Waking Nightmares

This is the last legend of Cronotyde, a vast country that disappeared before time as we know it truly began...
WOAH WOAH WOAH. Woah. Don't you think that's a bit too serious? This is the story of three beings, their miserable lives wrapped up through no fault of their own. A whiney little princess, a poltergeist obsessed with explosions and a sassy necromancer who is the local undertakers daughter. They have this creepy as heck, one-handed freakshow that's been following them and trying to get rid of the ghost guy! And a dumb spiritual festival brings them together. Come join us in the 'Waking Nightmare', if you really want to.


3. Poltergeist

"Place the bomb over here, the firestick sixteen centimetres to the left and this all goes BOOM! Hehehe..."

A creature of an unseen body swooped over the village, going over the plans he'd gleefully memorised on his way to this pathetic village of cow herders in the countryside. It left a trail of small, crimson flames that lingered in the air before slowly sinking down to the ground as the creature dashed skilfully over the area like a rat escaping commotion. It let out a eerily quiet, homicidal giggle that echoed through the village, making it sound so silent, yet unbearably loud at the same time. All those in the village slept soundly, for they worked long hours, from dawn to dusk. Dropping it's bomb here would surely kill many innocents...

But that was exactly what the creature wanted. "Tic, toc, tic, toc, you humans don't have much time left noooooow, you'd better run!" It hissed joyfully, then stopped, as if it'd heard something, "oh, you want to die, do you? Well, I for one certainly won't go against the final wish of the masses.... Hahahaha!" It cackled maniacally, swaying it't terrifying, invisible head. Another giggle escaped it's dry, dead lips, which should have forever remained sealed by the undertakers needle and thread.

It somersaulted in mid-air, leaving a trace of it's flames which illuminated the village. Tonight was a night any survivors would never forget. It flew to the centre of the village and placed the bomb, then the firestick approximately sixteen centimetres to the left. Then he muttered a chant, it's head raising to the heavens as it spoke in a mesmerising, haunting and terrifying language that the gods of destruction must've once conversed in. He flew high into the air, and with a grin stretched on its invisible face, the creature of destruction watched the carnage unfold beneath him.

"Time's up, mortals! I suggest you all ruuuunnn!" But it was far too late for them to save themselves.

The village square erupted in beautiful crimson flames as the houses around it exploded, pieces soaring so high the creature could feel the heat on its feet. Ashes rained upon the flames as the fire consumed the wood. The creature cackled in hysterical pleasure as the screams of confused people and those in excruciating agony echoed through the night. But that was the advantage of being a tiny village in the countryside. No-one was around to hear you scream. To run to aid and spoil it's fun.

"Whoops! I'm afraid it's too late now!"

The entire village had been annihilated, reduced to a spectacular wasteland of fine grey ash and smouldering wood planks. Oh, and bodies. Burnt corpses far beyond recognition, stretching out to loved ones, some trapped beneath the wreckage.

But one had to be left alive. One to carry the new into the next village, screaming in agony, it's whole life ruined. It decided on a thin, nimble corpse, burnt far beyond saving, one arm stretched out to two bodies trapped under the smouldering ruins of a tavern. It picked the corpse up, and raising an invisible hand, and sucked all the damage out of it, swallowing it to add to it's arsenal of darkness and pain. The body was left on the ground, perfect and looking if it had died peacefully. It was the body of a beautiful blonde woman, early twenties, with pale skin and fine clothes. She opened her eyes and looked at the scene of carnage around her. They widened as she screamed, a sound which pierced the night and brought joy to the creature.

The creature gave one last, sadistic laugh before flying off into the contryside.

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