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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Death · #1980148
A first chapter
He wandered aimlessly through the house seeking any form of distraction to avoid the inevitable doom. Why did it feel like he was nearing the gallows? Morgan choked on his words as he wished to call for his family. To reassure himself everything was alright. He neared the end of the hall where the bedrooms doors laid open. He wandered into his younger brother’s room first. “Jack?” he asked looking into the dim candle lit bedroom. His brother lay in bed, sheets covered his body and he brown ruffled hair was matted to his forehead.

With relief, Morgan went inside, hoping to make sure he was alright. His brother had been sick for a while with a fever and chills. Hopefully he was okay tonight. Morgan grabbed his shoulder softly and put the back of his hand against Jack’s forehead. To Morgan’s shock it was icy cold. “Jack?” Morgan rolled him on his back and found his wide open eyes lifeless and dull.
Stepping back, Morgan cried out in fear and ran to his parent’s bedroom. Yelling for help, he rushed to their bedside. Their blankets were pushed to the side; a knife settled on the floor underneath where his father’s hand hung limply off the side of the bed. Only now did Morgan see the blood dripping from his neck.

Morgan’s eyes drifted over to his mother lying there just as lame, her eyes open, but no signs of any struggle. Blood coated her neck. Only as Morgan stood there in silence did Morgan realize what dripping blood meant. This was recent. Gasping, he swiveled around, only to come face to face with a tall, black silhouette of a man lingering over him.

Morgan stumbled to the ground, hurriedly backing away. His hand landed painfully on the blade of the knife. Lucky for him. His bloody palm grasped the handle as the shadow grew nearer. Lunging forward, the man was on him, sharp teeth glittering in the candle light before they sank into Morgan’s neck. He could hear the sound of ripping flesh as the teeth dug deeper.

Using the knife, Morgan stabbed into the attacker’s shoulder. A sharp cry came from the man as he tore away. He quickly receded into the darkness and yanked the knife out. Morgan climbed to his feet and leapt on the shadowy figure, hitting him again and again on the stab wound. The man pushed Morgan off of him and withdrew from the fight. Disappearing into the darkness, the murderer of Morgan’s family never came back.
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