A Krow's Tale

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second chapter of my book people, tell me what yall think.

Chapter 2: “The dark woods and the hound”

Darkness surrounded them as Light and Mist ran into the woods leafs crunching under their feet. They ran deeper and deeper into the dark forest, the trees stretching far into the sky. They ran till they couldn’t see the orphanage anymore and soon stopped. It was quiet, silent, too silent, and Light saw it, Mist saw it too, a pair of white, pearly eyes staring at them. “W-what… what is that Light-t…?” Mist asked squeezing his hand tightly.

“I don’t know…” Light spoke, voice entering his voice as he began to back away, holding her hand. The eyes began to move closer, closer, till Light and Mist could see where the eyes came from. A tall, pale, skeletal man, his head in the darkness but does eyes. Those pale, pearly eyes, watching them this thing wanted them to run.

The thing charged at them. Light and Mist began to run the undergrowth crunching underfoot. They ran faster and faster but that thing was always just behind them. Than it smacked Light into the ditch and grasped Mist as she yelled “Light! Help..!” As the man ran away into the darkness on all fours like a Hound, leafs and twigs crunching as Mist screams and cries faded. Light rolled into the ditch his head thumping with pain, his whole body hurt, he laid there in the ditch his head throbbing. Then he heard something from the bushes.

Slowly from the bush came… another boy, his skin covered in dirt and scars, this boy wore an old raincoat covered in dirt and dust color faded, twigs in his hair. “Who are you..?” Light asked confused and cautious. The wild boy approaches and kneels in front of him and pokes him, poke, poke. “Stop that..! It’s rude to touch people you just-t met..” Light snarked. The boy stopped and look at Light then stood up and offered his hand. Light hesitates for only a second then grabs the boy’s hand. The boy helped Light up to his feet. “Thanks… to you have a name…?”

The boy looked at him confused and shrugs, beginning to walk away. “Hey… look that….. that thing took my sister and I need to find her….. can you please help me..?” Light asked desperately as he caught up with the boy. The boy turned back and looked and Light for a long moment and then turns fully nodding. “Thank you…. Whatever your name is… you are gonna need name I can’t just call you wild kid, or whatever…..” Light spoke to the boy. “How about Bush yeah? Yeah I’m gonna call you Bush if you don’t mind, you don’t mind…?” Light asked the boy.

The boy looked at Light and said “Boo….sh…?” Confused. “Yeah… you came out of a bush so…. Bush…” Light responded. “Boo..sh..” Bush said repeating it to himself. “….. yeah Okay Bush…. Do you know where that thing took my sister…?” Light said to Bush. Bush nods and turns to begin walking beckoning Light to fallow. They walked in silence, leafs crunching under their feet as they reached a clearing with a large tree and by it a small patch of disturbed dirt. Light looked at it for a moment before he saw Bush climb the tree. Few moments later 5 sharped sticks drop to the ground as Bush climbs down the tree.

“Take..” Bush said to Light flatly as he grabbed the sticks and put 2 of them into his coat. He then holds the third one and tosses the one of the remaining two to Light, who catches it. Bush gestures for Light to fallow him deeper into the dark woods. Bush and Light navigated the woods, past the remains of dead animals, dead adults, and avoiding primitive traps. The two even pass by an abandoned cabin that looked like it was attacked by something. The two walked farther into the woods, passing a hallowed log, leafs and branches crunching underneath their feet. 

The bugs clicking and birds crippling through out the night then it all went silent. Bush looked scared as he grabbed Light, “HIDE” Bish said his face full of fear as he pulled Light towards the log franticly. The two boys crawled into the log staying close, holding their sharpened sticks. As then something from the darkness steps out, the crunching of leafs outside of the log. Something sniffing, as the two see a pale, hairless snout from the end of the log, the snout sniffing before that thing stood up and its footsteps growing distant but the sound did not return, that thing was still out there.

Light could feel his heart pounding like crazy. Then something rushed against the log slamming against it. Bush and Light are sent into the wall of the log but they did not have long to recover. As a clawed hand smashes into the log near them almost grabbing Light. The hound was snarling and growling as it tried to grasp Light, its other hand banging against the log soon to break through too. Brush grab his spear (sharpened stick) and stab it through the Hound’s hand. The Hound lets out an inhuman scream and it retreats quickly into the dark woods, dripping blackened crimson blood. Light was gasping, scared, horrified. Bush grabbed his wrist and pulls him outside the log and the two began to run away. 

Bush and Light run for quite some distance, till Bush stopped grabbing Light. Standing before them was the entrance to a cave with a trail of blood leading into it, the darkness striking fear into both of them. The smell of rot and death flowed from it. The two of them know they have reached the Den of the monster. Light suddenly dug into his pocket and pulled a lighter, lighting it after a few tries. Bush holds his sharpened stick as they enter the den. The two enter the den, piles of bones line the walls. Walking deeper and deeper into the cave. Till they arrive to a chamber. A pile of pellets in a piles and in the back a primitive cage made of bones and sticks. Someone was in it.

“Mist…?” Light asked quietly his voice filled with hope yet also fear. The child in the sage looked up. It was Mist hiding under her box. “L-light-ht….?” She called out quietly, her voice filling with hope. “It’s me sis it’s me…” Light said as he and Bush approached the cage, Bush began to examine it for weak points. “… w-who’s that…?” Mist asked looking at Bush. “He’s… he’s my friend Mist.. he helped me get here…. We’re gonna get you out of this… cage thing..” Light responded with. Bust began to pull on the cage’s bone bars, it pulled towards him but held. Bush signaled for Light to come and try as well. Then both Light and Bush pulled on the cage bars, the wood and bones pulling against the wrapping holding it together. Then with and snap the side of the cage Light and Bush were pulling on broke and fell open.

Light ran to Mist hugging her tightly and she returned the hug with equal force, she began to cry and so did he. Bush stood there awkwardly. The two siblings let go of each other holding each other’s hand as they and Bush run out of the Den then outside they stop. It was silent, as they looked around and saw it, a pair of white pearly eyes. Those pearly white eyes were watching them. It was waiting for them to run. Bush grabbed Light and Mist by the wrists and began to run pulling them behind him. The hound follows and IT follows them. They ran through the woods, the hound gaining speed behind them. Twisting and turning through the woods but the hound loomed closer with every second. Mist looked up into the sky and saw a large shadow like a bird flying overhead, eyes across its body, those eyes staring down at them. Bush the one in front saw it a trench in the ground, a broken bridge on the two sides of it. Bush looked back at Light and Mist and began running faster and then he jumped.

