Clark stepped in the kitchen, quiet as a mouse. He crept towards the door and the treasure it held inside. Clark scrounged up his face in thought and tried the doorknob.
As suspected, it was locked, but the man came prepared. He took out his lock-picking tools and turned his attention to the keyhole.
The light suddenly went on, shocking Clark into dropping his tools. He guiltily turned around and stared into narrowed and frankly, scary, eyes of his wife. Without a word uttered, he bowed his head and stalked back to the bedroom, wishes of the midnight snack unfulfilled.
“So, I-” Kayla stopped talking when she felt a warm, wriggling, yet not exactly wet feeling creeping up her back. Her eyes went as round as tennis balls and she stared in fear at her friend. The cup of tea in her hand started to shake, tiny droplets of tea jumping out of their container.
Sarah’s eyes also widened as she saw the source of her friend’s fear. “Joey! There you are!” she called out to her python. She put down her own cup and slowly moved towards Kayla, intent on stopping her snake before it wrapped around her completely.
The wind was blowing chill across the park. A brief scramble over the wall, quick dash across the grass and out. It had seemed so simple. Much simpler than walking the long way round. He pulled his jacket tighter around him. He’d not counted on just how cold it would be. Or how dark. The floodlights at the edge made fuzzy, wavering shapes in the air. The wet grass had soaked through his shoes and he hurried, nearly stumbling. He jerked around, convinced he’d heard something just behind him. Probably nothing. Nothing moved towards him with a hungry, snuffling growl.
She shut the dogs into the kitchen for the night and began to climb the stairs. When she’d told her parents that at 17 she was fine spending a night alone, she hadn’t realised how quiet the house would be. The absence of people rather than the absence of noise. A thrill ran down the back of her neck. Had she locked the back door? She wanted to go down and check but she knew it was stupid. Of course she had. She shivered again and bolted into her bedroom without brushing her teeth, slamming the door on that quiet
While at a summer camp a few years ago, a group of people and I decided to have a campfire quite a ways from camp. We got the fire set up and blazing when it was relatively light outside and slowly it turned dark as we sat there having a great time. Eventually, it became pretty late and we thought it'd be best to head back to camp. That's when we realized no one had brought any flashlights and we were left in the complete dark with the fire snuffed out. It was incredibly spooky walking back in the dark.
Sitting at school one day, I was in a more secluded part of a building doing some homework. It was pouring rain outside and I was rather cozy indoors, with my sweater wrapped around me, drinking coffee. The thunderstorm was getting louder and all of a sudden, the power abruptly went out. I panicked, not sure what to do as I felt around in the dark to grab my school equipment together and put it in my bag. Using the light from my phone, I walked to the main room and stayed there until it came back on much later.
The mask! Where was it!? He looked frantically around his room, all the while hearing the steps on their stairs outside drawing nearer. He had to find it before they reached the door! If he didn't... the mere idea was too terrible to contemplate.
"Thatcher!" they were here! The one who knocked on his door was not used to waiting and certainly wasn't expecting to do so now either.
The Thatcher looked around himself and found a scrap of fabric which he hastily picked up to cover his face. It would have to do.
He opened the door to them...
She never usually walked anywhere this late at night, and certainly not alone. When she went out, she hadn't thought it would be so bad; She walked this route often enough during day. Why should it be so different at night? Just because she had to pass the graveyard. She wasn't superstitious! There was nothing scary about graveyards! At day she even sometimes went in to look at the flowers and headstones. This was ridiculous!
She made herself go up to the gate, just to prove she wasn't scared. It creaked ominously and though she hadn't meant to, she ran.
Poetry poetry poetry! This is where submissions get a bit more creative than most, and it's a wonder how many HOLers (particularly the eagles) are filled with fabulous artsyness.