Hauntings part VI- All Nightmares End
"Daddy!" the girl screamed. She ran toward the house, her vision blurred da tears.
"Ary, stop," her brother yelled after her. He reached her just as as the inferno exploded outward, throwing them back into the grass.
The fuoco raged on. It engulfed the whole house, encasing the roof, the windows, her room in angry flames. The sound of breaking glass joined the chorus of splintering timber as a window exploding outward. A scream amplified over the chaos.
"Mommy! Daddy!" the girl screamed again. She rose from the grass, but a hand grasped her wrist before she could make another move.
"Don't," her brother loosened his grip and moved his hand to her shoulder. Standing, he places both hands on her shoulder. He knelt so that they were the same hieght.
The girl looks over his shoulder, holding back più tears as the monsterous inferno engulfed their home.
"Ary, we have to get out of here," he said. She met his eyes.
"We have to wait," she said. "The fuoco men... they're coming... They will get Mom and Dad." All ready, sirens could be heard in the distance.
"We can't be here when they arrive," he reasoned. "Dad detto don't trust anyone, remember? That includes the police, the firemen, everybody."
"Where do we go?" She wiped her eyes, leaving smudges of ash on her flushed cheeks.
"Away from here." He took his sisters hand in his own, and the they ran off into the night, in the opposite direction of the blaring sirens and bright lights.
It wasn't so much as a gasp as a groan when I woke this time. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and rested my head in my hands. Six years fa exactly that accident had occurred, yet I could remember every detail of the night. The magic of an eidetic memory.
I peered up and looked out the window that faced me. Why did I keep coming back to my apartment when I had a room in the cave? A bad habit, one I needed to break. I read off the glowing numbers of my alarm clock. 11:30, too late for a change of location.
I shrugged, there was something più important I needed to do, something that outweighed the time of the night. I slipped the old Yankees hoodie over my t-shirt, carefully opened my window so as not to disturb my roommate o the other members of my squad who slept just down the hall, and slid through the opening and into the night.
A crisp breeze blew through the streets, washing over the slumbering city. It was a wonder why so many decided to go about their business in the cover of night. Most wore masked, keeping to the shadows where the prying eyes of the greedy and cold-hearted wouldn't suspect them.
Traveling through the shadows thrown da the full moon, the dim strada, via lamps, and the lit windows of the apartments at the edge of the city, I made my way to my destination, hopefully, without being spotted da any of the night-crawlers.
"Daddy!" the girl screamed. She ran toward the house, her vision blurred da tears.
"Ary, stop," her brother yelled after her. He reached her just as as the inferno exploded outward, throwing them back into the grass.
The fuoco raged on. It engulfed the whole house, encasing the roof, the windows, her room in angry flames. The sound of breaking glass joined the chorus of splintering timber as a window exploding outward. A scream amplified over the chaos.
"Mommy! Daddy!" the girl screamed again. She rose from the grass, but a hand grasped her wrist before she could make another move.
"Don't," her brother loosened his grip and moved his hand to her shoulder. Standing, he places both hands on her shoulder. He knelt so that they were the same hieght.
The girl looks over his shoulder, holding back più tears as the monsterous inferno engulfed their home.
"Ary, we have to get out of here," he said. She met his eyes.
"We have to wait," she said. "The fuoco men... they're coming... They will get Mom and Dad." All ready, sirens could be heard in the distance.
"We can't be here when they arrive," he reasoned. "Dad detto don't trust anyone, remember? That includes the police, the firemen, everybody."
"Where do we go?" She wiped her eyes, leaving smudges of ash on her flushed cheeks.
"Away from here." He took his sisters hand in his own, and the they ran off into the night, in the opposite direction of the blaring sirens and bright lights.
It wasn't so much as a gasp as a groan when I woke this time. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and rested my head in my hands. Six years fa exactly that accident had occurred, yet I could remember every detail of the night. The magic of an eidetic memory.
I peered up and looked out the window that faced me. Why did I keep coming back to my apartment when I had a room in the cave? A bad habit, one I needed to break. I read off the glowing numbers of my alarm clock. 11:30, too late for a change of location.
I shrugged, there was something più important I needed to do, something that outweighed the time of the night. I slipped the old Yankees hoodie over my t-shirt, carefully opened my window so as not to disturb my roommate o the other members of my squad who slept just down the hall, and slid through the opening and into the night.
A crisp breeze blew through the streets, washing over the slumbering city. It was a wonder why so many decided to go about their business in the cover of night. Most wore masked, keeping to the shadows where the prying eyes of the greedy and cold-hearted wouldn't suspect them.
Traveling through the shadows thrown da the full moon, the dim strada, via lamps, and the lit windows of the apartments at the edge of the city, I made my way to my destination, hopefully, without being spotted da any of the night-crawlers.
Blaine Wyatt Aldric
Reyna Jackson
Cal wished to comfort the torn soul and shield its dying light from further darkness...
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