ME24saken
01-03-2009, 12:05 PM
Storyteller
The rain clashed down on the group. It was cold and the sleeping bags were soaked. The atmosphere was ghostly sad. The group doubted if they had to come here. Nobody wanted to stay. The first man were getting sleepy. The man were hungry and hadn't eat or slept for days. But one men still tried to keep the men awake. It's dangerous to sleep here. Man fell in sleep here and never wake up.
The men started to tell a story.
He starts to tell a story about the forest. That there once was a big trade road. Everywhere were little stores and street artists. But there came an army of dark riders. First they thought that they were riders of the king. But they started killing people and stool their souls. The dark riders traded the souls with the devil. What they get back was life. How more souls they gave to the devil, how longer they life. When everybody was dead the riders moves along. But some people believe the some riders are still here. And that they kill people who dares to enter the forest.
The men stopped. The group was even more terrified. They stared at the men. His eyes twinkled strange. It stopped raining. The mens black her glanced in the moonlight. He asked why the group was so quiet. The group didn't response. He laughed. 'It's just a story,' he said. The group laughed too, but it wasn't a humorous laugh. They still weren't convinced the men before them is the men who came with them. Something about him was strange. It seems he didn't was scared. It seems he didn't is cold. It seems he enjoyed the fear of the group. The men took his dagger and plays with it. The group didn't want to sleep anymore. They wanted to be sure the men don't do anything. The men put the dagger back in his pocket. The were sort of relieved. Suddenly the men stand up. He took his dagger out of his pocket again and he threw the dagger in the ground. And where the dagger hits the ground the ground started to glow red. The group tried to run away, tried to escape from the god forsaken men. But they couldn't. The were stuck in the light. The group get sucked to the dagger. One by one they disappeared. A last scream and the light was gone. The men toke his dagger out of the ground and put it in his pocket again. He smiled demonic. He took his stuff and walked into the shadow. Waiting for an other victim.
The story wasn't a story. It was real. And he wasn't the only one. There were more. Everywhere.
The rain clashed down on the group. It was cold and the sleeping bags were soaked. The atmosphere was ghostly sad. The group doubted if they had to come here. Nobody wanted to stay. The first man were getting sleepy. The man were hungry and hadn't eat or slept for days. But one men still tried to keep the men awake. It's dangerous to sleep here. Man fell in sleep here and never wake up.
The men started to tell a story.
He starts to tell a story about the forest. That there once was a big trade road. Everywhere were little stores and street artists. But there came an army of dark riders. First they thought that they were riders of the king. But they started killing people and stool their souls. The dark riders traded the souls with the devil. What they get back was life. How more souls they gave to the devil, how longer they life. When everybody was dead the riders moves along. But some people believe the some riders are still here. And that they kill people who dares to enter the forest.
The men stopped. The group was even more terrified. They stared at the men. His eyes twinkled strange. It stopped raining. The mens black her glanced in the moonlight. He asked why the group was so quiet. The group didn't response. He laughed. 'It's just a story,' he said. The group laughed too, but it wasn't a humorous laugh. They still weren't convinced the men before them is the men who came with them. Something about him was strange. It seems he didn't was scared. It seems he didn't is cold. It seems he enjoyed the fear of the group. The men took his dagger and plays with it. The group didn't want to sleep anymore. They wanted to be sure the men don't do anything. The men put the dagger back in his pocket. The were sort of relieved. Suddenly the men stand up. He took his dagger out of his pocket again and he threw the dagger in the ground. And where the dagger hits the ground the ground started to glow red. The group tried to run away, tried to escape from the god forsaken men. But they couldn't. The were stuck in the light. The group get sucked to the dagger. One by one they disappeared. A last scream and the light was gone. The men toke his dagger out of the ground and put it in his pocket again. He smiled demonic. He took his stuff and walked into the shadow. Waiting for an other victim.
The story wasn't a story. It was real. And he wasn't the only one. There were more. Everywhere.