Monday, September 17, 2012

Daily Writing: a fragment of a horror story

Okay, so, inspired by my students who are writing scary stories at the moment to submit to a Halloween essay contest, I thought I'd write something a bit scary/creepy today just for fun because our internet was down and I just finished my also semi-creepy book.... 

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The Path

The pathway had always been there in Hayley's backyard. A dark place that she never went anywhere near when she was playing outside, and always seemed to become the subject of the ghost stories they'd tell at sleepovers when she was younger. When she asked her parents about it, they had always just brushed it off, as if they had gone down it a million times and even the idea of being worried or afraid was ridiculous. Yet from where Hayley sat in her kitchen, staring through the window, and across the yard at its entrance, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was just not right, and never had been.

So, why, after 17 years of always being careful to avoid it, she let her friends dare her into exploring it that night, she couldn't explain. As she stared out the window, the two creepy branches that always overhung its entrance from the mess of forest above shook in the wind and seemed to wave at her, menacingly, beckoning her into their clutches. But the reason she'd allowed herself to be talked into it was that it was Halloween, and due to the renovations being done on her friend Brandon's house this year, his annual party was not happening—so everybody needed another source of treat and trickery for the night. 

It had actually been Brandon, her longest friend, who was more than familiar with her backyard and all of its... features, that suggested the alternative plan. “Hayley's Haunted Walk” he called it, and invited everyone to a facebook event from his iPhone quicker than she could protest. Of course, after the event was posted, cancelling would make her seem like a party-pooper, so it was on. He'd even made an event description that pretty aptly described the creepy path, and joking about Hayley wandering to her DOOOOOOMMMMmmmmm. She had to admit, all the hype he wrote did make it sound spooky, and obviously, no one had anything else going on that night, since everyone had reserved it for Brandon's party that didn't happen, so the RSVP list was already at almost 50 people—most of their graduating class. She couldn't back out now. But the branches continued to claw at the air, and she couldn't help a momentary vision of her hair becoming tangled in them and Brandon's story coming to pass in a few short hours. 

Hayley looked around the kitchen taking stock of all the party supplies she'd bought. She had never hosted a party before, mainly because her house wasn't really that big, and her two much younger brothers meant their house was still pretty kid-focused, and thus, not ready to host a bunch of teenagers late at night. Plus, Brandon's house had pool tables, sound systems, the works, and since all of their friends were mutual, she'd never really had the need. What Brandon's house did not have, however, was a haunted, forbidden place in the backyard. She looked outside again, and watch a squirrel prance across the yard. She watched also as it came close to the path, and then bounded in a distinct circle to avoid it before darting off into the forest beyond. Even the animals avoided it. No amount of human superstition or silliness could explain even the squirrel's avoidance.

So, after her brothers and her parents left to go trick-or-treating, Hayley sat for the next 2 hours waiting for her guests to arrive, psyching herself up for going down the path that evening. Brandon was the first to arrive, of course, because she'd told him to come half hour early to make sure she had everything ready. She opened the front door to greet him. “Hayyyyley... I Vant to Suck your Blauddd!” he announced, sheilding his face with a red-lined cape just like Dracula did in the movies. He dropped the cape, “Or should I go for more of an Edward vibe? 'Ohhh.... Bellaaaaa' “ and with that he pretended to swoon against the porch. “More likely to get the ladies excited, eh?” he joked, raising his eyebrows in her direction. 

“Oh stop,” Hayley chided as she let him inside, “No amount of blood sucking is going to trick girls into falling for you, trust me.” She laughed, “besides, I need you to be totally focussed on coming to my rescue after I get attacked by the Creature from Lake Woodlands when I invade his path later. The ladies will have to wait for the Christmas party, maybe you can try the mistletoe again. Remember when...” she trailed off. All joking aside, she really hoped Brandon would rescue her, and thinking of her impending mission, she suddenly didn't really feel like teasing anymore. Plus, now that they had reached the kitchen, she could see the path again, outside. Waiting.

“What? Come on, pussycat, the girls were talking about that for months afterwards. I'll be a hit! As long as someone doesn't show up dressed as a werewolf and tries to out-do me with his six-pack, because then I'm screwed.” He lifted up his shirt to reveal his always on-the-skinny-side pale stomach, and prodded her with his elbow after she didn't look or even respond. She was transfixed on the path. Brandon saw her blank eyes staring right through him out the window, maybe he shouldn't have pushed her to do this after all. 
 
“Mreow?” he tried joking again, playing up her cat costume, “Look, if you don't want to do this, Hayley, just say so. It's just a joke, for Halloween, come on... people love haunted houses and monster legends and all that crap. Did you see that event description I wrote? Pure gold! 'Creature from Lake Woodlands'??? Hahaha... I even heard Meredith telling some kid she saw it when she was out rowing the other day. People are freaked. This is going to be awesome Hayley.” But still, she stared past him. 
 
“Look,” he grabbed her by the shoulders, “Snap out of it. This isn't like you. People are going to start arriving soon, and then the rest of the night will be a blast. Trust me, don't worry. Everything will be fine.”

But she wasn't so sure. Hayley couldn't help noticing the ring of dead grass around the path's entrance, and the twisting, thorny vines that seemed to overtake all the other plants near the path, and writhe like snakes when she wasn't looking directly at them, and the same waving branches, which now, in the dimming light, looked more like bony fingers than ever before. She shuddered and snapped out of the trance. “Yeah, it'll be fine,” she met his gaze, “It's fine. I'm fine. Let's put these coolers outside,” and she shook her head, and grabbed a handle. 

The guests slowly trickled in, and about an hour later, smuggled booze from people's parent's liquor cabinets, pop, punch, cupcakes, chips and candy flowing, people were ready for Hayley to brave the path. She stepped outside, and someone took her Coke out of the hand as she crossed the lawn to chants of “Hayley! Hayley! Hayley!” surrounded her. She felt like she was in a daze, and she felt like grabbing the hands that tapped her shoulders for encouragement as she passed like lifelines, and screaming for help. But all she could do was walk closer and closer to the path. Someone had thought to bring spotlights for outside—probably Brandon—she thought, as a momentary distraction from her fate, but the eerie shadows cast by the super bright bulbs just made her target seem more ominous because the light appeared to vanish as it crept over the edges of the path's entrance, so that all that lay beyond it was unknown darkness. 

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So I can't really seem to give anything an ending.... kind of a problem. well, they dont really have beginnings either, yet. just like fragments... interesting.

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