I seem to have an incurable love for all things confusing. I was looking for something I wrote a few years ago when I came across the strange little thing that follows. I didn't spell check it, but I don't think it's too bad :P I'm sorry if I'm weirding you out people.
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As the boy tracked across
the graveyard, a pair of eyes traced him. He cringed, as though he
could feel if... or maybe it was just the icy wind tracing his skin
and steeling away with his warmth. The thought of the wind calmed the
curious creature in it's cramped, claustrophobic position, out of
sight, out of mind and out of bounds.
«Get a move on!» it
thought.
It considered crawling
back through the wall and climb back up the trapdoor in the floor.
But it was pitch black inside the old church by now and superstition
seemed an incurable decease to the being in question, so it waited,
though not very patiently, to be alone with its exit point.
As it waited there in the
dark, it's restless mind tracked back up the stairs inside, back into
the tower and in just under the roof, over the ceiling. Lost in the
delightful memory, just for a moment it was somewhere else entirely.
It giggled, out loud.
Shit!
The boy outside stopped dead. Only
his head moved, strangely disconnected from the stillness of his
body, looking for the source of the sound. Then, inevitably, he
hurried off. Inside the wall, sometimes curious creatures cant help
themselves. When the boy looked back he saw the demonic creature of
his imaginings coming out of the foundation wall. Now, he ran,
panicked. Behind him, exiting the underground, relived and unsettled
all at once, was a creature that had only meant to sneak a peak and
wasn’t demonic in the least.