Catching himself on the bridge and he quickly climbed up and held out his arms for Light and Mist both hesitated while running before jumping across the trench. Grabbing Bush’s hands and Bush swing them up and they keep running as the hound jump over the trench. Pulling itself up onto the over side. The hound still gives chase. The children keep running ducking under large exposed roots and bushes. But it did not give up its pursuit of them. The three children reach a river and turn left to run down it. The hound fallows from the woods. The three keep sprinting down the river, The hound still chasing them down. Bush sees it an old wooden door on the bed of the river, he begins forming a plan. 

As soon as they reached the door Bush pushes Light and Mist onto it. Bush as quickly as he can pushes the door into the river, taking all the strength he could muster. The hound bolts from the woods towards Bush the moon light casting dark shadows from them. The hound lungs at Bush. Mist looking in horror but Light. Light without thinking runs forward, his hands outstretched in front of him. The light from the moon, concentrated fired from his hands and into the Hound’s eyes, sending both of them back. Light falling back onto Mist, The hound landing on its back clutching at its eyes releasing inhuman screams of pain as it stood to run away back into the woods. Light feels blood streaming from his nose, he’s quick to wipe it with his sleeve. Bush quickly swims to the door climbing aboard and the three kids sit around each other as the door goes down stream. Bush looks at Light intensity and smiles a bit. “Thank you..” Bush said trying to catch his breath.

“You’re wel-“ Light begun to say as his eyes roll back and he goes unconscious. “Light..! Light..! What’s-s we-wrong..!?” Mist cried as she held him. “….He is tired….” Bush said as he sat by Mist. “…W-Who are you-u…?” Mist asked realizing she has no idea who this boy that help safe her is. Bush hesitated for only a moment before saying “Bush… name is Bush. I am his friend…”. Mist looked at Bush then down at Light. “I’m glade he met a new friend.” Mist said smiling slightly. “Friend going to be alright..?” Bush said struggling to say some words. “I don’t know…” Mist said her concern bubbling up to the surface. 

“Friend is gonna be okay.. friend” Bush said trying to comfort Mist. “Yeah… he’s gonna be alright..” Mist said. The door raft floated down the river.

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Things coming soon….!

(as in this month or next month)

Chapter two of the harbor, another short story, chapter one of my next book.

that’s all.

[akrowstale]

time for a little peek at chapter two of the harbor.

Chapter 2: “The dark woods and the hound”

Darkness surrounded them as Light and Mist ran into the woods leafs crunching under their feet. They ran deeper and deeper into the dark forest, the trees stretching far into the sky. They ran till they couldn’t see the orphanage anymore and soon stopped. It was quiet, silent, too silent, and Light saw it, Mist saw it too, a pair of white, pearly eyes staring at them. “W-what… what is that Light-t…?” Mist asked squeezing his hand tightly.

“I don’t know…” Light spoke, voice entering his voice as he began to back away, holding her hand. The eyes began to move closer, closer, till Light and Mist could see where the eyes came from. A tall, pale, skeletal man, his head in the darkness but does eyes. Those pale, pearly eyes, watching them this thing wanted them to run.

The thing charged at them. Light and Mist began to run the undergrowth crunching underfoot. They ran faster and faster but that thing was always just behind them. Than it smacked Light into the ditch and grasped Mist as she yelled “Light! Help..!” As the man ran away into the darkness on all fours like a Hound, leafs and twigs crunching as Mist screams and cries faded. Light rolled into the ditch his head thumping with pain, his whole body hurt, he laid there in the ditch his head throbbing. Then he heard something from the bushes.

Slowly from the bush came… another boy, his skin covered in dirt and scars, this boy wore an old raincoat covered in dirt and dust color faded, twigs in his hair. “Who are you..?” Light asked confused and cautious. The wild boy approaches and kneels in front of him and pokes him, poke, poke. “Stop that..! It’s rude to touch people you just-t met..” Light snarked. The boy stopped and look at Light then stood up and offered his hand. Light hesitates for only a second then grabs the boy’s hand. The boy helped Light up to his feet. “Thanks… to you have a name…?”

The boy looked at him confused and shrugs, beginning to walk away. “Hey… look that….. that thing took my sister and I need to find her….. can you please help me..?” Light asked desperately as he caught up with the boy. The boy turned back and looked and Light for a long moment and then turns fully nodding. “Thank you…. Whatever your name is… you are gonna need name I can’t just call you wild kid, or whatever…..” Light spoke to the boy. “How about Bush yeah? Yeah I’m gonna call you Bush if you don’t mind, you don’t mind…?” Light asked the boy.

The boy looked at Light and said “Boo….sh…?” Confused. “Yeah… you came out of a bush so…. Bush…” Light responded. “Boo..sh..” Bush said repeating it to himself. “….. yeah Okay Bush…. Do you know where that thing took my sister…?” Light said to Bush. Bush nods and turns to begin walking beckoning Light to fallow. They walked in silence, leafs crunching under their feet as they reached a clearing with a large tree and by it a small patch of disturbed dirt. Light looked at it for a moment before he saw Bush climb the tree. Few moments later 5 sharped sticks drop to the ground as Bush climbs down the tree.

“Take..” Bush said to Light flatly as he grabbed the sticks and put 2 of them into his coat. He then holds the third one and tosses the one of the remaining two to Light, who catches it. Bush gestures for Light to fallow him deeper into the dark woods. Bush and Light navigated the woods, past the remains of dead animals, dead adults, and avoiding primitive traps. The two even pass by an abandoned cabin that looked like it was attacked by something. The two walked farther into the woods, passing a hallowed log, leafs and branches crunching underneath their feet. 

The bugs clicking and birds crippling through out the night then it all went silent. Bush looked scared as he grabbed Light, “HIDE” Bish said his face full of fear as he pulled Light towards the log franticly. The two boys crawled into the log staying close, holding their sharpened sticks. As then something from the darkness steps out, the crunching of leafs outside of the log. Something sniffing, as the two see a pale, hairless snout from the end of the log, the snout sniffing before that thing stood up and its footsteps growing distant but the sound did not return, that thing was still out there.

Light could feel his heart pounding like crazy. Then something rushed against the log slamming against it. Bush and Light are sent into the wall of the log but they did not have long to recover. As a clawed hand smashes into the log near them almost grabbing Light. The hound was snarling and growling as it tried to grasp Light, its other hand banging against the log soon to break through too. Brush grab his spear (sharpened stick) and stab it through the Hound’s hand. The Hound lets out an inhuman scream and it retreats quickly into the dark woods, dripping blackened crimson blood. Light was gasping, scared, horrified. Bush grabbed his wrist and pulls him outside the log and the two began to run away. 

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QnA.

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Another forest setting….how fun.

