Under The Moon
UNDER THE MOON -- A HALLOWEEN STORY
WRITTEN BY : ANN WOLF
RATING : PG-13
GENRE : HORROR / FANTASY / FICTION
STATUS : UNFINISHED
You open the door to your house; high school has warn you out today. You put your stuff down, and decide to go out. You write a note to your mom; "I'm going out to the book store; be back at 10pm. -Syd". Taking your brown leather coat, you grab your cell phone and purse, and head out of the door.
You get in your car -- an old 1995 black Jag -- and head over to the Barnes and Noble. When you get to the store, you open the doors and walk in. Heading to the FICTION section, someone walks in front of you, startling you. He says; "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to . . ." His voice trails off as you look him over: brown, piercing eyes; black hair gelled in a tousled fashion; black hat; white T-shirt; black sweatshirt. He is still speaking; ". . . name's Aubrey; Aubrey Alden. You?"
You blink, and answer, "Sydney Collins . . ."
He smiles. "Sydney," he repeats, "that's a pretty name."
"Thanks," you tell him.
You and he talk for a long time, and he asks if he could call you. You write down your cell phone number, and tell him to call tomorrow.
"Okay, well, see you later."
* * *
The next day (Saturday), your cell starts to ring, and the caller ID says it's Aubrey. You pick up the phone, flip it open, and answer, "Hello?"
"Hey, Syd, it's Aubrey," he says. "I was wondering if you would like to come with me to this supposed haunted house tonight."
You say . . .
WRITTEN BY : ANN WOLF
RATING : PG-13
GENRE : HORROR / FANTASY / FICTION
STATUS : UNFINISHED
You open the door to your house; high school has warn you out today. You put your stuff down, and decide to go out. You write a note to your mom; "I'm going out to the book store; be back at 10pm. -Syd". Taking your brown leather coat, you grab your cell phone and purse, and head out of the door.
You get in your car -- an old 1995 black Jag -- and head over to the Barnes and Noble. When you get to the store, you open the doors and walk in. Heading to the FICTION section, someone walks in front of you, startling you. He says; "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to . . ." His voice trails off as you look him over: brown, piercing eyes; black hair gelled in a tousled fashion; black hat; white T-shirt; black sweatshirt. He is still speaking; ". . . name's Aubrey; Aubrey Alden. You?"
You blink, and answer, "Sydney Collins . . ."
He smiles. "Sydney," he repeats, "that's a pretty name."
"Thanks," you tell him.
You and he talk for a long time, and he asks if he could call you. You write down your cell phone number, and tell him to call tomorrow.
"Okay, well, see you later."
* * *
The next day (Saturday), your cell starts to ring, and the caller ID says it's Aubrey. You pick up the phone, flip it open, and answer, "Hello?"
"Hey, Syd, it's Aubrey," he says. "I was wondering if you would like to come with me to this supposed haunted house tonight."
You say . . .