Monday, November 17, 2014

Storm Chaser (Descriptive Essay c. 1996)

     The stairway was in darkness. As her foot touched the first step, an icy chill passed through her body. She didn't know what waited for her behind the door at the top of the stairs but she sensed its power and its evil. From within, the deafening silence took full control of her soul. The hallways, too, were silent save only for the echoes of her heartbeat. It beat faster and louder than the thunderclaps of the storm which was now looming over this house; her house. A house she called home for sixteen years has abruptly turned into kaleidoscope of mystery and horror. Nevertheless, she knew this place as home, but this hours also knew her all too well.
     With a deep breath and a moments courage, she took her first steps up the staircase. Her slow climb, quickening her heartbeat with every next step. The warmth of the candlelight gave no comfort. The beams of the light from the flame could not penetrate the shadows. The violent onslaught of the darkness engulfed the lantern's glow and could easily overwhelm the moon, the sun and all of the stars in the heavens. 
     As she continued her ascension, she was paralyzed with the fear at the door atop of the stairs which was now open. She thought of running but couldn't even bring herself to blink. Her body, like cold stone,stood motionless as she felt the trickle of sweat on her right cheek running down her face parallel to the tear on her left cheek. She didn't know what was worse, the bone chilling air emitting from the door or the blood red eyes beyond the doorway. With great haste, she turned to run and staggered at the sight of the stairs which were being consumed by the darkness, step by step.  She felt a pain, unlike what she's ever felt before, from within her. Stabbing at her. Clutching her very soul! She let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead. Perhaps it did. Afterwards, only silence remained as she awoke in her moonlit room, giving out sighs of relief; unaware of the blood red eyes hovering over her bed and the wake of destruction of the approaching storm.

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