According to the rumors, an old woman lives in the abandoned church down the road. They say she’s a witch, but you’d like to see for yourself.
That why, on this bright and sunny day, you’ve decided to venture into the cool, damp building with a flashlight. What happens?
Give us 100 words or more – Is she there?
photo credit: Derek Farr ( DetroitDerek )
enet Says:
Outside is bad. I haven’t set even a gaze out the door in over 100 years, but I can tell nothing’s changed. During the day the sounds are enough to raise the matted hair on my neck. The air fills with the shriek of untold horrors in a roar that seems to crescendo by nightfall followed closely with a buzzing undertone that lasts til dawn when it all starts again. I was eighteen, and although not beautiful – certainly much cleaner when I entered these hallowed walls. The “committee” elected to “help” me , hot on my heels with sharp implements and stabbing words of damnation. They were the ones who walled up the doors and windows. After much talk of fire, fear won out at my potential vengeance and they simply blocked me in.Forgetting the power of such a place. Oh they did it all, curses, blessings, threats, guards – until eventually they dropped off one by one and seemed to prefer to ignore that I’d ever existed. For a few years I agreed. Until i recognized that I was really still here. Unfed. Unwashed. Unwatered. Unmissed. And as I’ve come to suspect – undead. If that’s even a state of possibility. I mean, I can’t be dead right? I’m talking to you now. I still think and feel. I still wake from short uncomfortable naps on these hard benches, screaming more times than not. Overall, it could be worse. If not strong, i feel determined. yes. determined might just be the very essence of how i feel. Who knows. In time I might just feel i’ve waited long enough and just stroll right out there. But judging from the sounds filtered through these bricks, they’re all fighting some kind of hellish war out there. Serves them right. But no reason for me to get involved. I’ll just wait. Then when they finally succumb, I’ll surprise their decaying bones with my presence. I’ll piss on their lonely graves and greet whatever evil has finally vanquished those self-righteous bastards. But not today. Today I think I’ll stay in the shelter of this overhang and rest a bit. Until things settle down a bit more. Until i feel just a bit more like there’s no one out there waiting…
Posted on July 23rd, 2008 at 10:49 am