This is the origin of my avatar. It’s a story about dark forces from forgotten times.
The night was dark. Lightning and thunder shook the village. The little family were sitting in the hut, scared as always when the thunder gods attacked the earth. People said they brought someone with them when they left, and maybe it would be their turn this time. The little child cried. He could feel his parents’ fear.
A knock on the door. Another one. Then a third.
Who’s there? Asked Simil. No-one answered. Silence. He got on his feet, picked up his new bronce axe. Moved closer to the door.
Simil, darling. Don’t… Said his young wife. He tried again. Who’s… The door splintered to pieces. His body was ripped open. His young wife screamed. The child didn’t even breath. The shadow creature who entered was no god. It was too dark. Too evil. They both knew they were next.
Hey! It’s great! Said Hans. He stuck his head out of…
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Fictionspawn 
‘He heard the creature behind him. Grousing. Laughing. Spitting. Touching his legs. Teasing him.’ Gaaaaaagh, so creepy.
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Thanks Jac! Happy to give you the creeps 😉
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Hahahahaha, you’re a good friend.
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Very eerie story. I think the way you didn’t describe the evil being too much, but left it somewhat open to the imagination, was really effective. It amplified the mystery and horror of the piece. Awesome post 🙂
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Thanks a lot! I actually got chills when I wrote this one, and was quite living the story. 🙂
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Got a lot of catching up to do it seems.
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