Aes stared into the darkness of the night. A tight grip on her rosaries. her face seemed pale, with dark circles around her tired eyes. Something on the pathway caused the wagon to jump. Aes shifted to catch herself, a jolt of pain from her shoulder snapped her out of the trace. A whiff of odor assaulted her nostrils, it was her this time, or rather her damp clothes. Aes began to peel them off.
A heavy dark fog seeped through the brush and foliage. Moving with a motivated purpose. Trailing behind the wagon, it reached up in the form of a hand. Tearing the leather jacket down from the wagon. It ripped and clawed at the garment. Focusing heavily on the left shoulder, where Aes had been injured.
It continued stalking the wagon, taking her yellow blood stained shirt next. Caressing and squeezing the bloody sleeve. The fog became thicker, blacker, and more solid. It oozed over the cloth until the shirt had been wiped clean from the red stains.
One by one, everything she wore had been seized. Every cut, scratch and wound, soiled her clothes with her own blood. Now there was only one thing left. A single, pulp source that called out to this thing.
Me: "Oh yeah, that's not creepy. At all." I'd be looking over my shoulders every step of the way.
A heavy dark fog seeped through the brush and foliage. Moving with a motivated purpose. Trailing behind the wagon, it reached up in the form of a hand. Tearing the leather jacket down from the wagon. It ripped and clawed at the garment. Focusing heavily on the left shoulder, where Aes had been injured.
It continued stalking the wagon, taking her yellow blood stained shirt next. Caressing and squeezing the bloody sleeve. The fog became thicker, blacker, and more solid. It oozed over the cloth until the shirt had been wiped clean from the red stains.
One by one, everything she wore had been seized. Every cut, scratch and wound, soiled her clothes with her own blood. Now there was only one thing left. A single, pulp source that called out to this thing.
Me: "Oh yeah, that's not creepy. At all." I'd be looking over my shoulders every step of the way.