Topic: The Arrival of The Dead Man.

The Dead Man

Date: 2008-05-26 21:39 EST
All was quiet in the cemetery. The sky clear of clouds. Stars lit up the night sky. The moon high and full. The mist low on the ground. Creating an eerie atmosphere for the cemetery. Then again?Would you expect anything else?

However on this night something strange happened. The earth on one unmarked grave began to rumble and move as a pale bony hand shot out. It was soon followed by another hand just as pale and bony. Like coming out of the waves of an ocean the Dead Man sat up. He took in a great gulp of air through his lungs. The first breath he had taken in almost two hundred years. He reached down into the grave and pulled out his top hat. Shaking the dirt out of his onyx stringy hair he set the hat upon his head. He soon climbed out of his resting place.

Shaking off what dirt and filth he could he kneeled by his grave. A grim smile crossed his face when he saw there was no marking. Ah"So is this why he had come back" Or had someone brought him back" For what purpose was he so rudely disturbed"

Reaching into the putrid earth he soon removed his two trusty friends. Seeing his guns were still intact and still working he holstered them. He stood up in that graveyard. The moon and mist casting a shuddering aura about him. He took in a great gulp of air through his nostrils. Smelling many things at once. Death, alcohol, and the sweat of men and women caught in the throes of passion and lust. So, he wasn't far away from an Inn or saloon was he"

Glancing into the distance he did indeed see the Red Dragon Inn. A dark chuckle escaped his thin lips. Things hadn't changed one bit. Rhy"Din was still as he remembered it the day he died.

He walked out of the graveyard and along the way he found a drunken man stumbling through the alley. Going up behind the man icy bony fingers encircled the man's neck. A quick twist and he had broken the drunk's neck. After tossing the body somewhere that wasn't too surprising he stole the man's bearings. Standing up in the alley the Dead Man began his slow and deliberate walk to the Inn.

People along the way who spotted him quickly retreated into the nearest building around them. Their eyes wide with fright. He could smell their fear on their very flesh. He smiled manically. So, he was still known. He still drove fear into the hearts of those around him. This was going to be good.

The Boogeyman was back boys and girls. Hide under your covers. Hold your loved ones close. For he is coming for you and all that you hold dear.

The Dead Man

Date: 2008-06-04 16:04 EST
"Those eyes"Those piercing white eyes that turn into the darkest shade of black. That's the last thing you see before he kills you."

Whispered the old man in a frightened whisper. His eyes darted around he seemed to jump at the very shadows. He motions you closer as his voice drops to a low hoarse whisper, "If you feel a cold chill going down your back. If you feel Death near. Run, run as far and as fast as you can. Because he has you in his sight and he won't stop until he kills you."

You look at the old man like he's crazy. You shake your head and turn to walk away. You haven't walked very far until you hear sounds of a struggle. As if you were in a horror movie you slowly turn and notice the old man laying in a pool of blood.

The blood drains from your face as you turn pale. You're paralyzed with fear. The fear overwhelms you. Chokes the speech out of you. You can't even scream. You think you see something moving in the shadows but you're so scared it's difficult to tell.

Then"A flash of white glowing eyes. Your heart is pounding in your chest. Your brain is screaming at you to run but you can't seem to make your legs work. You open your mouth to let out a scream that doesn't come out.

Suddenly he's standing before you. The very thing you didn't believe in has now materialized itself before you. You can't move. You can't scream. He smiles with bloody satisfaction as his ghostly eyes bleed black. You see a flash of silver in the moonlight then the sharp cold steel running across your throat.

He steps away as he watches you fall into that pool of warm crimson. He chuckles sinisterly as he watches you writhe and choke on your blood. After those last few agonizing moments when you're finally dead he wipes his knife clean and sheathes it.

He normally didn't use a knife but there was a first time for everything wasn't there? He kneeled down careful to avoid getting blood on him. His bony hands quickly searching the body and taking what money he could. Damn. Petty thieves. They never have anything of value. After taking what he needed he kicked the body into an alley. Along with the old man's. It seems the people did remember him. Good. Very good.