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Dyspathyx wrote:
Hi, This is going to be a selection of short horror stories based on fairytales/nursery rhymes etc, written by me and Daisy. The first is going to be a different take on 'Wee Willie Winkie.'
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Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown,
Tapping at the window, Crying at the lock,
Are the children in their bed for it's now eight o'clock?
The slam of the window, the howl of the wind, then the silence as everything became still, over. But nevertheless, one thing remained -the soft words repeated over and over in Matthew's mind. "Wee Willie Winkie running through the town.." Matthew lay still, too afraid to move. He closed his eyes tight. Maybe if he kept them closed, this would all turn out to be a horrible nightmare.
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown,
Tapping at the window, Crying at the lock,
Are the children in their bed for it's now eight o'clock?
The slam of the window, the howl of the wind, then the silence as everything became still, over. But nevertheless, one thing remained -the soft words repeated over and over in Matthew's mind. "Wee Willie Winkie running through the town.." Matthew lay still, too afraid to move. He closed his eyes tight. Maybe if he kept them closed, this would all turn out to be a horrible nightmare.
His breathing was slow and shallow, his mind a mess. Being careful not to move too much, he opened his eyes, the tears falling, a lump in his throat. What was g6ing on? He had no idea. He moved his head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of where he was, but to no avail. He was hidden in the shadows, invisible, gone.
He couldn't see a thing, no matter how much he squinted and rubbed at his eyes, his vision never came back. It was too dark, there was no way his eyes to adjust to this. He tensed up when he heard a slight creak, like someone walking over a floorboard, or opening up a door. He didn't have a clue what was going on and he was terrified. The noise he heard repeated itself, getting louder and louder each time until suddenly, it stopped, and was replaced by an eerie silence which comforted him, and terrified him at the same time. He opened his mouth to call out for his mum when he heard a voice. "It's past eight o'clock". The voice was quiet and threatening. His body froze, unable to move from the shock and fear of the entire situation. Suddenly, the room filled with a light, so bright Matthew thought it would blind him. That's when he saw it, a man hunched over him with a horrifying, evil smile plastered across his pale face. The figure lifted the item in his hand above Matthews face, a pillow. Before Matthew had a chance to react he felt the pillow land on top of his face, the figures hands over the top, pushing it down against him. He squirmed around underneath it, his strength unable to compete against this adult man. He felt his breath becoming short, before it withered out all together, his limbs became limp and flopped downwards. "Night night, sleep tight" the voice cooed, before Matthew lost consciousness.
He couldn't see a thing, no matter how much he squinted and rubbed at his eyes, his vision never came back. It was too dark, there was no way his eyes to adjust to this. He tensed up when he heard a slight creak, like someone walking over a floorboard, or opening up a door. He didn't have a clue what was going on and he was terrified. The noise he heard repeated itself, getting louder and louder each time until suddenly, it stopped, and was replaced by an eerie silence which comforted him, and terrified him at the same time. He opened his mouth to call out for his mum when he heard a voice. "It's past eight o'clock". The voice was quiet and threatening. His body froze, unable to move from the shock and fear of the entire situation. Suddenly, the room filled with a light, so bright Matthew thought it would blind him. That's when he saw it, a man hunched over him with a horrifying, evil smile plastered across his pale face. The figure lifted the item in his hand above Matthews face, a pillow. Before Matthew had a chance to react he felt the pillow land on top of his face, the figures hands over the top, pushing it down against him. He squirmed around underneath it, his strength unable to compete against this adult man. He felt his breath becoming short, before it withered out all together, his limbs became limp and flopped downwards. "Night night, sleep tight" the voice cooed, before Matthew lost consciousness.
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