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It was a windy day that day.Very windy,as in leaves blowing around and dark clouds and shop signs making strange creaking sounds.The main road was empty,as everyone had taken shelter in their houses.On normal days,the main road would be filled with carts selling cotton candy and ice cream vans would pass by,and kids would squeal and laugh with glee as they played.Lovers would be on the benches that were situated along the road.Nannies would be rushing about with babies in the prams.It was all very picturesque.Well,that was with normal days of course,when the sun would shine brightly and there would be a faint breeze every now and then.
But it was a windy day.
And on the Main Road was Steve Benson.Steve Benson was quite round,and plump at that.He was running as if he were in a huge hurry.But you could see from his face,he was not running away from the storm,but he was running away from something else.Something he feared.Something worse than a storm.He ran quite clumsily,knocking over a couple of rubbish bins along the way.He ranand took a sharp right turn at the corner,and ran into a shed.He slammed the door shut,and ran to the end of the shed.”Phew” he exclaimed.Just then,loud knockings came at the door.They weren’t exactly knocks,actually.More like someone demanding to get in.Each knock was louder than the other.”Oh no,oh no,oh no,oh no…”Steve Benson started to worry.Finally the door burst.THEY came in.
Who’s they?Well they were not humans,not aliens.They were,things.These things had started to haunt the town for about two months.Each time,there were more of them.Their bodies were like balloons on sticks.Hopping about like pogo sticks. And those mouths,oh my God,those mouths.Their mouths were always open and closed,as if they were laughing,but no sound came.They all moved simultaneously and opened their mouths simultaneously too,so that was quite scary.Now they were after Benson.Why were they after Benson?No reason.They went after everybody.The number of peoplein the town had begun o decrease,slowly.Why slowly?Due to their way of transportation,hopping,they can’t go on very fast,but my it seems like they can hop for hours,for months,for days even.And now they found Benson.
They started hopping towards him.Their mouths gaping wide.Benson tried to scream,but he couldn’t.Five minutes later,the things emerged from the shed.But at the end of their group was something new,another one of them,hopping.This one was quite plump.Benson.
But one thing,since those things came,everyday was a windy day.
Labels: horror, the unreal
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