I thought I would share some of my work with you today in honor of the blog party that's being hosted today (more on that at the bottom of this post). So...
First of all, I'd like to direct your attention to some of my earlier ghost stories and Samhain/Halloween, Fall/Autumn and monster themed poems, all of which have been posted before - either on here or on my poetry blog - so I'm just going to link to them:
Short Story: Kaylee
Poem: "Trick Or Treat"
Poem: That Night...
Poem: Awesome Autumn
Poem: Mr Pumpkin-Head
Poem: The Leaf Monster
And now for something I wrote just for this post:
The Dark Beast
Her grandmother's words echoed inside her head as she made her way down the dark and empty street. They were the last thing her grandmother had said to her before she'd left. It was an obvious attempt to keep her from heading home; the old woman got lonely in that cottage of hers, and wanted to keep her grandaughter a little longer for company. Why else would she make upp such a silly little rhyme?
"They say that on the darkest night,
when the moon is hidden from sight,
the beast will be out on the prowl.
You wont know until you hear his growl.
By then you wont have time to run.
Too late; it's over! You're done!
Don't think you're safe if you reach home,
he'll sniff you out as a dog does a bone.
Only one way you'll be alright,
when you get home, keep in the light.
That's why he never comes in the day;
the light keeps the beast away."
Shaking her head, she tried to banish the little verse from her head. "It's all rubbish," she told herself. "There's no beast." She knew there could be no beast. The old woman was always spouting rubbish like that. Even so, she quickened her pace, and couldn't help sighing with relief when she finally found herself at her own front door. She hadn't realized she was trembling so much, but couldn't help but notice when she found herself struggling to locate her key in the pocket of her jacket.
Once her trembling fingers had finally located the key and successfully used it to open the door, she practically threw herself through the door, slamming it closed behind her. When she realized she was double checking that it was really firmly closed, she laughed at herself. "You fool, Mekersa," she said out loud to herself. "You're letting the old woman's nonsense freak you out. Pull yourself together. There's no beast, and even if there was, if he was tracking you then you'd have heard him long before now."
An hour later she was bathed, and curled up on her bed with a book and a mug of cocoa, all thoughts of the beast banished from her mind. Suddenly she heard a noise from outside.
She frowned, looking up from her book. It had sounded like a growl. But it couldn't be. She was obviously imagining it. Yes, that was it. She had let her thoughts stray from the romance novel she was reading and started imagining the growl of the old woman's imaginary beast. That had to be it.
Curling her fluffy slipper clad feet under herself, and wrapping her matching fluffy pink dressing gown tightly around her, she returned to her book, trying to ignore the nagging feeling that she was being watched. After all, nobody could be watching her; she was upstairs in her bedroom, and unless someone could climb up on the balcony that was outside her bedroom - which wouldn't be an easy feat - then there's no way they could be watching her. It was obviously all in her head.
After reading another chapter or two, she placed the book on her bedside table, drank her now luke-warm cocoa, slipped off her dressing gown and slippers, turned off the light, and climbed under the covers to settle down to sleep.
Some time later a definate growl came from out on the balcony, and something huge pushed hard against the sash window that provided a way to access the balcony from her bedroom. But Mekersa was sleeping so soundly that she heard nothing. Only when the force of the large thing forced the window to crash to her bedroom floor did she finally wake.
She sat bolt upright in bed, staring at the spot where her window had been. It was gone, of course, smashed to pieces on the floor between her and the large thing that had forced its way through the window.
Mekersa stared in horror at the thing. It was so dark as to make the dark night behind it look light, so she could see little of it. All she could see was it's size; it was huge. And then there were its eyes. They were glowing green orbs in a mass of darkness. But even as she looked the eyes of the thing turned bright red, and the dark beast - for, of course, it was the beast she had been warned of - beared it's enormous teeth in a menacing growl. She opened her mouth to scream, but it was too late. The growl had bearly left the beast before it leaped effortlessly across the room and tore in to her, tearing her small, slender body to shreds before leaving the room through the opening where once there had been a window, leaping from the balcony as easily as you or I would step off the front doorstep, and disappearing in to the darkness of the moonless night.
So, what's this blog party I mentioned? Well, it's the All Hallows Grim Blog Party that Magaly is hosting for Samhain, of course! So, click on the button below (or on my sidebar) and check out the other submissions for it!