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|Thou Shall Not Fall (standard:horror, 10686 words)|
|Author: Siobhan||Added: May 03 2001||Views/Reads: 2346/1405||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Fern, a night teen who can only sleep during the day, lives in a tiny suburban town where the residents are forbidden to wander out at night. Her curiosity and teenage rebellion gets the best of her and she disobeys the rules. What she finds is a group|
Fern sat on her porch, boredom yanking at her thoughts. She could hear the waves slamming onto the beach but she was forbidden to see them. The local people knew not to hang out at night and for why Fern did not know. But she did know, that she hated being forbidden to wander at night. She slept during the day and awoke during the night. Her body refused to let her sleep during the night. "Fern, darling, your father is all ready asleep and I am going to join him. You won't wander off into the night will you?" her mother asked. "Mom, you know I won't. Sleep well," Fern smiled. "Okay, my little Fern, and keep your eyes open for anything weird," her mother began to shut the door. "Don't worry, I won't let the boogey men get me," Fern laughed. "It is a serious thing, Fern. People go out at night and," her mother started. "I know, I know, and they disappear to where no one knows," Fern finished. "Okay, well goodnight," her mother went inside. Fern sank into her seat, boredom making her squirm. Finally, she heard her mother and father's snoring become normal. She jumped off the porch, ducked underneath the bush, and grabbed her rollerblades. She slipped her feet in and stood up. "I'm going to have some fun tonight," Fern whispered then began to rollerblade towards the small town below. She arrived in the town and saw most of the shops were open. She knew that the shops were run by people who stayed anywhere from one day to a month and not by any locals. She decided to go to the arcade, expecting the weirdoes that were there at day to be there at night. She rollerbladed in and was shocked. There was only a few weirdoes but there was tons of tourist teenagers. She found a centipede game and began to play vigorously. She was on the fifth level when she was suddenly bumped. "I am really sorry," a dorky tourist boy mumbled. "Just be careful where you walk," Fern replied and turned back to her game. She heard someone say, "So, where are you from?" but she figured it was not to her. Then she was tapped on the shoulder. "I said, where are you from?" a husky voice inquired. Fern turned to see a teenager boy standing there. He was dressed in black with a black duster. He had chains hanging from his pocket and a gold hoop in his left ear. His hair was dusty blonde and he had sharp blue eyes. "I am sorry, I thought you were talking to someone else. I am from here," Fern smiled. "Really, how come I haven't seen you before?" the boy inquired. "I don't come to the town at night," Fern explained. "Why?" the boy questioned. "You are obviously not a local. Only tourists would ask such a stupid question," Fern turned back to her game, refusing to speak to a tourist. "I have lived here all my life but no one knows what causes the disappearances and I was wondering if you knew?" the boy laughed. "No, all I know is that people disappear and it is at night that they become missing people," Fern turned back to face the boy. "Same here. My name is Brett and what is your name?" the boy asked. "I am Fern," she chuckled. Click here to read the rest of this story (1465 more lines)
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