⊰ — INTERACTION | tba
CRISP NIGHT AIR danced across gooseflesh raised on the male’s pale skin. the cold did nothing to cause his skin to tighten to bone and bubble. the sight before him was far more chilling. call it fate or call it dumb luck, perhaps even state that on tonight, the most stereotypical nights of horror, he’d walk into the forest and stumble upon the twisted tableau of a body frozen in time. she was naked from the waist up, skin pallid and veins an oddly dark shade that nearly reached black - prominent against the dead porcelain of her complexion. milky blue eyes were stretched wide, mouth open in a silent scream and everything was gruesome from there on out. her lips were pulled wider by tears at the corners where top met bottom in a macabre smile that gave an eerie playfulness to the scene. slater couldn’t tear his gaze away, not from her contorted limbs, not from her ripped flesh that now hosted hundreds of small insects that had feasted on the forgotten carcass alongside larger carnivorous animals that called the forest home.
he’d meant to go for a walk, avoid the activities of halloween as he only wanted to be alone. the eldest of his younger sisters had taken the smaller two out for the night: trick or treating that would turn to pumpkin carving in front of the tv as they watched hocus pocus and other ‘frightful’ children’s films; rotting their teeth on candy and falling asleep before the blue lit screen that would wash over their dingy living room. planning to take a walk, clear his head, and come home, slater now stood petrified before the sight and only felt his spine straighten that much more at the sound of a blood curdling NOISE cut through the air, rattled the trees as it stirred the inhabitants of the forest from their night’s slumber and caused them to run. on instinct, he joined them. it was like nothing he’d ever heard before and he’d be damned if he met the creature that it came from.
long legs carried him clumsily as he focused on not tripping rather than watching where he was going. whether he was running farther or closer to the noise was unclear, but the scenery blurred around him as he ran faster and faster and faster. solid body met solid body, the quick flash of his mind thinking it was whatever had made THAT noise, but he was met only with the sight of another person.
‘ what are you doing just STANDING here? are you crazy? ’ he didn’t have time for the conversation, quickly adding, ‘ i heard something out here. there’s something out here, so whatever. i’m going home. if you want to - to.... what are you doing? ’ the body had been enough to terrify him, but whatever predatory mammal ( or so he assumed ) was out there and he knew that his fight or flight instinct had all ready kicked in, but his curiosity always won out. // @anvrchiist
