Monday, May 15, 2017

100 Words a Day 1068

The entire village had been asleep at that darkest hour of that moonless night but for a small girl. She was returning from the outhouse, shivering in the chill air, when she saw the back of the traveling elf’s wagon open. In the dim starlight she saw several long shadows slide down the steps and slither towards the houses that made up the village. A malevolence radiated from the shades, pinning the girl in place. Statue-still she watched as the formless things moved from house to house, sliding through shutter cracks or slipping under door, visiting each house in turn.

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