Written by: Austin Dreifus (10)

The wind howled, it battered up against the cabin, the trees swayed and whipped ungracefully. The cabin was located on the Appalachian Mountains in Boston. Me and my family were visiting my uncle for a few days. But he left to town to get more groceries, he most likely would stay in town for the night though, He wouldn't risk trying to drive up on the pass against the ever impending storm coming. The smell of rain was thick in the breeze as thunder flashed in the distance. It was crisp outside, my nose and eyes stung as the icy breeze whipped at my ears. I was looking out at the expanse of  moaning woodland, forcefully dancing in the ruthless breeze, “ Aj,boy you best come inside, before you catch a cold you dimwit!” my mom yelled from the doorway of the sliding glass door. I turned around, broken from the lucid trance. I looked at her aged, brown face, “ coming mom! I'm gonna hit the hay.” I stated, slowly walking towards her. After all it was pretty late, the jagged peaks and sky melded in one as darkness had its grasp on them, but even so I glanced back at the lively tees and the moving storm cloud, coming ever closer. I walked straight to the hallway leading to my room, the hallways of the cabin were foreboding and dark which unnerved me to the core. I had to run to my room to stop myself from picturing shadows mimicking my movement and silently laughing at how oblivious I truly was. I reached my room, shut the door, and lit a small candle on a vacant dresser and dove into my bed. I stared at the wall, while on my side waiting for exhaustion to overcome me. It took an eternity to finally begin to fade into darkness. But as consciousness finally took ahold, it only lasted that of what felt like a moment. I was awoken with a start by a thunderous, “Bang!” at the door, than the rapid pitter patter of footsteps sounded,retreating from my door down the hallway. The outside of the cabin was a raging turmoil. The massive storm had arrived with a fury and was wreaking havoc upon the surrounding landscape. I steadied my shaking nerves, took a deep breath and treaded lightly to the door curious on who banged on it then proceeded to run away. I slightly opened the door, a crack at first than without a second thought I flung it open feeling ready for anything. But there was nothing but a silent, eerie hallway. I looked to the right, nothing but the end of the hallway was visible, with a creepy scrutinizing owl statue. I then looked to the left, and the sight alone was enough to freeze and destroy every warmth and comfort in my body. A tall, semi translucent, shadowy figure stood right in the entrance and exit of the hallway. It seemed to have long shadowy wisps for hair, fire for eyes, and the burning red eyes seemed ironically cool and collected staring intensely at me, seeming to lust for blood. The thing had a masculine face with pointed ears, the body itself was lean and the figure seemed to flutter in and out of view. It twitched and shuddered on occasion, but what stopped my heart was when I saw the blood, It dripped from his clawed hands and was encrusted around his mouth, the platter of blood consistently hitting the ground chilled me to the bone.  It gave me a wide smile that unveiled the rows of sharp pointed teeth. Then he slowly raised his hand and menacingly waved very slow and nonchalantly. I felt my pores open and sweat beads slowly slide down my

forehead as nervousness and anxiety overcame me. I felt terrifyingly mesmerized by the terrible site. It started to walk forward with his movements full of power and energy. He opened his hands and flexed it, his nails elongated to claws and he let them glide against the wood. The sound was unbearable it sounded like screams of his past victims were unleashed with every inch of wooden wall touched by him. His snow white teeth were still visible. I wanted to scream, to run, to hide, to fight, but my legs were weighed by stone, voice locked up, hands chained and held down by cinder blocks. My mind was in upheaval but my body was a statue. The living nightmare then proceeded to hook both his hands into the wooden wall. Then he brought his feet onto the wall, which seemed to suction on to it without falter. He started to crawl towards me steadily without hesitation. His fiery eyes never leaving mine, smile never leaving his face. He knew I took the bait and was hooked, I could not escape, my body would not obey. He was only a mere 10 feet away now, I felt the bile in my mouth as wet as water but as heavy as stones. He tilted his head and as smooth as a panther, stood on the wall, tilted his body and shifted to the ceiling and continued to walk towards me apathetically. His smile seemed to grow wider, his shimmering, shifting, shadowy form hardened like drying clay, all transparency vanished, replaced with nothing but darkness as black as midnight. He stopped inches in front of my face, his eyes danced with delight at the capture of his new victim.I felt dread at the knowledge of my ever coming death. I willed with every ounce of will I had left to free my voice and body, but only my voice obeyed, “ wh… who are” I slurred with uncontrolled terror. He gave out a animalistic chuckle that sounded more like a shrew of different types of growls, he spoke but his lips did move. I heard the foreign voice in my head, “ Why, I am now you, silly boy.” a ancient raspy, sage, calm voice sounded in my head. His jaws expanded like that of a snakes and widened to twice the size of my skull revealing hundreds of teeth all serrated and sharp to the very point. He lunged and darkness followed, swallowing my screams of pain as the teeth tore into my skull and lit all my nerves on fire… I jumped up out of bed as dim light pierced my closed eyes, “ Ah, the warmth of the sun, oh how I missed it.”  I said quietly to no one in particular. I stood up and wobbly walked towards the mirror that hung on the wall. The mirror reflected all of dear Aj’s young features, but the eyes are what stood out. They were mine, the piercing fire red eyes that has made thousands fall prey to me. As I was examining my new features, a loud obnoxious knocking sounded, “Aj! Wake up boy! Time for breakfast!” mom yelled. I gave a silent chuckle, “ Coming mother!” I replied calmly. “ Now Aj, lets see what fun we can have together eh?” I thought to his part of the brain locked away in the backseat of the mind. I was in charge now all he could do was spectate. I grabbed the small pocket knife and with a small malevolent smile, went out to enjoy breakfast... and also whatever our mom made us as well.