Alone in the mountians

Daily Prompt: Fright Nights
Do you like being scared by books, films, and surprises? Describe the sensation of being scared, and why you love it — or don’t.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FRIGHTENING.

The fire crackled merrily, while they sat around it eating hot porridge. The sun set early in the mountains, they were told. What they did not expect, was pitch darkness at 6 P.M. Realizing that his bowl was empty, he rose and walked behind their tent. They had unceremoniously inserted a small pipe into a crack between the rocks, which served as their source of water. He folded the selves of his jacket and braced himself for the ice-cold water.

“Hey, will you please wash my bowl for me?” she asked pleadingly “The water is too chilly and i already have a cold.”

He turned around to find her, holding out her bowl with a shivering arm. How could he refuse!

“Sure” he answered and took the bowl from her. “Thanks a lot,” she said, ran back returned to warm campfire.

He sighed to himself and looked up to the skies. It looked, as if, somebody had ran across the sky, with a bag of stars, which had a hole in the bottom. He tripped a little as he walked back to the campfire.

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Everyone was cheering at the guy who had just finished his song. They were playing a game of truth or dare he realized.
They made him sit down and join them and as fates would have it, it was his turn next.

The guy who had sung, dared him to go to the haunted house, alone. The story, that their local guide, Kaji, had narrated to the group on the previous night, unfolded in his mind.

“You see this small hill beyond the stream?” Kaji began,” The one with the big house on it. A young girl used to live there with her hound. One day, some villagers found the body of that girl near the river. Some say, that a crazy traveler had stopped in her house and pushed her off the hill. Some years later, the dog also died. People say, that every month, when the moon is full in the sky, she comes out in the night, with her dog, to seek revenge. Since then, nobody goes near the house.”

She was looking at him curiously. Impulse took over fear and he rose, dusted his pants, took a long sip of water and said, “Alright.”

The girls ooohed, the boys whistled. He went inside his tent, took his bag and said, “See you guys.” Again, the group cheered.

A light wind had started blowing, as he began his climb down the campsite. Soon he reached the stream. He stepped in. He felt a chill run down his spine as the water entered his shoes. The stream was shallow and he trudged along with the help of a stick he had picked up randomly.

Soon he was out of the water and at the foot of the range. He started towards the hill which harbored the haunted house. He stopped, drank some water. The eerily dark silhouette of the otherwise pristine white snow-clad mountains stared at him.

He began his climb, which wasn’t very steep. Soon, short of breath, he stopped and grabbed a branch of a tree for support. He looked up, only to realize, he had reached very close to the haunted house.He wondered, if the house was haunted, who had put on the lights. He glanced at the moon and then at the house. A small gasp escaped his mouth, as he saw two figures outside the house, one distinctly female and other distinctly canine.

“Wow” he whispered softly. “This is unbelievable! Nobody will believe me..” Slowly he put down his bag and fished for his camera inside. The wind blew stronger now. He leaned against the tree, set his camera, and clicked. Pleased with himself, he glanced at the camera’s screen when the picture appeared.

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The the girl and the dog were nowhere to be seen in the picture. When he looked up, he couldn’t find them.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He couldn’t feel his legs. The hair on his neck had stood up.

A female voice whispered, “You need to use your flash…”

A dog barked somewhere in the dark.

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11 comments

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  2. Shakthi · October 11, 2013

    Whoa! that was scary.. You built up to this quite nicely…. He almost dropped his camera at the end, in my mind ofcourse… looking forward to the next part…!

    Keep it up.

    • Nea · October 11, 2013

      Shakthi, thanks a lot 🙂

  3. theSuda · October 11, 2013

    Thieves.. murderers.. mudbloods.. Dammit you stole my punchline… 😀
    But yeah.. a girl with a dog in dark.. really scary..

    • Nea · October 11, 2013

      I stole nothing 😛 Beware of the girl in the dark 😀

      • theSuda · October 11, 2013

        Ok inspired may be.

        Anyway.

        I like the photo of fire. It has come out really well.

      • Nea · October 11, 2013

        Yay!
        Thank you. Both are very old pictures taken by my p n s 😀
        And i asked you for the punch line, nicely.. When you were mad at me 😉

      • theSuda · October 11, 2013

        I don’t mind at all. And your story, your punchline. 😉

        Don’t you have college or something? What are doing on the blog at middle of the day?

      • Nea · October 11, 2013

        Yes I do have college, at 2! I blog coz m bored in the middle of the day 😛

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