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A Sinister Temptation




He's gaping, and he's waiting....




In the little neighborhood of Griffin Street, the children are told not to go out of their house after 6pm. 
It is because of the local folklore about a stranger, a power or a creature. It is an unwelcome entity. It is said that the creature has a liking for kids. Their tender skin, their innocent souls and confused self's are what lure the creature to consume them. According to the stories so told, the creature eats their bodies and fuses their souls into him, making him stronger. There haven't been any recorded sightings of the creature. 

Mainly because no adults have seen the creature, and no kids have survived to tell the tale.

However, the attacks of the creature haven't been recorded in the past two years, since the curfew 6pm was made mandatory. Children didn't listen at first, but they soon obliged, as they started to notice some of their dear friends missing. Their bodies were never found, just few drops of their innocent blood.

The attack style of the Griffin creature was like this: after bed-time, there would be a jingling sound and the children would run to the windows. On seeing a box like a present on their doorstep, they'd hurry out, only to find several more similar presents, lined towards the outskirts of the street into the woods. 

They would unknowingly follow the trail, oblivious to the mistake the were making and their dark fate. The creature has been assumed to choose the number 6 as its time, as it is the devil's number if written thrice. 

It makes a very good time to do a devil-like thing.

When they would go out following the trail, they wouldn't be within earshot of anybody, and by the time the parents find out....it'd be too late.

The creature would be done with child.

Presently, the time in the area is 5:55 pm. All kids are running towards their homes, their hands interlaced with their parents'. 

However, the Smiths of the yellow house at the end of the street were having problems getting their seven year old inside. The boy was missing, the parents couldn't find him anywhere. They call out his name, "Tim!! Timothy!! Come back darling!" the mother screams, but in vain. The child is nowhere to be seen. The parents turn around and go running in the opposite direction, still screaming for their lad.

The direction opposite to Tim.
The direction opposite to me.
I move towards the boy, concealed by a bush, and muted by me.

I couldn't resist the temptation any longer, so I brought about a change in style...

Comments

  1. Niceee!! I couldn't have predicted anything until you finally decided to reveal it at the end...the element of mystery is nicely kept intact...
    Great going!!

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    1. Thanks for your feedback!! I might make a sequel, but after the exams end...
      Thanks for reading!

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  2. OMG! The ending floored me, absolutely amazing! I loved the way you kept the tone till the end and then everything just flipped around! It was amazing!!!!!!! Keep going...!

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    1. Thanks for your feedback!! Keep reading!! :)

      Also, I'm waiting for part three of Hanging Lights!!

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  3. Awesome one sonny boy ! Though I'd have the same comment as I've told you earlier. You take it to a point, where there are chills down the spine... but then it ends all too quickly. Play with it some more. It isn't a drag, as I'm sure all your readers will agree. They want more... so give them some more... All the best and nice job !!! And now get back to your studies !!! ;-)

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    1. Thanks dad!! Will keep in mind while writing the next one!!

      yep, now i'm on my way...

      XD

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