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Long Walden Street (standard:horror, 1039 words)
Author: bookwormgirlAdded: Aug 02 2008Views/Reads: 1562/0Story 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... 


   


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