A Krow’s tale:”The man outside the window”

By J.C.B

A boy roughly 11 sat by a fireplace, the fire running low. His sister most likely 8 or 7 sat in their father’s chair wrapped up in a blanket. “Is he back yet…?” She asked. “No… he isn’t” the brother said slightly annoyed at his sister for asking him the same question for the billionth time. “Can you check please…?” She asked hopefully, “This is the last time I’ll ask.. I promise..!” She pleaded.

The boy sighed, “Fine..! I’ll do it geez..”, he said as he stood up and walked to the window and opened the curtains. “He’s still not bac-…” the boy stopped before he finished speaking. He looked out of the window and saw the shape of a man, tall, very tall. The man looked like he wore a suit, with a hat and he had a yellow glowing eye. The man stood out at the edge of the forest in the darkness, visible but barely. “What is it..?” The sister said as she approached next to the boy seeing the tall man outside.

“It looks like… a man, Lindsay…” the boy said. “But why his he here, Sam..?” Lindsay said slightly scared. “I don’t know people come from town every now and then… that’s what dad says” Sam said to Lindsay panic slightly on his voice. The two looked back outside the window and the man was closer now, they could see his yellow eye, his body still covered in the shadow beyond the shape of it. 

“…. He’s scaring me Sam…” Lindsay says backing away back to the cabin’s den. “Lindsay it’s gonna be fine…. Probably” Sam said turning back to his sister. Sam turned back to the window and the tall man was closer now now in the light of the porch light, Sam could see that the man was wearing a black suit, but head was covered in shadows besides that glowing eye, maybe he was seeing things Sam thought to himself, eyes don’t glow.

He closed the curtains and went to the den, where Lindsay was in their father’s chair covered in her blanket. “It’s gonna be okay Sis…. I promise it’s going to be okay, that guy is probably lost that’s it…” Sam says trying to sound brave for his sister. “Y-yeah… that makes sense… and papa is gonna be home real soon…he is isn’t he?” Lindsay said. Then they heard it loud and clear coming from the window.

Tap, tap, tap, over and over, the same sound and at the same time. The man was tapping on the window, loudly, which is quite rude. Sam sat next to his sister on the chair as minutes passed, the tapping not ending. The two siblings went and made themselves dinner, clean their plates and got ready for bed, the tapping did not stop. Growing more annoyed then scared Sam grabbed the curtains, “Can you go away….!” He yelled as he pulled the curtains open again but the man was gone and so was the tapping.

The boy and his sister went to bed that night, wishing for their father’s return, but also scared of what that man could be or what he wanted. Soon Sam in his bed across from his sister’s bed, as he slowly closed his eyes and then he opened them he was standing on a dock like the ones in town. Fog surrounding him, waves rough against the dock and then Sam saw him. The tall man walked out of the fog, he was tall, thin, black like crow feathers, his head obscured by his black hat, beside for a glowing yellow eye.

Sam began to back away as the man offered his hand as he approached Sam. Sam felt his heart in his throat, it was getting hard to breathe, so Sam ran the opposite direction from the tall man. Then he tripped and he fell onto a pile of leafs. He was now in those dark woods he looked up and he saw it. A pair of white pearly eyes creeping out from behind a tree, that’s when he heard it laughing, loud, unnatural, as more pale pearly white eyes crept out from behind the trees.

The trees, the grass, even the ground began to turn crimson the forest goes silent as the pale eyes disappear. A dark muddy crimson, like blood. Then a large shadow loomed over him, over the forest. Crows grow from the trees, their eyes yellow. Then the tall man creeped out from the trees his yellow eye gleamed brightly, and he spoke loudly “Sam….Sam…. SAM!”. Then Sam woke up, Lindsay shaking “Sam! I-I had a nightmare…” Lindsay sobbed tears on her face. “It was-s about that c-creepy man that was outside…” Lindsay said between sobs. 

“…It’s okay… everything is fine Lindsay… wanna go get some candy from the kitchen…?” Sam said trying to clam his sister down. Lindsay nods as she goes to her bed and grabs her favorite stuffed animal a chicken. Lindsay grabs Sam’s hand as the two walk out of their room, going down the hall, and down the stairs to the den. They then turn right to the kitchen where they with some help of a step ladder get candy and breakfast. The two eat in silence, enjoying their oatmeal. After eating their breakfast they clean their dishes, brush their teeth, and began work on their chores. So that the house is clean for when their father eventually returns. 

Lindsay had to sweep the floor and do her clothes, while Sam had to go get fire wood from the woods and do his clothes. After doing their chores they sat in the den and waited. But their father still had not return. Another day goes by without knowing if he will. Hours pass as the siblings bid their time hoping that they would see their father again soon. The sun sets over the forest and night fallows. Sam looks out the window and there he see him again. The tall man standing only a few yards away from the window. Sam was frozen with fear as the Man’s yellow eye stared into him. Then the man walked closer to the window his eye taking on a smug shape. Sam began to back away from the window, Lindsay looking out from their father’s chair. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. The tall man tapped against the glass once more. Tap. Tap. Tap. “STOP IT!! JUST LEAVE US ALONE…!” Sam yelled at the man, trying hard to keep the fear in him out of his voice. The man paused and looked at Sam with his glowing yellow eye. Then simply stood up and walked away into the dark woods. The siblings went on with their day. But soon it went silent out in the woods. Not that the two siblings thought much of it till later when Sam looked out into the woods and froze. He saw a pair of pale, pearly white eyes peeking out from behind one of the trees. “Sam…. What do you think that is..?” Lindsay asked her little voice shaking with fear.

“…I don’t know….” Sam said his voice shaking slightly. Then the eyes approached into the porch light. Sam and Lindsay saw it. The creature was tall, taller than even their father, its body thin like if it was bones held together by pale white skin. Its head has a wolf like snout but lacked a nose or lips. But it was its eyes, pale like pearls. Then the creature began to charge towards the house, towards the window. Sam throw himself out of the way grabbing Lindsay. As they fall to the floor that thing smash through the window landing near the den shards of glass in it’s skin and glass around the two. Sam grabs his sister’s hand and rushes to the door. The bone white man was standing up, sniffing for them. Sam with Lindsay bolt out of the ca in the only home they knew, into the dark unknown.

The two two siblings ran into the dark woods that thing behind them but then it stopped cashing them standing there on all fours. The two siblings turned to look at it confused and frightened even more then when they quickly turned around to keep running stood the tall man. Now closer Sam could see that the man was made of black shadowy feathers. His eye, that yellow eye looked at the man behind them then looked down at the siblings and offered his hand. Sam hesitated, looking at Lindsay. She was scared beyond belief, all he wanted to was tell her that it’s gonna be okay, but that thing behind them, means it won’t be here. Sam reaches for the tall man’s hand hesitantly then he grabs it, it let like feathers.

