Skeletorial

Quietly she slipped out of the door and into the desolate alley. The smell of garbage and of inhuman death reached out at her through the darkness. Scrunching her nose in distaste she pulled up the cloak hood and tightened it around her body. It still was bone-freezing cold no matter what thickness she wore...and that troubled her. She picked up her pace conscious of the alley’s eerie stillness and harboring murkiness. She shouldn’t have left, she thought, knowing he’d notice her disappearance soon. A cloaked figure slowly appeared in front of her through the slight fog, and she stopped in her tracks. The huge cloaked figure approached her quickly; fear holding her in place. An overwhelming heat and smell of rotting decay reached her as it closed the distance between them. It loomed frighteningly in front of her and calmly stood there as if waiting. Instinct kicked in and she tensed to run, but was stopped by a huge figure from behind. It wrapped its arms around her and only when she looked down saw that it was made of all bones..like a skeleton. It wrapped its cold, harsh, long bones around her mouth before she could scream, and the other leered down at her…its red eyes penetrating. Darkness prevailed as my scream echoed in my ears. (Written 1996)