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Color Of The Night (A Halloween Story) by Bernice Angoh
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Not rated by the Author.
...SOMEBODY'S WATCHING YOU...
The color of the moon suddenly changes
The night air begins to whisper your name
They know you are there
They know you are all alone
They are coming for you
They are coming in twos
The old cabin floor creaks
The old tree branch breaks and
Morning is no where in sight
"Hoot, Hoot" the owl calls out
It is a warning
Shouldn't you start running?
Suddenly a gust of air rushes in
Sending chills down your spine
Palms sweating
Heart Pounding
Your imagination is running wild or is it?
You remember closing the front door or did you?
Soft footsteps creep in
There is a shadow beyond the window
Cold sweat makes its way down your pants
You know now that it is true
You know for sure,
As sure as the cold hand that now lays on your shoulder,
That tonight is the night that you die...
I love the thrill of the suspence building up
Oustanding piece Bernice......
Peace & Love be with you
William
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
10/4/2007
VERY well done, Bernice, I really liked your take here, and what I liked most of all was that you did not succumb to frivolity at the end . . . Stand. Bow. The applause is for you . . .
Tasked by his Goddess to find, relocate, and then quicken, the last three Heart Tree gem-seeds, Vanx the bard, and his motley crew of adventurers, set out to do just that.
The color of the moon suddenly changes
