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|The Siren Call of Fire (standard:horror, 735 words)|
|Author: LadyofMistyFog||Added: Jul 18 2003||Views/Reads: 1795/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Look deep into the flame, see the blue spirit dancing in the middle? Yes, look closer, for you must know what shall now terrorize your dreams.|
Becky sat in the cold sand, enraptured with the flickering flames of the campfire. The adults around her were talking, but she didn't really listen to them. Rather, she tuned them out and listened to the loud crackles and hisses of the dancing fire before her. Occasionally, she would come out of her trance merely to seek out a piece of wood to add to the ravenous beast. This was always how she spent her nights at the dunes, adoring the fire, wishing with all her might that she could just step into the fire and be the fire. But tonight, she heard something different inside the usual lingo of the flames, a soft whispering, as if not one, but many tiny voices were chattering softly to each other. She looked around, to see if she was the only one who heard the strange noise, and of course, she was. With some hesitance, she leaned even closer to hear the sound, and with a loud pop, a spark flew upon her cheek. Almost tumbling into the fire in her surprise, she slapped painfully at the searing spot, succeeding in only adding to the sharp pain. But in that moment, she had unmistakebly heard, "Get the girl!" Her heart beat faster and she pulled back from the edge, not so enamored with the flames. Once more she looked around to see if anyone else had heard the voice, but she knew she was alone in this experience. Again, she listened to the crackles, but the voices were silent. Perhaps she had just imagined it and she began to relax again. One by one, the others got up until only two others remained in her company. That was when the voices again began to whisper, speaking excitedly over each other, each trying to be heard, but all still too muddled to be heard clearly. She didn't lean any closer least she again be hit by a shot from the fire. She wasn't entirely sure that the shot hadn't been on purpose. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of her companions nod off to sleep, his head touching his chest. The din of the firey voices got slightly louder, enough for her to catch the words, "Fire", "Girl", and "Come". Her eyes left the warm glow and looked at her friend, Jeff, who was the last one awake. He caught her eye and smiled. "Hey Pyro, you can stay out here and play with the fire all night long but I'm off to bed," he rose and fear swelled in her chest. He couldn't leave her, if he did, the voices would be able to be heard. She didn't want to hear the voices, she didn't want to know what they had to say. But she couldn't very well tell him that, he would think she was crazy, and she had no idea how to convey her desire for him to stay without sounding off her rocker. So, she just mumbled a goodnight then turned her full focus back to the fire that seemed to stretch for her. The voices didn't increase their pitch, as she had expected, but stayed at the same volume. Her body began to wind down, and her eyes began to droop, it was time for her to head off. She stretched almost lazily, realizing how cramped she was from sitting in the sand. Then the voices were suddenly screaming, seeming to explode into a full vent of sound. With a look of absolute terror, she gazed into the fire, and saw a hand of burning flames reaching out towards her. She leapt up to run, but didn't even get a step taken forward when she felt the heat close in on her. Bryant awoke from his sleep on the chair, when a piercing scream, near him, shattered his rest. He looked about quickly, when his eye caught the flame. He stared closer because for a moment, he would have sworn he saw Becky receding into the flames, her arms outstretched to him and her mouth pleading for rescue. But surely he must still be waking up because that wasn't possible. He rose from the chair, stretched, and cast a look around just in case he did see something. But there was nothing and he was sure the scream was from a dream, and with that, he went to bed. Tweet
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