Monday, May 29, 2006

No Name - MUD Dream

"The night is a deep indigo, thick with fog and apprehension. Locked safely away, villagers barricade their doors and pray they don't hear the sounds. Children cower under their blankets, holding tightly to stuffed dolls as their minds are unable to stop thinking. Thinking of the missing ones, their own playmates suddenly and mysteriously taken. Taken and not heard from again, presumed victims of some deranged beast. What sort of beast hunts children and for what nefarious reason?

The night is still, except for one cottage on the northern end of the village where the child's heart beats in terror as the shadow outside her window becomes larger.

Trying to scream "Daddy," she can only make a low guttural whimpering sound as the mesh covering the window is silently pried loose. He has arrived."