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meg_evonne:
(OK, so zombies it is...)

It's near midnight, when the wind outside stops. Exhausted, I leave my laptop to check out the snowmen. Same number it looks like. I'd swear they're in different places. In fact, that scarf around the one right by the window--was it dark colors? It looks white with roses now.

Off in the distance there is someone walking around with a torch.

superpsycho:
What is someone doing out in this cold after midnight? And I was told no one was up here. Darn snowmen have really got me spooked. Wish I had a camera, then I'd know for sure if they were moving and changing scarves and hats or if it was just my imagination. Didn't I hear something about some escaped convict a few days ago? And there isn't even any cellphone service up here. What am I going to do? How did I let them talk me into coming up here? And why must this book be about zombies, why not pixies or cute little faeries or something like that. Trouble is they already gave me a $20k advance for the zombies and I can't afford to give it back.

I see the light moving from tree to tree, getting closer. What am I going to do? Then I remember the fireplace, the poker, it's better than nothing.

I quickly run to the fireplace and get the poker. But when I return and look out the window, I can't find the light from the torch. Where did they go? Then I hear it! That darn noise again; scratch, scratch, shuffle, shuffle. Crazy noises, shifting snowman, and some strange person running around in the middle of the night; what's next, ghosts? Then thanks to my grandmother's diary, this frightening image of a ghost in a clown's outfit pops into my head and sends shivers up my spine. I think I'd rather face an escaped convict. 

meg_evonne:
I throw more wood on the fire and pace in front of it. This really is getting on my nerves.

That's when I hear the knock on the cabin's front door.

superpsycho:
With the sound, my hand instinctively tightens on the pokers handle. I take a deep breath and realize I'm probably being stupid but with the evenings events I'm just too on edge to think clearly or take chances. Hesitantly, I go to the door and peek through the peephole.

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