IT’S TIME

By Jenniffer Seward and Jessica Free

It was close to midnight. Barely a sliver of moonlight peeked out through the clouds. Footsteps pounded on the cracked pavement ascending the rocky path toward the cemetery. As the footsteps approached the rusty wrought iron fence, dark shapes could be made out of the shadows as cozy modern houses, with dead lawns and decaying trees.

As the footsteps neared the cemetery, they slowed down to a walk. The sound of heavy breathing filled the air. A cough broke the silence as cold air entered the lungs from heavy breathing. They knew that the creatures were still searching. The creatures could be heard in the distance, the low wail as they cried. Frustrated that they can’t find their target. Eventually, the sound of a plop as the person sits down, no longer able to hold themselves up. Shivering trying to keep warm without drawing attention to the creatures that hunted without mercy.

The creatures are tall semi-transparent figures with blood red eyes. Wearing long billowy robes that gently flutter with the breeze. Glinting in the moonlight was their long silver dagger, etched with the fine print of the demonic language. The creatures could only speak the language of the demon. A hard sound like the crackling of fire and sparks but still wispy like the wind. They are commonly called scouts or seekers. They won’t stop until they find what they are looking for.

As the wails grew closer and the night got colder, the midnight bells suddenly erupted. Its elegant booming vibrates through the cold concrete. “It’s time!” a voice whispers excitedly in the dark. You bolt up.”NO!” you scream. “I won’t leave with you!” You run until you collapse in a patch of wet grass. You know you fell onto a grave by the way the ground bulges. You look up at the name etched on the rock, reeling back in horror as you see your name slowly getting carved letter by letter on the headstone.”IT’S TIME!!” the shrill voice calls again closer this time.