Gothic story - A crow seemed to mock my unsure movements, cracking as it made its way over the roof of the aged house.

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       The night chill seemed incredibly cold. The moon sat beneath the clouds soft cover, eerie shadows were cast upon the land. A creature not a living word could describe slithered under the shadows through the deserted forest. A step carefully placed; carefully placed. A  crow seemed to mock my unsure movements, cracking as it made its way over the roof of the aged house.

       A branch snapped breaking the sombre silence. Something in the dark moved showing its defiance - the forest shifted reluctantly to this act of violence. Face hidden, eyes locked in place, his attire not that of a typical formation shielded his decaying flesh from my view, a flowing cloak of gnarled, translucent cloth. His bare bones lay jagged and cracked; a home to the serpents that held his now-still heart in place. A dry-toothed grin met my gaze. My startled face must have been awaited. He glared with foul scarlet rivers of passion and rage. I stood as still as the night air transfixed as my warm breath formed dark clouds of mist before my eyes. It was not a face I had recognised at first. His bony fingers uncovered the one blind yet veiny eye. “Hello there!” Were the words that rolled out of his mouth with a tint of gargle in his hoarse voice. It couldn't be, my head begans to spin with disbelief. Silence. The strong pounding beating of my heart seemed to play an unsteady rhythm in the night chill.

“Have you come to take me too?” Finally words stutter out like they were the very first words I had spoken. He continued to stare with the unsightly grin under which the stained and decaying teeth of a carnivore are imperfectly arranged.

My reason for being there was to uncover the truth behind what happened twelve years back. My reason was more than obvious to him. However, he liked to play on the nerves. “So what brings you here after all these years?” I didn't care what came out of his mouth at that moment, only endless questions filled my aching skull. Why was he here? What happened twelve years back that has kept him standing? Above my desperate questions the mocking sound of the crow became a sudden crescendo drowning my own voice within. A single stale finger extended outward from beneath his shroud, pointing downward. Did he know I was coming? Was this a revenge?

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       Twelve years back I was in a loving family who were slaughtered by the remorseless creature that stood before me. His eyes did not leave mine, staring...fixed like a predator on a prey. His glare reminded me of the same glare that he gave me before I was able to escape . I remembered my brothers pleading scream for help as he disappeared beneath the icy waters of the lake. I remembered the distraught look on my little sister's face as she was carried away by my father before she was torn between the yellow canines. ...

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