The wind blew
furiously as the moon shone upon the oak tree. Its large branches creaked and
the few remaining leaves were thrown around to the unknown places of the wind.
A figure was there, even if you were staring at that exact spot you would have immediately
registered the fact as him having been there forever. He had shoulder length
hair that, even though the wind should have tossed it into his face, was still.
A movement appeared at the other side of the oak, and the stranger was gone. He
had fled the tree, with the appearance of it
the stranger would not dare to keep on the premises. Some may think of a
vampire, such as the sparkly pale thing that could run at fast speeds. But,
those aren’t the types of “monsters” that exist here.
The
monsters here were the actual horrifying ones, those that would keep you up
with terror and a fear of closing your eyes as doing such may be the last time
you ever do so. There were ones that posed as humans and when exposed to certain
conditions they would expose themselves. Some drank off of fear and the sound
of screams as a source of energy. Some may keep bad disguises that would give
any human the creeps and crawls. Most people these days express no fear to
monsters, as the media and the internet have ruined the true definition of monster.
There
were those who kept with classic appearances and places to live. Such as the ghouls
in the crypts of the downtown cemetery that would steal people from their homes.
Or the vampire who supposedly reside above the ancient movie theater on Brooker
Street that bite any daring teen that enters upon a dare. But of course those
are the ones that will keep to the basics and have refused to advance with the
generations.
Back on subject now. The stranger may still reside in the
part of your mind where things nag you to investigate or find out more. How did
he escape from it? Well he flew of
course. Leathery bat wings that stretched across the sky and blocked out parts
of the sky. He mostly soared as the wind usually carried him across town to the
lake house. As he passed over Axle Street a child stared at him, eyes stretched
wide as he saw a shape with huge bat wings and glowing blue eyes quickly streak
through the open sky of stars. His name you might ask was Njord. He came from
the country of Norway searching fresher hunting grounds.
Njord
arrived at his home and frowned, the door was wide open although he was
positive he had closed it. With suspicion the monster slowly walked into the
house. A loud creak echoed and Njord turned towards it paling swiftly.
I will spare you the gruesome details, seeing as how bloody
murder was screamed and horrid ripping noises. Njord was a monster of great
power and was responsible for many murders and disappearances. The next morning
the sun shone upon a set of great wings that filled the entrance hall. There was
nothing attached and a odd dark stain spread upon the wood work.