by Valley Fey/Pinprick
originally published at 01:10PM on Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Giselle woke suddenly, struggling to figure out whether her eyes were closed or open in this disorienting darkness. She lay perfectly still, her breath rasping in her throat once before she silenced it. There was movement all around her, cries of pain resonated in the air. She was in an enclosed space, but where? With who?

She rolled silently onto her side, realized the floor was packed earth, the top layer slick with water. She took a deep breath through her nose and gagged with sickening realization, it was not water, it was blood. She blinked angrily, begging her eyes to adjust, but the blackness remained, a stubborn curtain beneath her eyelids.

She heard a noise, but couldn’t tell how far away it was. Footsteps, slow and shuffling, dragging something across the blood-soaked earth. She closed her eyes and held her breath. The thing began to speak.




  • from m8ryx:

    great work building the tension…I love the blackness part


    eww that’s horrible! god i feel bad

  • from THX 0477:

    Oh my word, what a great sequel. The one thing worse than fainting is waking up and not knowing where you are or what has happened. Very visceral and scary.

  • from Mighty-Joe Young:

    this style of writing reminds of the poet elizabeth bishop ihave no reason for that opinion other than it feels the like same texture or something i cant put my finger on it 5*s