The skeletal man behind them charged forward but the tall man and the two siblings are surrounded by a murder of crows, and were gone from the dark woods. The two siblings were now in a field, a field of white flowers. The tall man walked forward ahead of them, only stopping to wave for them to follow. Sam looked at Lindsay, then they looked at the tall man and began to fallow him. Maybe they won’t be afraid anymore.

Beware the Red Forest. The end.

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coming soon….

A Krow’s Tale: “Horrors Below the Waves”

Another story set in the harbor…. Chapter two of the harbor coming soon

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a little nightmares fan fic I tired making.

Chapter 1, "The Lair below the waves". We start in a dark room on a large bed, in the room are 8 or 10 other beds, each with a kid on them, each sleeping, as the slowly door creaks open, Noone pulls the covers back over her nearly completely with only one of her eyes visible, she sees a tall woman in a maid uniform, there’s a name tag with the name ‘Beth’ barely visible on it, the maid enters the room and observes the children and slowly closes the door but not all the way and walks to the other end of the room checking on different who are sleeping, Noone carefully gets out of the bed, slowly, stealthily, crouching to the floor, tip toeing to the cracked open door, Noone carefully squeezes her way through the door, but the maid looks back at her her wide mouth in a knowing smile, as soon as Noone gets through the door completely and makes a run for it, running into a room with metal walls and wooden floors, the roof was dripping tiny drops of water, No one ducks and hides in a hole in the wall, as the maid, slowly walks past slowly, and enters through another door, Noone exits the hole and looks for another door besuited one the maid used, she goes to the other end of the hall, and jumps up onto the door grabbing the handle and the door opens, she drops, and enters the room, in it are some open doors and a foggy window, Noone steps close and the outside is underwater, She hears something from the hallway and Noone beginning to panic runs through one of the doors on the side and is in a long metal hallway, Noone hears an inhuman cry coming behind her, Noone makes it into a vent, crawling, going deep into the darkness until she's in a small room with some boxes, trash and a gnome or two scutter by and she holds her knees crying, wanting to wake up, but she doesn't, she sits there for a few minutes and then sees a small geisha statue covered in cobwebs and dust, Noone crawls to it and begins rubbing it off and holds it, the gnomes begin to come back slowly, Noone then gets a massive head ache, clutching her head as she drops the statue and dark shadowy smoke and glitters of light float from is and she has a vision of a woman wearing a red kimono sitting in a chair brushing her hair and humming but stopped and slowly turns, then  Noone wakes up 3 gnomes near her, watching, and dark footprints on the ground, leading into another vent in the small room. Noone looks at the gnomes and slowly stands up and offers her hand and the nomes slowly approach her and one takes her hand, Noone doesn't feel as scared anymore, then she looks at the vent the dark footprints went into, and for a second she could sworn she saw a white persailen face of a girl, but it was gone in a second. The nomes fallow noone into the other vent, it leads into another hallway, it's lights dim, the floor metal with carpet missing in spots, boxes piled high, but still on the ground were the dark shadowy footprints, leading, somewhere. What you think? mall room. Noone looks at the gnomes and slowly stands up and offers her hand and the nomes slowly approach her and one takes her hand, Noone doesn't feel as scared anymore, then she looks at the vent the dark footprints went into, and for a second she could sworn she saw a white persailen face of a girl, but it was gone in a second. The nomes fallow noone into the other vent, it leads into another hallway, it's lights dim, the floor metal with carpet missing in spots, boxes piled high, but still pn the ground were the dark shadowy footprints,

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update.

A Krow’s Tale: “The Bone Man in the Dark woods”

By J.C.B

In the dark night not even the stars could be seen, but what could be seen was a wave of light, far away, pricing the darkness of night and fog, atop a tree sat a boy, a dirty boy with twigs in his hair and a rain coat that could have been some color long ago but had faded and was buried under dirt, he watched the light fade and appear over and over, he wondered where it came from, what was beyond the dark woods. The boy slowly began to climb down from the tree, carefully, slowly, till he reached the forest floor, but there was no sound, no cricketing of bugs, chipping of birds and rodents, but also no sound of animals stepping on the ground, the boy picked up a stick, stepping carefully back, he looks around into the darkness of the woods, then he saw them, a pair of eyes in the darkness, pale, almost like pearls. They were watching him, like how a wolf watched a rabbit, but that thing was no wolf.

The eyes tilted at the boy, waiting, waiting for him to run, and then the boy heard it, the clicking of bones, the clicking of its jaw. The boy began to run, as fast as he could, as fast as he hoped.  The creature, the man began to walk after him, the boy saw its pale skin of its arms, saw them barely, just barely, he ran faster, faster, but the man still followed, the man was toying with him, wanting him to be scared, flavored in fear, the boy knows this, but he keeps running anyway, leafs crunching under his feet as the man began to run on all fours like a dog, a wolf, like a Hound. The boy ran and ran but the man was behind him, he could feel the coldness of it’s skin, the tightness of it, but the boy dived desperately into a hole in a old oak tree and crawled deep inside, as the man crawled into it howling, banging its crawls and hands against it but soon, it leaves, it’s foot steps growing distant, then just silence, but when the boy looked out into the woods he saw those pale eyes in the darkness again, the same pearl white eyes as before, the same ones mocking him, telling him that his hiding is pointless.

But the boy stays, and slowly falls asleep, and dreams. In his dream he is running in the woods again, the man chasing like before, like so many other times, but flying above is a large shadow, like a crow and from the shadow are many orange eyes, watching him as the looks up at the shadow to then fall into a pit and around him are the bodies of many other children, mauled and killed, toyed and eaten, and standing above him, the man, the man’s body is tall, thin, skeletally thin, his skin pale like the moon, with patches of thinning hair across his body but his head is still in the darkness like always, but those eyes, white pale mocking eyes are still looking at him, always looking at him. The man begins to walk into the pit it’s bones creaking, creaking. The boy grabs his head and pulls them into his knees as the man approaches, growing like a dog, like a hound and when the boy looks up again the man is standing right in front of him and the man’s face is like that of a wolf but boney and skeletal his eyes look at the boy into his souls. Then the boy wakes up in that tree, it was morning, the sun still not truly showing yet but light shined through the trees.

The boy crawls out of the tree, greeted by the chirping of birds and bugs, the man is not here now, but it will be, the boy began to walk through the woods, the leafs crunching under his feet, as he walks to a larger, older tree that sits on the edge of the woods. He crawls atop it the bark scraping his hands and feet, atop he his greeted by two of his friends, another boy and a girl, they hug him tightly, but 1 more of his friends were missing, like others of his friends the man took them. The boy and his friends began to plan, to on how to kill the bone man, the boy agrees to lure the man into the trap. The friends began to dig, dig a hole, a somewhat deep one, as the boy sharpened sticks into points, as the sun moved across the sky, and began to set, the boy and his friends cover the pit of spikes, and hid.

