Electricity danced through the air. Molecules abuzz, the sky filled with the stifling tension that comes before a storm. The darkness was impenetrable. The moon, shrouded by the swollen clouds that drifted lazily on the subtle wind, guaranteed a murky night. The type of night when evil runs free.
Almost as if inspired by the darkness, and embracing the wickedness it excites, the sky broke. A thundering explosion, the perfect shroud for the shattering cracks that accompanies a broken door. Feet thudded softly up the carpeted stairs. A startling white against the omnipresent black. Hinges whimpered softly into the night as the first streak of lightning flashed across the sky. As quick and fleeting as a heartbeat. A woman’s heart seemed to battle against her rib cage as she struggled to silence her shuddering breaths. Every exhale seemed like a scream into the pressing silence. A window smashed open from the force of the growing wind. Swirling and shrieking into the room like a wraith. The foot steps paused next door. The lightning flashed. The women held her breath as the door to her room inched open. She shrunk further back into the obscurity of her closet. The darkness no longer seemed the perfect veil for her to seek refuge under. The wind shrieked again, enticing the intruder further into the room. The figure, briefly illuminated by a crack of lightning, seemed to blend in. As if one with the shadows. A creature of the night. The women could no longer tell if he was in the room or if he was sliding ever closer. An eye, fleetingly illuminated in the keyhole, answered her question. The door was flung open, and the women opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. The knife across her throat saw to that. The blood spilled silently down her neck, a fluid shadow, seen only in the flashes. Forever tainting the white underneath.
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