made it toward the shed. All efforts were made to sneak in as quietly as possible. However, due to the unknown fragile space presented before us, the shed held untold secrets. As a foul curdling smell arose as the remaining air was sealed tightly behind us as the door slammed shut. Lacey looked towards me with tears filling in her eyes. Her emotions were running high, in which her pint adrenal forced her to scream hysterically. As I ran towards Lacey to console her unsettled spirit, I begged and pleaded for her to remain quiet, but it was too late. The beast of darkness could be heard coming closer and closer as its wailing cries could be heard. There wasn't enough time to think or worry as I knew it was here to collect.
Our eyes were locked tightly in the hope that this night was nothing but a dream in which we were paralyzed and placed in a tightly held trans. I knew I needed to think fast and quickly as there were four hours left before sunrise. While aimlessly looking and searching for a getaway, I saw a small passage that seemed untouched for many years. Quickly we hurried towards it to avoid being held captive by the unknown beast of darkness. As we crawled into the tiny space fit for a child playing hide and seek, it appeared as though the farther we crept, the walls began to slowly hug us as if they were squeezing the last breath from our lungs. As exhaustion swarmed over us, Lacey and I stopped as the cool and moist air we felt provided some security that the morning was near. The small cracks in the wall provided a full scope of the beast as it can be seen scouring the space in complete hysteria.
Our existence was unpredicted, silently holding our breath which seemed like hours. There it was, cloaked in the darkest of midnight, the presence of hopelessness and doubt set in, and all that could be seen as the unrelinquished madness. The secreted sweat formed by the beast matched the scent of the barn, which indicated its cries had lured us to its layer of unforgiving hell. Behind the eyes of death stood anger, greed, and pity that not even a raging bull could match the tension set in the air. Many legends and stories were told about an evil consumed with darkness that only feasted on young lovers under the first night of the silver moon. Not realizing or adhering to the warnings preached by many, we were victims of this event. Knowing the love shared between me and Lacey, it was evident that we were the perfect candidates to feed the insatiable hunger of the beast. Standing seven feet tall while slightly hunched with long protruding fangs and nails sharper than a freshly carved knife, its wilted skin showed a visible structure of minimal strength displaying its hunger. Struck in amazement and guarded by my fear as my mind replayed the entire event as if it were searching for clues to escape this horror. As I held my love closely, wishing for her to merge with me as one, I knew it was too late, for we were trapped while the dreaded night stalker stood before us in all its glory.
© LTM Hidden Gem