The boy waited until it was dark, inside of the oak wood he hid in before, as he waited for that silence, and those pale pearly eyes that stared at him, and he stared into the woods, and then he sawed, 3, no 6, no 4 orange eyes staring at him for what felt like hours blinking and changing in number, he could hear faintly the whispers of children. Then those were gone with the sound of large wings flapping and the caws of a crow and the eyes were gone. Then he was yet again alone in the darkness, waiting yet again for it, for the man, and then the woods where silent unnaturally silent. That’s when the boy knew, knew the man had returned to hunt like it always did, the boy hurriedly got out of the tree and looked around, and in the distant stood those eyes, those pale, white, mocking eyes. It was watching him, the man was watching yet again, waiting yet again to hunt, to hunt him.

The boy began to run, ran as fast as he could go, he was afraid but he still ran, still acted as bait, the man fallowed him slowly at first, then began to run behind the boy, then run on all fours. The boy ran, and ran he could hear the man’s growling, and then the boy jumped over a pile of leafs as the man fell into it, landing into a pit of wooden spikes letting out an inhuman scream as the boy saw the spikes price it, blood, blackened red blood pool from it, and the man laid still. His friends came out from behind the large tree, dirt covering them even more so than before and they hugged him, they had began to celebrate.

But it was too soon to celebrate, too soon to let their guard down only the boy could step back in time as he watched in horror as a long, boney, white arm from the pit swatted one of his friends away into a tree, the boy could hear the disgusting snap of his spine as his friend dropped dead, slumped against the tree eyes rolling to the back of his head and before the boy and his other friend could even react, the jaws of the bone man bit down on to her, causing a sickening meaty crunch from her body as it soon hung limp in the man’s jaws as the man crawled out of the pit, spikes still stabbed into it, one through its shoulder, a few in its stomach, a couple in its legs, and the boy looked at the man’s if you could call it a face, there were no lips, lots of teeth, pointed dog like teeth coming from a dog like snout, and the boy looked at the man’s face of as the man slowly limped back into the darkness grunting, but the boy knew it will be back, not the next night, nor the one after, but it will be back, he is braver for he knows the man can be hurt, things that can be hurt can die.

The boy walked slowly to his friend’s body, and held the dead corpse, crying, he cried till he couldn’t anymore, till it hurts to do so, and picked up his friend’s body, carrying it by the tree and dug a hole, taking him some time to dig a shallow grave, he buried his friend, and then waited, but hound did not appear for 3 more nights, nor for 4 more nights after those, the boy had begun to wonder the woods almost aimlessly till he heard it, foot steps… but they were too small, too many. He heard a scream, a girl screaming, screaming a name “Light! Help..!”, he then walk towards were the girl scream originally came from and found a ditch, coming near it. Foot prints of the man, near two pair of children footprints and then he looked down into the ditch and the boy found another boy. This other boy has red messy hair, goggles on his head, he wore weird blue pants with straps and they had a large pocket and the red haired boy slowly woke up and looked up at the boy, and said “Who are you..?”

The End For Now.

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A Krow’s tale:”The man outside the window”

By J.C.B

A boy roughly 11 sat by a fireplace, the fire running low. His sister most likely 8 or 7 sat in their father’s chair wrapped up in a blanket. “Is he back yet…?” She asked. “No… he isn’t” the brother said slightly annoyed at his sister for asking him the same question for the billionth time. “Can you check please…?” She asked hopefully, “This is the last time I’ll ask.. I promise..!” She pleaded.

The boy sighed, “Fine..! I’ll do it geez..”, he said as he stood up and walked to the window and opened the curtains. “He’s still not bac-…” the boy stopped before he finished speaking. He looked out of the window and saw the shape of a man, tall, very tall. The man looked like he wore a suit, with a hat and he had a yellow glowing eye. The man stood out at the edge of the forest in the darkness, visible but barely. “What is it..?” The sister said as she approached next to the boy seeing the tall man outside.

“It looks like… a man, Lindsay…” the boy said. “But why his he here, Sam..?” Lindsay said slightly scared. “I don’t know people come from town every now and then… that’s what dad says” Sam said to Lindsay panic slightly on his voice. The two looked back outside the window and the man was closer now, they could see his yellow eye, his body still covered in the shadow beyond the shape of it. 

“…. He’s scaring me Sam…” Lindsay says backing away back to the cabin’s den. “Lindsay it’s gonna be fine…. Probably” Sam said turning back to his sister. Sam turned back to the window and the tall man was closer now now in the light of the porch light, Sam could see that the man was wearing a black suit, but head was covered in shadows besides that glowing eye, maybe he was seeing things Sam thought to himself, eyes don’t glow.

He closed the curtains and went to the den, where Lindsay was in their father’s chair covered in her blanket. “It’s gonna be okay Sis…. I promise it’s going to be okay, that guy is probably lost that’s it…” Sam says trying to sound brave for his sister. “Y-yeah… that makes sense… and papa is gonna be home real soon…” Lindsay said. Then they heard it loud and clear coming from the window.

Tap, tap, tap, over and over, the same sound and at the same time. The man was tapping on the window, loudly, which is quite rude. Sam sat next to his sister on the chair as minutes passed, the tapping not ending. The two siblings went and made themselves dinner, clean their plates and got ready for bed, the tapping did not stop. Growing more annoyed then scared Sam grabbed the curtains, “Can you go away….!” He yelled as he pulled the curtains open again but the man was gone and so was the tapping.

The boy and his sister went to bed that night, wishing for their father’s return, but also scared of what that man could be. Soon Sam closed his eyes and then he opened them he was standing on a dock like the ones in town. Fog surrounding him, waves rough against the dock and then Sam saw him. The tall man walked out of the fog, he was tall, thin, black like feathers, his head obscured by his black hat, beside for a glowing yellow eye.

Sam began to back away as the man offered his hand as he approached Sam. Sam felt his heart in his throat, it was getting hard to breathe, so Sam ran the opposite direction from the tall man. Then he tripped and he fell onto a pile of leafs. He was now in those dark woods he looked up and he saw it. A pair of white pearly eyes creeping out from behind a tree, that’s when he heard it laughing, loud, unnatural, as more pale pearly white eyes crept out from behind the trees.

