Here, I, would like to showcase all you up and coming authors/authoress's by
allowing you to have your dark writings displayed here for all to read.
To have your own horror stories placed here, all you need to do is send me 
your story as well as your name and site address (if you have one). You will
then have your story placed upon it's own page, if you wish, you may also 
include a short biography to go at the base of your story. Needless to say 
your stories shall be credited to you. 

- Shadows In The Rain -

It was was very late, shadow cast and misty as the rain was coming down in a
light steady drizzle. It was the type of drizzle which makes the city relinquish
the steamy warmth so overly humid. The rain comes down and pools on top of the 
valleys of sweat. All from the drizzle and the hue cast humidity that relinquishes
ones soul.
The first realization that I was not alone was the stench of a smell. It came
from far away. Enough so, that it could have been said to be steadily creeping
up on me between the rain drops. It finally caught up to me and encircled itself
around so that I had to notice the stench it imposed. 
At once it was a friend and a mystery. It was everything forbidden in abiding 
and everything I ever seemed to want.
Quickly, I turned at a glance to find where it had come. He was leaning against
the old rusty gates that was part of a building. From which the rain splatting 
against the rim of his faded dark cap and sliding down his black leather trench
coat.
I shivered for several minutes. He never looked up at me. Not then, anyway.  
Time seamed to stop, as it turned suddenly from a slight drizzle to a hellish 
downpour. 
Without looking at me, he motioned with his hand.
A shiver went up my spine as if doom was staring at me, as if time stood still.
As I slowly walked, with ever slow foot steps toward him, I tried to get a slight
look of his face, his hollow eyes. Both were slightly hidden.
The warning signal went off deep inside the fear I felt. I should have run as 
the shivers ran up my spine. I didn't want to go toward him. As the fate I felt 
was unending. 
When I closed in on him he lifted his hand, gloved in tattered leather, he brushed 
the icy cold finger tips over my eyes. Like a web of illusions, I closed my eyes.
His fingers slid down to my chin, then to my shoulder then my elbow. He led me 
into a realm of a geometric world. 
I don't remember all the twists and turns of the first trip in time, had no 
meaning here. I don't remember how long it took, or how short the stride.
I don't recall anything except the sound of the pouring rain hitting the ground,
the feel of him cupping my elbow and that forbidden stench.
I do remember that he broke it suddenly, as quick as it started. Not a word he
spoke. It was not a word anybody spoke. Instead, it came from beyond the realm 
of death. In the darkness. I opened my eyes, looked quickly around and saw nothing.
I was alone, standing in a small circle of light that captured my fearful soul. 
He was gone. I did not understand how I could hear commands not spoken. I turned 
three times, then half dizzy, mindless, stopped. I wanted to sit down, my legs 
were wobbly from the world from which I came.  
He emerged from the darkness, minus stench. I was entranced by his being. He held 
a package out to me until I took it. 
Mere seconds of an over turned hourglass.
I looked at the strange package of which I held. It had my name on it. I looked 
up to ask him how he knew. He was gone.  
The command of a voiceless realm came. Again, I was disappointed. I wanted to ask 
"To whom?".
But I couldn't find the courage to do so. Instead I nodded and closed my eyes for 
just a minute, as time seemed to stand still.
The sound of pouring rain was louder then ever before, more intrenched. 
I opened my eyes to find myself holding a package outside the old iron gates 
of the building. The man was gone. I was confused. I wanted to see his face, his 
hollow eyes. 
I slowly opened the package beholding to me. He was gone. The contents of the
package was a scroll. A sign post to my destiny. The future. A lifes ending tale 
for a mystery in a night of timeless end.

- By Fallen Angel -

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