Bugs and Hisses Free Fiction: Shadows by F.E. Feeley Jr.

October 31, 2015

To celebrate Halloween this month, some of our paranormal authors will be sharing with us some free fiction.


Hurrying off to a destination that I did not want to be at in the first place, did not help the apprehension that I had been feeling lately.  I just knew I was being followed.  As my feet carried me along winding streets littered with the leaves off of fallen trees, the only sound I could hear was the thump in my chest and the breath from my lungs. All around me, night had descended and with it, a cool damp wind shuttled down between rows of houses to stir the barren branches up overhead.  Occasionally, the snap of a twig underfoot caused me to jump, and twist on my heels to peer into the empty street behind me.  I would stand there for a few moments, peering into the darkness with my heart in my throat before the cold wind encourage me onward.  I just knew someone was out there, staring at me. Measuring my footsteps, following close behind.

“It’ll be fun, he says. There will be lots of people there.” I muttered to myself on the third spin around.  It was the night before Halloween.  And my boyfriend’s best friend was throwing a costume party.  I tried to beg off, to feign sick, and even threw off the offer of a ride when he called earlier that day to insist that a make it. I wished he’d come with his goofy grin and his pickup truck.  Now, walking alone down a darkened street decorated for tomorrow  nights trick or treaters, I am scared out of my mind.

My boyfriend of two months was always patient with me. Even as of late when I stared into the corners of a dark room, swearing under my breath about something moving. About something watching me. He’d laugh and turn on the light. Check the closet and even look under the bed.  And there was nothing, of course.

“There isn’t anything there, Ichabod.” His pet name for me since I told him that I was afraid of the dark.  We’d been dating two months, when I started having this problem.  Three months, when I blurted it out and six months later, he was still patient with me.

“You are the strangest man I’ve ever met.” He’d say lovingly and give me his impish smile. That smile warmed by heart and steeled my spine a little, now.

“There is no one there.” I say, my words coming out of gritted teeth.  When he reminded me of my little fear after my refusal to accept his offer for a ride, I’d laughed it off.  Of course, that had been when the sun was out.

I clench my hands, angry at myself before moving on.  However, my body was no as easily reassured.  In fact, despite the cool wind, I had broken out into a sheen of sweat that was starting to make my shirt stick to my back.  I shivered as wind came rushing down the lane toward me.

The moon all the while, had been playing peekaboo behind steadily moving clouds. The effect, was elongated shadows that curled and twisted from previously illuminated spots that I could not ignore.  I wanted to turn around, to just walk the few blocks back home, lock the doors, and wait for the angry phone call from my boyfriend.  I wanted to weather that storm instead of the internal one that was raging between my ears.  However, the idea of seeing the disappointed look on his face when he eventually showed up, steeled me against it.

“It’s just a couple more streets.”

I buried my head, bit down on the inside of my mouth, and picked up the pace.  Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked and a cat wailed its disapproval. Somewhere else, a car door slammed and the ambient sounds of voices greeting each other drifted upon the wind.  I rolled my eyes at my silliness as the sound was coming from just up the road a bit.  I quickened my pace, one that would make a mallwalker proud, and joyfully headed toward the sound.

I came around the corner and just then the moon decided to dive back behind a cloud. And Just then, I saw it.  Right out in front of me in the shadows cast darker by a huge tree.  It wasn’t a person. It wasn’t an animal. It was nothing. Long and tall and nothing. Just blackness. A void.  I froze mid-stride, my body going into high alert and screaming at me to run.  But I can’t feel my feet.  The dark isn’t just just a what. It’s a who.  It sees me. It knows me. It elongated, stretched, pushed itself up and out, blocking my view.  I stood, transfixed by it like a rabbit caught in the glare of a snake.  And like a snake, it made no sound as it uncoiled like smoke upward, outward, stretching and fanning wide.

And then it begins to move forward.

“Oh, God.” I whisper.

It wanted me.

I step back. One foot. And then the other.  But I didn’t have time to turn. I didn’t even have time to scream.

As the darkness descended on me and the cold swept my soul from my body I had one last glimmer of triumph. I had been right all along.


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2 Responses to “Bugs and Hisses Free Fiction: Shadows by F.E. Feeley Jr.”

  1. H.B. says:

    Ahh, too short. We were just getting to a better part >.<

  2. Charlessorge says:

    “I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.

    He waved to a expressionless hogshead upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.

    “As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a fair speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.


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