Tukaj je ena kratka zgodbica, ki sem jo napisal pred kakim letom, za bolj zabavni del faksa :P
Naslov je preprosto A Halloween Story, napisana je pa v angleščini originalno. Je moje lastno delo zato brez kopiranja prosim :P
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A horse rushed forward, as if it was being hunted. On its back was a young man, covered with a black cloak to protect from the heavy rain. As they rode around a corner on the road, he suddendly sat straight up and pulled on the reins. In the dark, eerie woods around him, he could see a faint light emanating somewhere from the trees. The young man decided to seek shelter there.
When the lights drew nearer, he recognized the outline of a huge old mansion and a light in one of its windows. He rode up to the mansion and bound the horse near the door. He walked to the big front door and knocked loudly. No one answered so he pushed the door and it gave way. The man stepped into an old, dusty long hall with a single lantern lit at the opposite end. The light didn't reach far and it was hard to estimate how wide the hall was, so the young man remained watchful of his surroundings. He crossed the hall, noticed a staircase at the latern and slowly started to climb. The floorboards were creaking on every step he took to the top. He wondered where the light he saw from outside originated, so he explored the corridor he found himself in.
There he found a room, from which a light shined like in the middle of the day but there was no apparent source to it. And in that room, in one of the far corners, sat a little girl, facing the wall and holding her knees. He called out to her, but she just held on tighter.
The man stepped closer and at that moment, he heard his horse neigh in pain. He ran to the window and looked down but there was no sign of the horse. Feeling a chill on his back, he turned to the little girl and asked her what happened to the horse. She turned around and just stared at him with big, pale white eyes. »It is gone,« she said. The young man was starting to get really afraid. He didn't know who the little girl was and what she was doing here. But he had a feeling that he would be better outside, in the rain, that in this house.
As he turned around and started in the direction of the door, she spoke again: »You cannot leave.« The man paused only for a moment and then continued on his way. As he reached the bottom of the staircase, he saw another light, but it was at the other end of the hall again. Thinking it had to be the way out, he tried to reach it, but it seemed like it was getting farther away, not getting closer. When he finally reached the lantern, the light went out. It was pitch black, and he didn't know what to do. He reached out, trying to find the door, but instead, what he felt was a soft, gooey mess that sent chills down his spine. Suddenly, two bright spots appeared right in front of him and he realized they were the eyes of the little girl. The darkness spoke with the voice of the girl, but it was distorted, like it was coming from a great distance. It spoke words the young man didn't recognize, like a long dead language, but he felt the murderous intent in the voice and he felt the presence of more appearing black masses. He shuddered with fear and yelled out into the darkness but his voice didn't carry far. He implored the darkness in all the ancient languages he knew, but there was no response. The room was filled darkness and suddenly it stopped moving. The black masses spoke in unison: »This is the end.« For a moment, everything was quiet.
And then the darkness pounced. It moved closer to him at incredible speed and the young man stood there, stricken with fear, with nothing to defend himself with. The dark mass started to envelop him, and he felt excruciating pain, like a thousand knives stabbing his body. And the young boy knew it was true. His life was about to stop, just like that, in this moment. He felt the last, agonizing jolt of pain and then there was silence.
The black masses slowly started to dissolve and all that was left in the place where the young man stood, was a black smudge and a little light, shimmering in the dark.
Napisal/Written by Miha Komac
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Upam, da vam je bila fajn in super creepy :D se vidmo