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A Krow’s Tale: “The Bone Man in the Dark woods” updated

By J.C.B

In the dark night not even the stars could be seen, but what could be seen was a wave of light, far away, pricing the darkness of night and fog, atop a tree sat a boy, a dirty boy with twigs in his hair and a rain coat that could have been some color long ago but had faded and was buried under dirt, he watched the light fade and appear over and over, he wondered where it came from, what was beyond the dark woods. The boy slowly began to climb down from the tree, carefully, slowly, till he reached the forest floor, but there was no sound, no cricketing of bugs, chipping of birds and rodents, but also no sound of animals stepping on the ground, the boy picked up a stick, stepping carefully back, he looks around into the darkness of the woods, then he saw them, a pair of eyes in the darkness, pale, almost like pearls. They were watching him, like how a wolf watched a rabbit, but that thing was no wolf.

The eyes tilted at the boy, waiting, waiting for him to run, and then the boy heard it, the clicking of bones, the clicking of its jaw. The boy began to run, as fast as he could, as fast as he hoped.  The creature, the man began to walk after him, the boy saw its pale skin of its arms, saw them barely, just barely, he ran faster, faster, but the man still followed, the man was toying with him, wanting him to be scared, flavored in fear, the boy knows this, but he keeps running anyway, leafs crunching under his feet as the man began to run on all fours like a dog, a wolf, like a Hound. The boy ran and ran but the man was behind him, he could feel the coldness of it’s skin, the tightness of it, but the boy dived desperately into a hole in a old oak tree and crawled deep inside, as the man crawled into it howling, banging its crawls and hands against it but soon, it leaves, it’s foot steps growing distant, then just silence, but when the boy looked out into the woods he saw those pale eyes in the darkness again, the same pearl white eyes as before, the same ones mocking him, telling him that his hiding is pointless.

But the boy stays, and slowly falls asleep, and dreams. In his dream he is running in the woods again, the man chasing like before, like so many other times, but flying above is a large shadow, like a crow and from the shadow are many orange eyes, watching him as the looks up at the shadow to then fall into a pit and around him are the bodies of many other children, mauled and killed, toyed and eaten, and standing above him, the man, the man’s body is tall, thin, skeletally thin, his skin pale like the moon, with patches of thinning hair across his body but his head is still in the darkness like always, but those eyes, white pale mocking eyes are still looking at him, always looking at him. The man begins to walk into the pit it’s bones creaking, creaking. The boy grabs his head and pulls them into his knees as the man approaches, growing like a dog, like a hound and when the boy looks up again the man is standing right in front of him and the man’s face is like that of a wolf but boney and skeletal his eyes look at the boy into his souls. Then the boy wakes up in that tree, it was morning, the sun still not truly showing yet but light shined through the trees.

The boy crawls out of the tree, greeted by the chirping of birds and bugs, the man is not here now, but it will be, the boy began to walk through the woods, the leafs crunching under his feet, as he walks to a larger, older tree that sits on the edge of the woods. He crawls atop it the bark scraping his hands and feet, atop he his greeted by two of his friends, another boy and a girl, they hug him tightly, but 1 more of his friends were missing, like others of his friends the man took them. The boy and his friends began to plan, to on how to kill the bone man, the boy agrees to lure the man into the trap. The friends began to dig, dig a hole, a somewhat deep one, as the boy sharpened sticks into points, as the sun moved across the sky, and began to set, the boy and his friends cover the pit of spikes, and hid.

The boy waited until it was dark, inside of the oak wood he hid in before, as he waited for that silence, and those pale pearly eyes that stared at him, and he stared into the woods, and then he sawed, 3, no 6, no 4 orange eyes staring at him for what felt like hours blinking and changing in number, he could hear faintly the whispers of children. Then those were gone with the sound of large wings flapping and the caws of a crow and the eyes were gone. Then he was yet again alone in the darkness, waiting yet again for it, for the man, and then the woods where silent unnaturally silent. That’s when the boy knew, knew the man had returned to hunt like it always did, the boy hurriedly got out of the tree and looked around, and in the distant stood those eyes, those pale, white, mocking eyes. It was watching him, the man was watching yet again, waiting yet again to hunt, to hunt him.

The boy began to run, ran as fast as he could go, he was afraid but he still ran, still acted as bait, the man fallowed him slowly at first, then began to run behind the boy, then run on all fours. The boy ran, and ran he could hear the man’s growling, and then the boy jumped over a pile of leafs as the man fell into it, landing into a pit of wooden spikes letting out an inhuman scream as the boy saw the spikes price it, blood, blackened red blood pool from it, and the man laid still. His friends came out from behind the large tree, dirt covering them even more so than before and they hugged him, they had began to celebrate.

But it was too soon to celebrate, too soon to let their guard down only the boy could step back in time as he watched in horror as a long, boney, white arm from the pit swatted one of his friends away into a tree, the boy could hear the disgusting snap of his spine as his friend dropped dead, slumped against the tree eyes rolling to the back of his head and before the boy and his other friend could even react, the jaws of the bone man bit down on to her, causing a sickening meaty crunch from her body as it soon hung limp in the man’s jaws as the man crawled out of the pit, spikes still stabbed into it, one through its shoulder, a few in its stomach, a couple in its legs, and the boy looked at the man’s if you could call it a face, there were no lips, lots of teeth, pointed dog like teeth coming from a dog like snout, and the boy looked at the man’s face of as the man slowly limped back into the darkness grunting, but the boy knew it will be back, not the next night, nor the one after, but it will be back, he is braver for he knows the man can be hurt, things that can be hurt can die.

The boy walked slowly to his friend’s body, and held the dead corpse, crying, he cried till he couldn’t anymore, till it hurts to do so, and picked up his friend’s body, carrying it by the tree and dug a hole, taking him some time to dig a shallow grave, he buried his friend, and then waited, but hound did not appear for 3 more nights, nor for 4 more nights after those, the boy had begun to wonder the woods almost aimlessly till he heard it, foot steps… but they were too small, too many. He heard a scream, a girl screaming, screaming a name “Light! Help..!”, he then walk towards were the girl scream originally came from and found a ditch, coming near it. Foot prints of the man, near two pair of children footprints and then he looked down into the ditch and the boy found another boy. This other boy has red messy hair, goggles on his head, he wore weird blue pants with straps and they had a large pocket and the red haired boy slowly woke up and looked up at the boy, and said “Who are you..?”

The End For Now.

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A Krow’s tale:”The man outside the window”

The harbor chapter 2, “The dark woods and the Hound”

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A Krow’s Tale: “The Harbor”

Written by J.C.B

Chapter 1 “The orphanage on the hill”

Peeking out from the darkness is a light, bright, wide, deceptive, it shines in the darkness, even all the way here. A boy sits on a windowsill, the window is bared from the outside, raining dripping onto the glass, the boy has messy red hair, goggles on his forehead, wearing overalls that are a faded green, he looks bored almost indifferent as he watches the lighthouse’s light in the distance, the house creaks as it settles from the storm outside, a reddish lighting splitting the sky with monstrous thunder.

