NIGHTYLY NIGHT MEAL
A chilling shriek, more like a scream; muffled, startled, piercing through the impenetrable frigidness of darkness. Pith darkness it was, laced amply with embedded willowy shadows that rested at ease in space as if it was its time. The moon was on a French leave, wanting in its illuminating duty of grazing the night clouds. At least for tonight and for the other nights when the old Churchyard’s gate opened in eerily creaks. It ushered in ghostly figures with their elegant outlines casting along the hallway; elongating towards the Cremation Room. The ash contents of the ceramic urns were never the same after such nights. When morning came, they would have perfectly shaped concave hollows that daring gaped in stark conspicuousness.
Not too distant from the churchyard, a glass of something thicker than water shattered. It must be blood because it flowed in a sticky viscosity. Grunts, sleepy beings adjusts their pajamas for more comfort, wimpy kids grasp tightly to the duvets as if they were strands of safety. Howling winds that soon transliterated into cacophonous mingled chattering, cackles and tears became the song of the awakening dead!
Silent; except for Andrea’s breathing.
Still, silent and attentive was what to describe the body on the bed. Feigned sleep induced by pretend fever, sweaty palms. Meddling with death, he sort to catch the prankster that toppled the furnitures in his room, leaving bits of bread and wine sauce that screamed- BLOOD. Continue reading “NIGHTLY NIGHT MEAL”