This is for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt
Snow had fallen gently all day, but at nightfall it stopped. Inside the house, they listened to the silence and shivered. Not one of them had dared set foot outside since the whispering began. Nothing entered the house on the river; the electricity didn’t work and the phone line was dead. Batteries were flat and signals were silent. They were not certain what they had done, but the whispering rippled through the fur of the trophies littered throughout the house, and something glittered in their glass eyes. In the kennel, the dogs howled until they let them out. Now they were silent, gone, swallowed up by the malevolence of the forest.
They sat huddled together before the hearth, watching the flames and wondering how long the wood would last. The whispering would stop, they said, the forest had no hold on them, not really. In the morning they would leave. They kept their guns ready, feeling safer with the comforting steel in their hands, and when the first bottle of whiskey was finished, the sharp prick of fear was dulled, laughter returned, and they pretended that their prison was no more than a power outage.
They were sleeping when the grey light of dawn began to glow with an orange light. They woke, not to the sound of whispering, but to the angry crackle and roar of flames and the acrid smell of soft furnishings burning. With cries of fear, they fled the burning building. And the forest was waiting for them.
Now that is creepy 🙂
Crappy and creepy.
You certainly now how to write that latter one into a tale…
I read a tremendous kid’s story about the last wolves of England. I wish I could remember who wrote it. The atmosphere stayed with me if nothing else 🙂
There are some stories like that… they have their own magic.
I can remember all of the story but not the title or who wrote it, yet, as you say, the story is magic.
There was one about North American shamanism that got to me… and I can’t remember title or writer either…
Must have got so absorbed in the content that the detail of who wrote is didn’t matter.
That’s probably the case.
Tracked it down on Wiki—The cry of the wolf by Melvyn Burgess. Brilliant.
Yes it is… I have a copy somewhere on the shelves.
I have a feeling it came from the library so I must have read it in French. It was still brilliant 🙂
I read my way though half the English Classics in French too at Vichy’s library.
That was brave of you! If you have to rely on a French library for your reading matter though, you can’t be picky. It’s where I read most of the fantasy I’d never really paid any attention to before, like Ursula Le Guin. Never got round to reading her in English.
They had a stock of English books in the store that they let me read through, but that didn’t last long, so it was anything and everything else from Bronte to Balzac in French….with occsional relief in a parcel from Grandad. Oddly enough, it was in France I discovered fantasy too… starting with Stephen Donaldson.
Thank goodness the French are prepared to translate everything, books from all over the world. I dont remember nearly so many foreign books available in English translation.
Oh I don’t know… we aren’t all that bad.
It’s maybe getting better, but I’m always astonished at the number of foreign writers translated into French.
It was always surprising what they translated. I read Ian Fleming first in French as well as Conan Doyle and Agatha Christie.
They still love Agatha Christie and Conan Doyle. Not sure about Ian Fleming, but all the Scandinavian and American thriller writers, chick lit, romance and whatever are translated, as well as a lot of Italian and Spanish authors.
It would be interesting to run a comparison, but I’d be surprised if English lagged behind given the international market.
It might be just an impression, but because there’s so much written in English, there’s less incentive to translate foreign writers. There’s much less written in French so they translate that much more.
It is possible, but I think of the Persian poets, the classical and Egyptian texts as well as the European writers of the past few centuries. I don’t think we are all that bad 😉
True, when you add it all up…
eeeek! Nicely Creepy Jane 🙂
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Thank you, Morgan 🙂 You too!
Wow! Hair-raising atmosphere. Well done!
Thank you!
You’re welcome – a pleasure to read it. 🙂
Well, it seems October brings out the spooky in everyone. Good one.
And we’re only just getting started 🙂
What’s not said is much more frightening than what is said.
Thank you Kertsen. That’s the effect I was hoping to acheive.