|Long Walden Street (standard:horror, 1039 words)|
|Author: bookwormgirl||Added: Aug 02 2008||Views/Reads: 1490/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|a couple go to a friend's place on this street. However rumour has it that the place is haunted...|
Once upon a time, a very long time ago, there was little cat who roamed around the dirty streets of Long Walden. Long Walden was a street named after a brave warrior who freed the reigns of Austria from Switzerland. I t was a mythical road as you believed, and the story leads to say, that the warrior's ghost still lay fighting, and with his sword swinging from his hand, sways to kill any Austrian who chances to pass by it. So hence, here starts our story, with a myth. A myth is a fable, a legend, which might not be true. So very few people believed this Legend, and they were cautious that no Austrian passed through that road, unless they wanted them to die. A very beautiful couple lived a number of houses from that street, and the girl was an Austrian married off with the Swiss. She was blond, green-eyed (Almond shaped) and her mouth a heart shaped red. Her complexion was the best thing about her. It was lily white, with two rose petals laid on either cheek. She was clearly an Austrian beauty. Her name was Julianne Marinette. The Husband was handsome, and his broad shoulders and chiseled muscles rippling through his suit. He was also very white and his hairs however were wavy and brownish red. His name was Sinai Jacques. The girl had to go to a party at her friend's house, Janet. And she pleaded her husband to take her there. However he squarely refused. “How can I take you to a party at a house on the street of Long Walden?” He asked, anxiously. “Oh, dear husband, I beg you my utmost apology when I say this, that you are the most superstitious man known to this Mother Earth!” she responded her eyes flashing. “There is no need to beg, I forgive you,” Sardonically said Sinai. He waved his hand helplessly, and went to his weeping wife. “You need not cry over such a party, sweetheart,” He softly said, “I t seems quite childish of you.” “I thought you loved me and wanted to fulfill each of my wishes!” cried Julianne, tears crumbling down her rosy cheeks. He could not take it any longer, “Alright my dear,” he said, “I will take you.” And here, the wife opened her arms wide jubilantly and embraced her husband tight. “I love you,” She murmured. Now we can say it again that Sinai was one of those few believers of Austrian deaths on this mythical street, however his wife had somehow tired his soul with the arguments and the weeping that all he could do was vow he would take her. The other day they sat in the carriage elegantly dressed. “Now dear wife,” Sinai said deeply, “If there is any sign of a warrior who claims freedom, just flee.” There laughed his wife with her eyes crinkling from the sides beautifully. “You need not be irrational, my husband,” she said softly, “I know that no such thing exists.” “How do you know it does not exist?” started Sinai again. The carriage started moving. “Do you have any proof that it does not exist?” “Do you have any proof that it does?” shot back Julianne. They remained quite most of the journey and it was not until they reached Long Walden street that Sinai started to panic. He kept his mouth shut tightly, however his hand started to get quite damp. He embraced his wife, and she noticed how panicky he acted. She laughed. “How my companions will laugh when they listen about the folly of my husband!” However the carriage came to a sudden stop. “Has it come already?” Sinai became bewildered, “We have just entered the street.” “Why don't you go to the horseman and ask him,” Julianne suggested. “And leave you alone?” hoarsely said Sinai. They both came off and looked at whether the horseman was there and to their very astonishment he was not there. “Now where has he been off to?” exclaimed Sinai. “I guess we would have to walk,” advocated Julianne decisively. “No, we will go out of here,” Sinai ordered, “Whatever happened to the horseman can happen to us.” “Maybe he just left,” Julianne said weakly, trying to force him to carry on. “Darling, seek sense into the situation,” Sinai argued, “please comprehend!” “Dear,” she said, her eyes flashing, “If you wish not to adhere with our route, which other would we find that thou does not abhor?” “What are you trying to say?” “I wish to go my friends' party no matter what!” “Then you go,” Sinai was perturbed and fatigued, “I will turn back to home.” “You would not leave me,” she cried falling on her husband's knees, “You of all people are not to leave me!” “Is that an order, dear?” there was mockery in his amused tone. “Huh?” she was baffled with his tone, hence looked squarely at his face. It held a leer expression with twinges of green. His eyes were rounder and his hair grew. His whole face seemed to be going through fermentation. His teeth loose and his eyes popping out from his socket making his eyes also look bloody and round. “All hail to freedom!” Sinai shouted, “All Austrians will let us be! Fight for thou land, thou country, no Austrian will flee alive!” He raged, magically appeared on his right hand, a sword. “Dear husband, I am but a woman, and Austrians are but mere people like thee,” she cried, begging for mercy, “We surely did wrong I see that, and freedom had been granted to Switzerland the day thee claimed for liberty, as thou says, Give me liberty or give me death.” She heard harsh, cold laughter and with one swift movement, her head lay on the ground falling with a sickly thuck! And behind the ground on the rock fell her graceful body, separated. There died our woman Julianne, the great Austrian woman who begged, for her life, and stood on the grounds Long Walden with his sword, which called himself with another name, Sinai, and was forbidden to dig his feet in this street, thus when he turned into the mythical creature... Long Walden... Tweet
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