Find somewhere high,
somewhere safe. Hide.
The white noise of the monsoon-born storm transcended anything
Simon had experienced in England, it was deafening and terrible, biblical. The
walls rattled and shook and he feared the chapel would be torn apart.
The locals had warned him of such weather, and the things it
drove above ground: things better left unseen, unimagined.
He shivered and pulled the blanket around himself. Superstitious
nonsense.
He almost missed the rough shouting, half-stolen by the storm.
Then there was a heavy, urgent thumping on the doors. He went to unbar them.
Some company would be good.
(Originally written for Lily Childs' Friday Prediction)
Hehehe. Sanctuary, indeed.
ReplyDeleteI hope it's Cthulhu.
Ha ha! =D
DeleteThanks, Rebecca. I'm not sure Cthulhu would be so polite as to knock... ;)
Who is at the door? Is it someone looking for help... or something better left unimagined. ;)
ReplyDeleteOh... I'll leave that to your imagination... I'm sure it'll do a fine job, Zaiure... ;)
DeleteI bet it's somebody come to read the meter. Those folk come at the strangest times...
ReplyDeleteHa! =)
DeleteOr a special delivery... "sign here, please, pay no mind to the teeth and claws..."
Killer last line sir, I take my hat off to you. x
ReplyDeleteThank you, Emma. ^_^
Delete"It's a High Hide. A High Hide! See you go up and you hide, high."
ReplyDelete"Actually it'll put them at a very convenient biting height."
I was thinking of this, for some reason. ;-)
Nice work!
"Ooh, aah", that's how it always starts. But then there's running and screaming. ;)
DeleteThanks, Jack. =)
Someone's knocking at the door, somebody's ringing the bell.
ReplyDeleteAlways listen to the locals.
Ha, we English have never been so good at listening to the locals, always think we know better... ;)
DeleteGreat feel to this. Ignore the locals at your peril, indeed!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tony. =)
DeleteYikes! So... he's that desperate for company? Hopefully he'll still be needing his imagination after his guests arrive!
ReplyDeleteLets hope so... ;)
DeleteI hope the thing at the door is selling Girl Scout biscuits or Avon products. Loved the description of the monsoon storm.
ReplyDeleteAdam B @revhappiness
Thanks, Adam. Or broadband, maybe... ;)
Delete"Something wicked this way comes"
ReplyDeleteOpen the door Simon... and let's see what the wind blows in ...
Thanks, Steve. =)
DeleteI seem to have put everyone in mind of a quote or other, this week.
'Opening the door' is such a classic horror fulcrum, isn't it?
The idea of weather driving "things" from below ground is deeply spooky. Very nice!
ReplyDeleteRising water levels and all that... who's to say that vermin are the only things living below... ;)
DeleteThank you, Sonya.
Oh dark, chilling! Don't open the door do you hear me!! ^__^
ReplyDeleteHa ha! If I've got you shouting at the screen, Helen, I'm doing something right! ;D
DeleteI've been in a rainfall at the tail end of monsoon season that was bad enough. Being stuck in a monsoon *and* there's nasty stuff coming out of the ground... eeek.
ReplyDeleteI sense this will not end well.
Yeah, I don't think he's having a good day, Katherine... ;)
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