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On The Wind - A short horror story in my "Eternity" universe.
Sarah loosened the grip on her reins as she pulled up to the barn with her mother. This old stable has been worse for wear since Pa had passed some years back. It doesnât feel like years; not to Sarah. Feels like maybe only a week has passed and it sure feels it every time she glances at the hollow blank expression on her motherâs face. Her older brother Billy took it even harder than she had. Heâd act out always getting into trouble. Even though Billy was her elder of 5 years he could throw a better tantrum than she ever could muster. Sarah would always cry red faced when sheâd get mad. No violence only tears even though sometimes she wanted to. Oh boy sometimes she sure did⌠Billy ran out on them. Straight into the night like a bullet. He got into a nasty fight with mama, and she had slapped him hard across the face. Like a shotgun it was so loud. After youâd be able to hear a pin drop in the mountains it was dead quiet. Those two staring each other down like two wolves fighting over a kill. Then he just ran off. Took Paâs horse and disappeared; they hadnât heard him since. âŚbut then she heard it. A voice on the wind. Mama was getting the horses fed when Sarah caught a sound slipping through the trees like a snake to her ear. It sounded like a man⌠no, a boy. âHey mama you hear that?â âHuh hear what? Nothing out that way for miles but coyotes and god knows what else.â She lowered her voice a bit and repeated, ââŚgod knows what else.â Sarah could tell she was thinking of her brother. Despite her trying to be hard she was aching inside. A hurt a mother canât shake no matter the bottle sheâd find herself in. There it was again. A yell? No a sceam. It was a boy she could tell that much. Sarah found her feet slowly drifting her toward the fence line in its general direction. âDonât you go runninâ off on me, you hear?â mama let loose as she saw her daughter out by the fence. âStay where I can see you; donât go past that tree line. You know the rules. âOf course!â Sarah yelled back but was fixinâ to lie. Her curiosity was tickled. After getting all the way to the back fence gate sheâd stop and stand real still. Just the birds. Maybe it was nothing after all. Maybe a hunter far off in the valley with a circumstantial echo. You know when the wind and rocks play together just right. Sarah turned her head back toward the house getting ready to abandon her quest when sheâd catch it again. It sure sounded like Billy. Maybe heâd come home and had gotten himself caught up by something. Pushing the gate enough to strain the chain she could squeeze herself through no problem. One of the benefits of being small I suppose. Stopping at the tree line she turned around and looked back towards the house. Mama had finished pegging up the laundry and had gone inside. Probably prepping for dinner. âSaaraaaah,â again on the wind. Had it just said her name? Had she heard it right then it HAS to be Billy. It wasnât long before Sarah found her feet in a trot down Paâs old hunting trail. It had become overgrown and unkempt in his absence. Hopping over a few fallen branches and rocks wasnât an issue for her as she loved to explore. This wasnât her first time in the woods much to mamaâs frustration. This was, however, the young girlâs first time coming to this particular rock formation at the foot of a large hill leading up into the mountain side. Here it was quite craggy, and with these shoes she wasnât going to be doing any climbing. âSaaraaaah,â sounding much closer now and echoing through a crack in the rock. This crack wasnât but maybe a foot or two wide but wide enough for someone small. Like with the gate she could just fit herself through. Maybe Billy had taken shelter in here and gotten himself stuck. Sarahâs forgotten how dark a place like this could be without a lantern. In all the excitement she hadnât thought of how sheâd be able to see anything in this cave. The only light streaming in through the crack in the rock sheâd just shimmied through. Telling herself she would only go in as far as the light would allow her to keep on. Slowly her feet shuffled forward, and she placed her hand on the cool rockwall to her side to help maintain her balance. âBilly! Are you in here? I canât see a dang thingâŚâ The air was stale and it felt as if the temperature had gone from summer to winter. Goosebumps crept over her for more than just the cold. Now she doesnât count herself a fearful child. She was as adventurous as they come, and her Pa took his little girl out with him far more than a handful of times. Reminding herself to stay calm sheâd reached the edge of where she could still see her feet. âBilly⌠I⌠I canât go any further, I canât see anything!â âSaaaaraaaaahâŚ.â âSaaaaraaaaaaaaahâŚ.â The voice was shifting now. Echoing off the walls in every direction. Thatâs not the only way it shifted; this wasnât her brother Billy. It sounded⌠wrong somehow. Like when a personâs voice was ravaged by consumption only less- human. Sarah turned to run when she was hit by an awful noise. A nails on a chalkboard sound the like sheâd never heard before, and it was deafening. So much so sheâd lift her little hands off the rock wall to her ears and tuck her head down into her arms. Unfortunately upon doing so she had stumbled forward catching her foot on the uneven rocky surface sending her tumbling. Wincing and bracing for impact, but it didnât come. At least not as soon as she expected as the floor had ended just beyond where the light could reach, giving way to an impressive fall. The kind of fall you donât wake up from only Sarah, unfortunately, did. She didnât know how much time had passed or even where she was. It was pitch black. The kind of darkness where you canât see your hand directly in front of you. Her head was wet, and her legs had snapped at the knees. All she could feel was pain. A white hot kind of pain that makes you vomit. Billy whispered close to her. Just over his sisterâs final resting place. âSarah.â Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to wail but choked on her blood as that sound, that awful sound, carried her off into the dark.
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