“L-light…?”A scared voice called from behind, the boy turn and standing near the windowsill looking up at him was a girl, slightly younger, wearing a baggy blue sweater, going down to her knees, a box on her covering more of her head along with her bushy hair covering her eyes.

“Yea Mist?” Light said, his voice calm as he looked down at the girl. “Is it time… for the plan..?” Mist asked her voice shaking, wanting to crawl into a ball and hide under her box. “Yea it is… we just gotta get there Mist.. to the window” light responded, he hops down from the windowsill and stands next to her, “I promise we’re gonna get out of here” Light said as he began to walk away.

“B-but what if she-e finds out…?” Mist said catching up with light, scratching her arm nervously. Light stops and grabs her hand gently but firmly stopping her from scratching and says “She’s not… I promise we’re gonna make it this time”, mist looks into his eyes, and nods. They make their way down the long, dark, dreary hallways, passing other kids, boys, girls, some of them their friends, many of them tried escaping before, like Jamms, Soup, Moss, Hunter, Tiff, and Will. Thunder crackling in the background, mist stays close to Light. The house groans from the swaying wind. They walk down a grand flight of stairs, into the main entrance of the orphanage, kids in small groups doing activities to keep them busy, the doors covered in dozens of locks, pad locks, screw locks, key locks and a few other types of locks.

Mist is holding Light’s hand tightly, her heart beating in her ears, her breathing deepening. A shadow looms over the two now, the wood creaking as two long arms stepped forward, aloft by the arms is a long and slender woman with pale grayish skin, wearing a neatly put together dress, almost too neatly, her face obscured by her long black hair, coming from her torso was another pair of long arms which were carrying a crying infant, the long woman spoke in a calm, cold yet motherly tone, “Light, mist is something wrong?”, she lowered herself closer to them.

“No ma’am..” says light trying to sound small and polite, mist squeezes his hand tighter, “We’re just waiting for dinner, nanny… right mist?” Light says looking over at mist, Mist nods nervously.

“Good, I don’t want you two to do something that could get you hurt, the nanny said as she walked away down the hall, Turing out of view, they were in the clear for now, Light looked at mist, signaling to her, that they must go now, or they might never get a chance again, the two, hand in hand walk down to the bottom of the grand staircase, into the lobby, and sneak, and sneak, carefully as not to cause the floor boards to creek under their weight. They snuck into one of the back room, one of the rooms nanny told them never to go in.

The 2 continued down the hall, it was darker here then in the rest of the orphanage, much darker, dust around them, mist’s heart beating faster and faster as they approached a door on the left side of the dark hall, inside is a old crib, where a child could have been long ago. Light climbs onto the crib helping Mist up, the old crib creaking slightly under the two as they tried to open the window, they pulled and pulled as much as their little bodies could but it would not move, they then heard creaking from the hall and a voice, Nanny’s voice, “Children? Did some of you sneak back here? That’s not allowed…” she didn’t sound mad, not just yet but they had to hid, the 2 quickly hope off the crib and crawled underneath it, and the door slowly creaked open, and the wood groaned under the nanny’s arms, thump, thump thump, “Is anyone in here..?” She asked, her large hands carrying her into the room.

Light and mist were squished close together.

The nanny was the right side of the room, and light had a plan, and then the flash of lighting, Light grabbed Mist’s hand running into the hall, the clicker clack of their feet alerting the nanny of them, she was fast her arms carrying her quickly as the wood almost breaking, creaking in pain as she hurried for them, she yelled “WHY ARE YOU TWO TRYING TO DO!?! IT IS NOT SAFE BACK HERE YOU BRATS!!!”, she wasn’t far behind, Light seeing a creaked open door to the left of the dark hallway, he ran to it, pulling Mist into it, slamming it shut as he saw it in the room, a laundry shoot, he quickly jumped pulling it down, it letting out a loud groan as the nanny pulled the door open almost off the hinges, thumping against the wood of the wall, mist as fast as she could hopped up onto the shoot, almost slipping, but light helped her up and they begin to slip back holding each other as they prepared to fall but the nanny grabbed them tightly, “I HAVE HAD UP TO HERE WITH YOU TWO!” She yelled at them, and she carried them off.

Now the two sat in a almost empty dark room, with only some old toys on the ground, a crate on the side and a window behind them with bars, Light and Mist looked up at the door, dead locks and deadbolts all across the side, “We can still make it out Mist…” Light said as he looked at Mist, pulling her box over her head, “Rewlly…?” She asked just barely loud enough for him to hear, he pulled her up to her feet as another streak of lighting flashed the sky, “I do… the other day Jamms after he got outta here told me about some hole in the wall…. It could lead us out…” Light spoke his tone hopeful, “Alright..” Mist responded. The two then began to look around the room, nothing then Light looked at the create, the gears in his head turning, then he beckoned Mist over and the two pushed the create the floor boards creaking just slightly.

When they pushed it barely half a foot, Light saw it, a hole in the wall, he stopped pushing, so did Mist as he dug around in his overall’s and pulled out a lighter, he tried turning it on nothing, he tosses it to the side and pulls out another one, click, click, krrrrikk, whoosh, the lighter was lit and Light held out his hand to Mist, “Come on…. We’re close Mist… I know we are…”, he said a hopeful expression on his face, almost a smile, almost, mist looked at him for a moment and took his hand the sleeve of her sweater falling back to her sleeves as she held his hand tightly.

The 2 children entered the hole it was a slight squeeze but they fitted through, they were now in a tunnel in the walls of the orphanage. It was dark, dust in the air around them, they were stepping carefully on the old wood, the flame of the lighter flickering as they wondered the narrow path inside the walls, Mist was whimpering slightly as she held Light’s hand, the farther the 2 went the more cold it felt then the two were at the back of a painting, in it was a hole, Light on his tippy toes looked through it, it was the nanny’s office, and on her desk was the keys, one of those must unlock the front door. Light turned to Mist behind him and said, “I’ll be right back… stay here.”, he turned the lighter off and put it into his pouch and turned away and pulled the painting slightly and dropping to the office floor the wood creaking, he stood up and ran quickly to the desk, climbing onto the chair then jumping and grabbing the desk pulling himself onto it. 

He looked around the office for a moment, filling cabinets, 8 of them, and dozens of pictures of children and the nanny with adults Light didn’t know or would care to know, notable ones would be, the nanny with a Tall thin man in a suit so tall he doesn’t fit in frame, another had her with another woman the woman was shorter then the nanny and wore a white coat of some kind her face cover by long brown hair she looked like a doctor of some kind, and the last one had the nanny with a man in a old blue coat, the man had a sack over his head with two holes in the sack for eye holes and a captain’s hat on top of the sack, Light felt uncomfortable from that last one.

