The Masked Artiste (standard:horror, 1630 words)
Author: Zill	Added: Apr 24 2009	Views/Reads: 2666/1687	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is a little story about a haunting in Mexico City

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couldn't possibly be true because that means... 

The non-human sound heard from the attic petrified Mr Rodriguez and his
family so they slowly and lightly tiptoed towards the storage under the 
stairs and hid there. After about a minute of hiding, a big clash was 
heard and they thought it was as if someone fell down through the 
fibreglass heating to the second floor. In actual fact they were close, 
it wasn't someone, it was something! Those thoughts scared the family 
into praying for help as they were quite a religious group. After the 
family started reading through the mum's pocket bible, the mother 
herself started crying and Mr Rodriguez shut the book because it was 
just making her concentrate more about what could it be; or more 
importantly what's going to happen to them and how. Dramatically some 
slushy, gooey steps sounds started to take place on the stairs coming 
down from the second floor to the first floor. So whatever it was, it 
was close. It was also getting closer and closer and closer until they 
were being very uncomfortably scared. James had to shift to the left 
because there was some sort of hot sizzling liquid pouring from the top 
of the old rotting cupboard. The next thing the family heard were 
creeks coming from the steps of the basement. What was it? The 
reverberation was coming closer and closer until... CREEK! The rusted 
hinge door of the compact cupboard opened in a corrupt fashion. But 
what was outside? Nothing could be seen. It was pitch black. 

They all huddled together excluding the Sparrow because they couldn't
find him. Unsurprisingly Mr Rodriguez didn't care about him because he 
would almost certainly be dead so he decides to care about the living 
rather than the dead. Swiftly, Mr Rodriguez got a touch on his larger 
shoulder and when he looked up with anxiety he... A few years passed on 
and it was the year 2009 April the 18th, the mother of the sons and her 
two alive kids were in quite a doubt when they saw some sort of 
darkness forming outside of their double glazing windows right in front 
of their very own eyes. They hid in the basement with a radio to see if 
the war of the anonymous mercenaries would be over. When they hid in 
the cupboard they were hiding in the same cupboard as the last event, 
they were hoping that the things wouldn't have memorized the area they 
hid in and so they wouldn't take anymore of the family away! But when 
the things came down again then the phobia was in full swing. 
Desolately James disappeared in a blink. Once again, the mother was 
completely secure. 

Then again a few more years flew by until 2020 November 18th, The Will
son was coming home to check if his mother was in tip top condition but 
because he was in such a rush he collided into a motorbike on the 
motorway. His body had been run over several times before the police 
found him twisted and tangled in his own body parts. When the police 
department rang up the old mother she was devastated. Then she was 
about to faint but she stayed confident as she has learned to do so in 
the last two decades. Then what she saw or even more accurate: what she 
didn't see next was an even more horrifying fact to add to her son's 
death. Darkness. She couldn't handle it any more so she gave herself up 
and walked eyes closed forward. Disappearing into the mist of darkness. 
Falling into the shadow of anxiety. FLASH! A huge bright light was 
shining from the west heading towards the old mother. 

It was a young tall guy with a mask on. Driving down with his 1992
Barley Hayvidson motorcycle at full speed. He started slowing down when 
he was approaching the old lady. But he wasn't going to stop. He picked 
her up with his big muscled left arm and physically threw her on to the 
back of his bike. The young fellow dropped by the local weapon store to 
buy a football sized black gas filled hedgehog grenade that he will be 
able to use on the things. He dropped the old lady off at the store and 
paid the store manager a wealthy fee to take care of her, and so he 
agreed. The young lad set off with his grenade and zoomed towards the 
darkness! He found it and went straight into it. One minute went by. He 
didn't come out. But then, out of the blue he re-appeared with no 
grenade in his hand. He quickly told everybody he could see, to take 
cover. There was a gigantic explosion that took place. The darkness was 
decreasing. The war had finished! 

He started to head back to the old mother. He walked up to her and she
thanked him very much. Then the artiste of alienology took of his ski 
mask. It was Sparrow! 


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