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WinterLong
Feb. 5th, 2014 03:02 amHonestly, it was straight out of some cheap, cheesy horror flick--the storm, the power outage, the alarming noises. And it would be far more amusing if he weren't in the middle of it. He thrashed his way through the darkened room, barking his shins on something as he moved toward the french doors, flapping energetically in the rain-soaked wind blowing into the room. A lightning strike threw brilliant light across the field, and the forest beyond. Too brilliant--he threw up his hand, but could not stop himself from being blinded, the vision of the grass and trees burned into his eyes.
He threw his hands out, searching and finding the door frames, and pushed them closed while he blinked himself back to normal again. Once the doors were latched, he peered out through the glass. But the darkness outside matched the darkness inside, the thick storm clouds covering the moon. Except... his heart lurched. A small green point of light moving slowly outside. No, two! He thrust his head against the window pane, vainly trying to see harder. They looked like glowing eyes, which didn't sound that far fetched after all else he had seen this week, and he began to keenly feel the lack of the pistol he'd lost in the creek.
Perhaps whatever it was had noticed him; it stopped and turned to face him, moving closer, and he took a half step back, panicked. Just then, another crack of lightning, and he saw clearly that there was nothing outside. It was just a reflection in the glass from the room over his shoulder.
He threw his hands out, searching and finding the door frames, and pushed them closed while he blinked himself back to normal again. Once the doors were latched, he peered out through the glass. But the darkness outside matched the darkness inside, the thick storm clouds covering the moon. Except... his heart lurched. A small green point of light moving slowly outside. No, two! He thrust his head against the window pane, vainly trying to see harder. They looked like glowing eyes, which didn't sound that far fetched after all else he had seen this week, and he began to keenly feel the lack of the pistol he'd lost in the creek.
Perhaps whatever it was had noticed him; it stopped and turned to face him, moving closer, and he took a half step back, panicked. Just then, another crack of lightning, and he saw clearly that there was nothing outside. It was just a reflection in the glass from the room over his shoulder.