From the "Frightmare Collection"
In the quiet of the
night - a whisper floated through the vacant shadows looking for a place to
settle and cause mischief .
Softly caressing the
childs' face it spoke in a tone, none
but the blessed could hear
"We are
here"
Maran stirred as the
words fell into her, for she had heard them before and was scared . Slowly she rose from her bed and went to the
door, which opened silently without help, as though it were part of the plot.
In a corner stood
the source of the whisper, a small group of tiny creatures each bound to the
other by a golden thread.
"We are
here"
The tiny group
huddled together as though cold, but each carried a look in its eye that could
terrify even the bravest soul.
Maran walked towards
the group, silently and slowly, wishing that her breath would stop being so
noisy, lest it should give away her presence .
"We are
here"
Again the whisper
drew Maran towards the group, closer and closer until she could see them
clearly, and she was terrified.
The tiny creatures
ran to Maran and bound her to themselves with the golden thread, so
tightly that she could not move.
"We will take
you, now " the Whispers softly spoke.
Into the deep, dark
shadows the tiny creatures and Maran disappeared never to be seen again .
Not a trace was left, not even a whisper......
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