So I’m super into writing, as you probably can tell by the constant blog updates, and recently wrote a short horror story. I figured I’d post it here for you lovely beings to read. Tell me what you think!
“Mom! Mom where are you?!” Alone, Araline races from the treeline towards home. She’s too naive and inexperienced to have been abandoned, but the family cottage is within reach. With full force she sprints praying she’s not be in trouble from her mother. Behind her, a beautiful and thick forest primarily made of spruce and hazelnut trees: in front of her, a field of backyard bearing no flowers or trees before the vacation residence that the Yemi’s came upon recently. This particular home was small compared to their everyday home in the city, and fairly rustic in design. Her mother was more of a city girl that only picked this vacation spot for the space that came along with it. With Araline’s father out of town for work, the large area to play and explore seemed more suited to their needs, even if the mother can’t go get her hair done every week. Coming up fast, the smell of apples baked into a crisp flood through the open windows bringing peace back into her heart. Steps too wide for Araline’s feet build a bridge toward the back door that’s been decorated with a wreath of sunflowers and leaves bringing a warmth that pairs perfect with the apple crisp scent.
“Mom, are you in the kitchen” wonder flows through Araline as she trails past the laundry room and into the main living space. It’s strange how Mother hasn’t responded, she should have heard the call from the other room. Dark panels of wood line the interior on both the walls and the floors, while more modern furniture fills the room, just as her mother wanted. The end table directly in the middle of the room is filled with hazelnuts for the picking. Dodging around the seating arrangements, Araline grabs a handful of hazelnuts like candy and continues her quest towards the delicious smell. Hazelnuts that lay around the area have already been cracked open, which was a hard job considering how many the family eats; if that pie wasn’t cooking, that would be all the house smelled of.
“Mom, where are you?” Still no response from her mother has started a train of confusion in Araline’s mind. Her parents are particular about leaving Araline by herself, as she is only fourteen and still unaware of how cruel the world can be. During the day, the doors inside the house are open, allowing light and air to pass through with ease, however, with only the two people inside, it’s rather empty.
“Hey mom? Did you mean to leave the oven on?” Araline’s voice starting to tremble. Normally her mother would never do this. Natural light that was shining in every window is starting to fade. The kitchen is empty, there’s nothing but the smell of dessert baking in peace. Silence is taking over the house partnered with fear of abandonment; where did she go? A flash of light in the distance caught Araline’s eye causing panic. Following close behind, earth shattering thunder breaks the silence, bringing a sudden downward burst of rain. Windows and doors that were left open allowing the rain to start overwhelming the indoors. Dashing for the front door, she’s begging to find her mother just at her car, or even caught in the rain enjoying her vacation with her daughter.
“Mom! I think it’s going to be a bad storm. Where are you?” Upon reaching the front door, her mother, standing completely still just past the family vehicle in the driveway, almost as if she’s looking at something beyond the horizon.
“Mom? What are you doing? That pie is going to burn if you leave it in the oven” This behavior is not normal for her mother. Something must be wrong.
“Mom, you’re going to get sick standing there in rain like that, come inside” Araline began to plead. With a sigh, Araline knew she wasn’t going to break her mother’s trance from here. With careful consideration and light steps, she inched forward, every step feeling a mile farther from the safety of the indoors. As she got closer to her mother, Araline reached out her hand, although something just doesn’t feel right.
“Mom?” One more time she tried to grab her mother’s attention. Her mother’s head jerked, she heard Araline that time, but her head almost clicked toward the sound. Startled, Araline took a step backwards. Her mother started to move, her body cracking and breaking with every movement. Terrified, flight mode gained control of Araline and she bolted as fast as she could back towards the house. The rains falling so hard she almost couldn’t see wphere she was running to. The wood paneling colour barely poked through the darkness surrounding everything, letting her know she was almost to safety. Another bolt of lightning brings a face into reality in front of Araline. The face that once belonged to her mother, now deformed and damaged bearing almost no resemblance to the loving mother that was there. Eyes filled with an anger not of this world pierce into the soul of a child paralyzing her in fear.
“Mom” she whimpered. Frozen with fear the thunder announces its presence exclaiming “run”. Tripping over her own feet, Araline crashes into the ground. Soaked and heavy, the primal fear doesn’t let her stay down as she claws herself back up and continues her escape. Racing, trying to beat the horror following her, Araline reaches the front door. Heavy and solid, it makes a barrier between her and what’s left of her mother. Throwing the door closed behind her and locking it, a sense of relief washes over as a full breath fills her lungs. Behind her, the door starts shaking violently with a screeching cry from her mother, Araline knows she can’t just stand there. Damp curtains now hang from the windows. Before it started raining, all of the windows were opened, and the back door. The only other door in the whole building, and she left it open. Within seconds, all that’s left is the banging of the rain surrounding her. The cabin isn’t very large, she needs to find a place to hide until her mother comes back. From the other end of the house, creaking as the back door gently opens. “Oh no” Araline thought as she hadn’t even moved yet, but she has a plan. Reaching behind herself quickly she unlocks the door, ready to book it as fast as she can. From where she’s frozen in place, she’s got a straight sight to the kitchen, where the laundry room, and back door, lead to.
“Araline, sweetie. Are you here” like nails on a chalkboard, those words flood the rooms of the once peaceful and joyous get-away. The wretched smell that’s the once apple pie is severely burned brings momentum back reminding her to be ready for anything. Opening the door just an inch, Araline was preparing to run.
“Ara sweetie” that voice again: her mother’s voice tainted from this “monster”. What’s left of her mother peaks around the wall, spotting the unprotected child. Before her brain registered the horror from across the way, her body was already halfway out the door. Slamming the door closed, Araline makes a straight shot as far as she can, running and not looking back.
Feeling as if she’s made miles of distance between herself and whatever she fled from, Araline slowed her speed, the smell of rain fills the air as is slows to a drizzle. Stress and fear start to overwhelm as tears try to match the speed of the rain from only minutes prior. Low rumbling gathers off in the distance, followed by low white lights. As the lights approach, the rumbling reveals a large transport truck. Tears still flowing, the truck honks his horn and starts to slow down.
“Hey there kid, you okay?” The trucker appears older than Aralines parents, or parent now as it seems. The release of air as the vehicle brakes startle Araline, but not enough to compare to the hell she just went through. Oil and gas fumes fill the air, pushing the rain out of existence, tears slowing their descent. Over the horizon, the sun pokes its way into life. “Where are your parents? Come on, let’s get you somewhere warm and dry, okay?”
And that’s it. I’m not the best writer but I’m pretty proud of this.
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