So he then began to look down onto the desk spotting the key on the left by a picture frame a lamp where the keys, then the door was opening Light hopped down and hid under the dress, holding the key tight to his chest as he heard the stomps of hands, large hands, and then the pulling of something probably a filing cabinet and then the stomps go and the door almost closes as the nanny, walks near the dress, “Where are my keys, uhmmm?” She said as she began to search the desk, Light saw one of her hands grasping edge of the desk about to look under it when, “Nanny, I can’t find my teddy…” a boy cried from the door, the nanny pulled her hand back and light hears her move towards the door, the wood creaking, “Then let’s go find him dear” the nanny spoke to the boy and the door closed, with a creak.

Light came out slowly from the desk, pulling the chair, it scraping against the ground as he pulls it to the wall with the panting and he whispers loudly, “Mist..? Mist I’m gonna need help up…”, and slowly from behind the painting mist pushes it slightly, Light climbs onto the chair and hops again holding onto the edge of the hole and Mist pulls him up, and the panting slight thumps against the wall. “Got them” light says as he holds up the keys on their key ring, a smirk on his face, “Come on” he said as he grabbed mist hand and moved into the dark relighting his lighter, as they squeezed through the dark interior of the wall, Mist’s box scrapping in some spots from how tight it is, the wall was cramped, dark, damp, and rotten.

They were soon crawling in between the walls again and were now in an old crawl space, covered in dust and cobwebs, the air stale. “I think we should rest for a minute okay?” Light spoke softly to Mist as he sat down, setting the keys next to him. “Should we..?” Asked Mist her voice low and small. “We should” light spoke, “…. Hey I know what’ll cheer you up” Light held his hand to the flame of the lighter and bend the light of the fire. He changed the shape of the fire’s light creating the shape of butterflies on the wall, “heehee… I like it when you do the light show…” Mist said with a slight smile looking at the wall. Light grinned and bend the fire’s light to that of a goose. “Ohhh a goose…!” Mist said excitedly, “they’re so silly..”. Mist really like Geese.

Light suddenly felt something warm and wet come from his nose. Blood, he stopped bending the light and quickly wiped his nose. “Hey… why did you stop Light…?” Mist asked a bit sad. “We.. we need to get moving soon that’s all Mist..” Light lied, Mist knew something was wrong but just nodded and the two continued crawling in between the walls. Soon they reached another hole in the wall, behind a panting, with a small hole in the fabric. Light peered into the hole and he saw a hallway with doors, long rug, to the right a window and to the left the lobby, he knew using the keys for the door would be pointless but for the windows maybe not. Light turned to Mist, “We just need to get to a window… we go this..” he said confidently(or what he hoped sounded confident) to Mist and she nods but she knew something was wrong.

Light pushed the panting and drops to the floor and holds his arms up as Mist hops down and he catches her and sets her down. Light hands Mist the keys as the two of them begin to sneak down the hall to the window. Light gives Mist a boost up to the window frame and she climbs up, Mist fumbles with the keys trying each one, then the last one. Click she could turn the key and pull the window open somewhat. “Found it..” she said barely loud enough to be heard holding up the right key. She hoped down then Light and Mist began to quickly hurry down to the lobby, to one of the large windows by the front door. Light helps Mist up as she then pulls him up onto the window frame. Mist puts the key in turning it and a CLICK comes from the window, Mist turns to look at Light and he nods, the two grab the bottom of the window and pull it open. 

The two felt the cold wind from outside, wetness from the drops of rain. Then the two heard a scream, “WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING GET AWAY FROM THERE!?!” The nanny cried from the top of the stairs and began crawling down them in a hurry, loud creaking coming from the wooden planks. Light squeezed through the bars of the outside window falling to the ground feeling the ground feeling the grass, he looked up at Mist holding his arms open, “Mist come on!” He yelled. Mist began to try and squeeze through the bars her box getting stuck for a second but she squeezed through falling into Light’s arms. He sets her down grabbing her hand as the nanny banged against the wall. “IT IS NOT SAFE OUT THERE FOR YOU TWO!! COME BACK INSIDE NOW! YOU TWO DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT IT IS LIKE OUT THERE…!” The nanny plied, but Light and Mist began to run towards the woods, the dark woods. 

Light was the only one of the two to turn around and he saw the orphanage, its walls grey, windows covered in bars and he saw it. A large shadowy figure on the roof, he could feel it staring at him, watching him. Soon light and Mist were in the woods but they did not stop running, should not stop running. Even if they were free of the orphanage, they had wondered into a new cage altogether, as a pair of pearly white eyes watch them from the darkness, and began to stalked them.

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A Krow’s tale:”The deep ruins below and the hag within them”

I’ve heard people say if a cage falls high enough that it’ll break but would inside the cage break too? I wonder if it would and if there’ll be anything down there waiting for it, in the darkness, deep where it fell. I wonder greatly and I wonder if it would had been better off not surviving.

In the darkness we find a boy with a hat on in a cage, the cage is hanging by a rope, as then the rope snaps and it then falls, and lands in a puddle of a dark liquid. The boy looks around as he sees a tall grotesque old woman, a Hag walk from the shadows, orange eyes opening in the shadows focusing on the boy, and then the boy wakes up.

The boy in the hat wakes up with a jump siting up, grabbing his chest as he looks around…… he’s atop a pile of rubble, trash, and old clothes, he sat surrounded by the remains of a cage, within a dark ruined hallway lined with doors, doors that had small metal plates that had something on them but were scratched off, most the doors were falling apart and broken, it smelled of rotten wood and spoiled food down here, he didn’t know where here was.

He looked up and there was a hole in the ceiling leading to another floor, another and on that 2nd floor was a light, faint, buzzing off and on but nevertheless a light, a thing to walk towards. The boy in the hat stood up, dusting himself off, checking if his hat was on good, and began to check for anything that could help him get higher up to the next floor. He looks around, his feet squishing against the damp clothes and rags among the rubble in the pile, he begins going down the hall finding a old rope, he looks around more looking for something to tie it to.

He finds an old broken piece of metal, rusted with time. He walked back to the pile of garbage and debris, climbing to where he think it lines up best to the next floor, he throws it with all his might, he hears it bang against the floor, scratching on it and he pulls and it falls to the back down, he tries again, he hears it and then it gets stuck on something, he tugs hard and it’s on some-thing, he begins climbing the rope up to the next floor, the smell of rotten, spoiled food growing worse with every inch he climbed up the rope, till he was at the next floor.

The boy in the hat climbed up, climbed till he could pull himself up the stone floor and broken tiling.