The Dread Night Chapter 1

ELVIRA'S POV

"Help!… Hel… He… Hhhhhh" From a distance of two kilometers away, I could hear a booming voice that repeatedly fainted. What's going on up there? I thought to myself. To satisfy my curiosity, I began to move toward the direction from which I heard the voice. Now I'm 30 feet away from the source of the boom, everything was silence, just as it had been in Minneapolis' Orfield Chamber.

When I turned to look around, the only thing I saw was a large black hawk staring at me as if we had once meaned each other. The silence was so profound that it was difficult to believe there were living things in the environment. My chest thumps and I started to shake internally. I was trying to scream "mummy" for assistance because that was all I could manage at the age of eight. I noticed a enormous number of people who were too far away to see me. I took a step back as the hawk prepared to move after me.

I continued to do this while fighting dread and mounting terror in every stride. Until I crash my leg into a stone and land on the stony ground with my buttock, the hawk won't stop pursuing me. As I struggled to stand up, I sniveled in pain and felt like my coccydynia bone had shifted. The black hawk shifted its course toward a bamboo-frame house's entrance. The house drew my attention and I began to approach it since it actually did resemble "hongheng."

I gasped in amazement at what I saw and yelled, "Mum!" When I saw her laying on the ground covered in blood, I yelled. I hurried over to her while dragging her clothes in the hopes that she would awaken. When I got there, I discovered a large bloody hole in her left chest. The blood was still fresh, so I could tell it had just happened.

"No! Mum, you can't let me live like this. Please let me keep my promise to be a good girl, ". I sobbed until my eyes were on the verge of bleeding; the tears streaming from my eyes were like blood, and they wouldn't stop rolling down my cheeks. Since no one was around to comfort me, I sobbed until my eyes were on the verge of bursting out of their sockets.

My tears streamed down her hand as I clutched it. I sobbed until I was exhausted at which point I laid my head on her chest.

A short while after leaning my head against her chest, someone ran through the neighborhood I was backing. Suddenly, everything seemed strange to me; the breeze was uncomfortable, the sounds were strange and unsettling, and all I could feel was fear. I was terrified and unsure of what to do when I heard the sound of a leg moving toward the entrance to where I was.

My hands were clammy, and all of my power was sapped by dread, a dread that was twisting in my stomach, when the noises abruptly ended around five feet from the entrance and there was silence once more.

He entered quickly, holding my mother's bleeding heart in his palm. As I stared at my mother's left chest, I yelled.

"Aaarghhh!" I screamed in agony and struggled to get to my feet. As fear flittered through my stomach, I grew more terrified until I was shaking in the bottom of my shoe. I felt internally gnawed with fear.

I crawled fewer steps backward as he counted more steps forward. He was getting closer to me, and as I felt like I might pass out, I lost all hope. I prayed in my head, even though I knew it was pointless at the time. He started to laugh as he made a slow walk. He kept laughing and was prepared to attack. He was slow to move but quick to strike so that you wouldn't defend.

After hearing the gunshot, I heard the ugly creature's head explode into pieces, and his incredibly grating thick black blood splashed on my face. He then fell to the ground.

He smelled so awful like Thioacetone that I had to cover my nose. But when that wasn't sufficient, I threw up everything in my stomach and made every effort to leave the building.

As I approached the exit door, a man extended his hand for me to take. I resisted, turning my head to the left and right in case he intended to hurt me. I initially assumed he was one of them, but his face didn't resemble one of them.

He said, "Come on, kid, they're going to rush here with the sound of that pistol, and I'm here to help." I kept his hand as we got into his unattractive automobile and left the area.

DARVY'S POV

Where are we going, exactly? They could run so quickly after us and I didn't have enough ammunition to stop them, so I refused to answer Elvira when she asked me repeatedly while I was in charge of the steering. She persisted in questioning me while removing my hands from the wheel. "Stop talking so much, youngster! I assured you that I wasn't trying to kidnap you—I was simply trying to assist! If you utter one more thing, I'll throw you out of my car! Therefore, you must quit being obstinate, I sobbed at her after so many diversions.

After a few minutes, she remained silent since she was feeling lonely.