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Artezza's HalloweenGale and I walked down the long corridor slowly, so as to make as little noise as humanly possible. We knew that it was only a matter of time before Artezza figured out we were here, and we didn’t know what he would do. We didn’t want to find out.
The hallway itself was dark and damp, despite being made almost entirely of metal. I thought back to when we snuck in, and how the cold, ominous interior was in such stark contrast to the snowy wasteland outside. Well, mostly snowy. The metaphorical front lawn was bare. The trees themselves were all gnarled and twisted, entirely devoid of leaves. It was, of course, that time of year. It was mid-autumn, Hallow’s eve to be exact. The perfect time for somebody to try a few scare tactics. Little did we know that was exactly what was about to happen.
Walking down the dark hallway, I was only faintly aware of Gale behind me. She was doing her best to remain absolutely silent, and doing a fantastic job of it. I, on the other hand,
Chase Scene?I woke up with a start, hearing noises from down the hill towards the center of town. I move over to my window and peer outside. It’s still the middle of the night, and there’s a strict curfew. So it was natural that I’d be puzzled by the loud noises. I assumed it was some of the younger kids getting set loose with their powers for the first time, but it wasn’t long before I realized that something was wrong. If it had been children, Veseyr would’ve scolded them by now.
That’s when I heard the screams.
It took me a moment to realize what I was hearing. I hadn’t noticed it before because I had just woken up, but now it was clear as day. There was screaming, shouting, yelling. For once glad to be one of those people who sleep in their day clothes I slip on my shoes, quickly open my door and move outside. What I see is difficult to describe.
The first thing to catch my eye is the red light cast upon the entire town. That, and the smoke. It only ta
A thingThe scene (Cinematically described): A pitch-black room. Dark and cold. A single figure is in the room, although they cannot be directly seen. All that can be seen is a mouth and teeth, talking. The figure is not human. It cannot be determined what the figure is, although it appears animalistic.
Note: The triple dashes indicates a pause in the scene, during which the scene fades entirely to black and then reappears from a different angle, always keeping the mouth in view.
A scratchy, whispering voice:
“Wrong… Wrong… It’s wrong…”
“Nothing. No, nothing... Nothing right. Not right.”
“Talking. Noises. Screeching metal on metal… metal on bone…”
“Itching… itching everywhere. Always itching…” The figure makes a strange clicking noise with their tongue.
“Scratching. Scratching. In my head… In my brain… scratching. In my body… Not my body… Some
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