Post by Lilith on Oct 14, 2010 20:44:05 GMT 2
[/i][/size]August twenty first, two-thousand and ten.
Eric Laiken was out in the barn of his family ranch, tending the horses. It was like any other day. He had just finished mucking out the stalls when he noticed his favourite horse- a black Arabian mare called Kiera- began to whinny nervously. Thinking it was nothing more than a change in the wind bringing the scent of a wild bear to the horse, Eric continued his job of brushing down the mare. He failed to notice the colts two stalls down- Bolt and Jix- were acting nervously too. The barn was silent except for Mr. Laiken’s gentle mumbling to the horse and Kiera’s nervous whinnies. Suddenly, the mare reared back, kicking her front hooves out as a jolt of fear ran through her. The heavy hooves connected with the man’s head, cracking his skull and leaving him to bleed on the floor of the barn. In her sudden fright, Kiera bolted out of the barn doors toward the forest, getting as far away from the danger as she could. Watching from yards away were wild eyes, hidden deep within the underbrush.
August twenty fifth, two-thousand and ten.
_____ Laiken awoke in the middle of the night, certain eyes were upon him. It had been just a few days since his father’s death, though that was not what haunted him this late August night. It was as though something were calling him. A cold sweat broke out along _____’s neck, as he moved to the window, opening it and sucking in the cool evening air. His hopes of it curing the itch were quickly nulled, finding himself in a more desperate need to go venturing in the forest. He could feel the walls of his house closing in on him. He needed to get out, now. He swung his legs over the window sill and made a quick leap into the cool August night...
Hours later, _____ Laiken found himself somewhere on one of the many mountains that surrounded the valley where his family’s ranch lay. He was groggy, disoriented, but the itch was gone. Despite not knowing where he was, the teenager felt a great deal of relief wash over him. He raised a hand to wipe his forehead, pausing once it was eye level. In the bright light of the quarter moon, horror swelled in the bowels of young _____ Laiken. A thick, sticky ooze dripped off of his upraised hand. On the gentle breeze a slight metallic tang assulted his nose. Fear gripping him once more, he wretched, murmuring only a single syllable, “Blood..”
Strange happenings have overtaken the peaceful town of Sandpoint, Idaho; first with the death of Eric Laiken, the burly stranger lurking around homes in the dead of night, and the attacks out near the campground on the Selkirk mountain range. Where will the strange anomalies strike next? Can you over come the danger within? [/blockquote][/blockquote]