I wrote (for me) a scary story a few months ago. The Safer Side of Midnight. Being Halloween I was persuaded to write a sequel to this story. We left our heroine in a rather precarious situation, happily she manages to get away (that’s another story though). But for this story it’s Midnight and our heroine is …
Scary story, part 2
No Safe Side to Midnight
Was this hell? She couldn’t tell! Things were so unclear, she opened her eyes, only to be horrified by what she saw staring back at her.
“Do you see what I see, my pretty one?” He leans in towards her, his words smooth, a sinuous whisper.
She shudders, struggling in a futile attempt to move, trying to look away even as his hands and arms hold her securely. Staring deeply into her lovely green eyes he notices the gathering cloudiness as they fill with fear, dread … and … something more.
“Ah, yes” He thinks. He feels both her fear and her growing desire. He pulls her closer, sighing deeply. His hot breath flays her flesh, while his lips rest gently against her ear.
“I can feel it, you know” he whispers. “The evil without. The boundaries of your immaculate being contain an evil. Not inside your soul, mind you.” He pauses to laugh. “Not yet anyway!”
He laughs harder. A harsh sound, resonating like echoes from bat wings, flapping in a cave, wakening for a midnight feast. She closes her eyes, he continues to whisper, assaulting her other senses.
“The evil you wear without is of the finest veneer. A covering so paper thin as to have almost no existence.” His tongue savors her taste as he lazily laps an earlobe, pausing once again in contemplation. Her body shivers. He laughs. Playing with her emotions is such a delicious sensation.
“Yes, hardly there at all. This evil laid upon you in a previous life. You were so innocent, more easily tempted then, but it’s still there, your weakness. I feel this exquisite coating, layered upon the exterior of your soul. This ‘oh so slender veneer’ of evil calls you to me as does your purity.”
“Such a heady mixture of both, I can barely contain myself now that I have you, my ‘oh so’ pretty one.” His voice rich, sultry, seductive, playing with the nuance of each whispered word, hypnotic in its intensity of purpose.
She feels him staring at her again! Compelling! She opens her eyes. His look, piercing. She tries again to turn away. Her fear, the captured prey of a wild beast. A beast as surely he is, and yet there is a longing – growing deep inside her – a craving, a desire! The fear is real, yet so is the growing need. How to resist? She senses him, can smell his heat and her own, a dampness to her skin, she shakes with the intensity of need, panting …
Waking suddenly, she sits straight up in her bed! Another nightmare. They were becoming more frequent and certainly more realistic.
More than a year since her escape from the cemetery. A lucky thing. The ‘being’ that had first spoken to her had whisked her away from the others. She still wasn’t sure how he’d accomplished this feat. Her body and spirit still badly bruised from the ordeal. He had left her in another part of the woods. His final words were, “I’m saving you for myself, I’ll find you later, after I take care of Him”. She wasn’t sure what sort of creature he was, but grateful for her life, she had made her way home.
And then she moved, far away. Changed her name, did everything she could to leave no trail. Created a new life. The past had stayed in the past until recently – when the dreams began.
What was she going to do now? During daylight hours she had begun to recall previous lives. She remembered the constant running but knew there was something else. But what? She needed to remember in order to protect herself; and even more to the point – why?
Why were they searching for her? Who were they? If it came to that, who was she and what is so special that she can’t remember? And in the meantime – Dear God! She covered her face with her hands. A nightmare when asleep, a nightmare when awake. Too much for any mortal to take, and now she’s beginning to wonder – is she mortal? She doesn’t know anymore.
Looking through her bedside window she could see it was still dark outside. Did she even dare try to get more sleep? She had been safe during the day, since she moved. But now, he could find her in her dreams. And there were two of them chasing her, the creature from the cemetery and the demon he had summoned. It was all too much. Her memories of the past, her recent memories and now her fear.
What was she going to do?
“Perhaps I can help?” A voice said quietly, from the other side of her bedroom. There was someone there. In her room, sitting in the bedroom chair. Shadowy, indistinct but there, none-the-less … and she was awake.
No safe side to midnight!
26 thoughts on “No Safe Side to Midnight – Scarier Sequel to earlier Scary Story!”
I love a good scary story. Not sure what that says about me but I really loved this one! 🙂
Thanks, I scared myself too, LuAnn 🙂
Perhaps a sequel? 😉
Please say there will be more.
xo 🙂 🙂 xo
I’m afraid of what’s going to happen next RoSy. Not exactly sure where to go with this … no wait, I just got a great idea, and it’s different from the usual … thanks neighbor, you were inspirational here! Yay, thanks!!! 🙂 xo
A great write, Penny… I enjoyed it.
Thank you. I did try to go for the scare factor. Normally stay away from those themes, pretty much. Enough scary things out there in the real world right now!
boy, that last statement sums it up for me… in a world where old people are having to live in cars, young kids are left to starve, and working people have to live in cardboard boxes, while the wealthy drive cars often valued at over a million dollars, I don’t need any additional horror in my life. 🙂
Love it love it love it, you clever woman you. xxx
Hi Rae, thank you so much! I almost scared myself! lol, xo
Ooooooooooh oh… I will have to bring out the big means to get me to sleep now!! Sheep counting, flying elephants, flowers …lots of them etc. You get the idea! Perfectly weaved, my dear Penny!!! 🙂 xxxxxxxxx
Funny Marina, I slept well, I guess knowing it was just imagination ( a little bit carried away perhaps, lol) helped! 🙂 xxooxx
I’m only joking! It was sooooo good!!!! 🙂 xxxxxxx
Thank you Marina, sometimes I scare myself, lol! Is that a good thing? 🙂 xxoxxoxx
A very talented person can trick herself, so …it’s good!!! 😉
AnElephantCant see the chair
Who is in it he wonders who
He is hiding his head
Back under the bed
And all he can say is Oooooooooohhhhhh!
Yeah, I got carried away, not sure I know what I’d do if there were another sequel! Is that called writing yourself into a corner, lol! Thank you, B. xo
Ooooh so very creepy. I had to go back and read the other one first again of course. This is fantastically terrifying. I like it. Two after her, and now she maybe had to make a deal with someone new. Yikes. Brilliantly written Penny.
Thank you Alastair! Yeah, it’s been awhile, I had to reread it myself, lol! I’m glad I’m not here, I don’t know what I’d do! lol!
Uhhh … run? LOL.
Interesting to see what this new person has up his sleeve. Nothing is ever for free
I just had a thought on where to go with this. Came out of the blue while I was answering RoSy, so I guess she get’s the credit. It”s something I don’t think I’ve read anywhere before – hows that for original! Probably not though! LOL
That’s fantastic. The ideas you can get just from reading something else are ingenious. 😀
Well I wasn’t really reading anything just commenting to RoSy from my blog (love her disguise) still need to go visit her too, but the thought just popped into my head! 🙂
I like it too. It’s awesome.
I wonder how that happens. When you write some thing and POP “I think I am going to raise Atlantis this week” .. well, maybe not that drastic, but you get my gist 🙂 The brain is an odd muscle