The trail (standard:horror, 1240 words)
Author: Lev821	Added: Nov 30 2011	Views/Reads: 2690/1648	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Should he follow the trail of clues left for him?

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The next message was etched into a gravestone, and looked as aged and
worn as the others, as though it had been there for over a hundred 
years. ‘Edmond' it said, ‘Your next task is to go back to the beach 
near your first message, and stop the girl crying'. 

Edmond simply stared at it for a while, confused, but he slowly walked
back to his bike, and slowly rode back to the beach. 

There was nobody there. A cold breeze had whipped up and a few seagulls
circled around above. He wandered slowly along the shoreline and soon 
found himself walking on stones with smooth rocks near a cliff face. It 
was then he heard a whimper, a snivelling sound coming from behind a 
large rock. He cautiously made his way around and saw, sitting on a 
large stone, a little girl in a white dress. She looked to be around 
five or six years old. She was crying. Edmond walked across. “Hey, 
what's wrong?” he asked, and she looked up at him, tears streaming down 
her face, and pointed towards the entrance to a large cave around 
fifteen metres away, a cave he had always been aware of, but never 
ventured into. “My doll,” said the girl. “It's there, in the dark. 
Mother said I should never go into the dark on my own”. Edmond walked a 
few steps towards the cave and saw that in the gloom, there was a 
rag-doll lying on its back staring up at the cave ceiling. Oh, he 
thought, smiling slightly, she's scared of the dark and wants her doll. 
That should stop her crying. 

He walked across to the doll and crouched down to pick it up. It was
then that he felt a draught coming from within the cave. He frowned, 
looking deep into its black depths, then back at the girl, who was 
standing there grinning at him with a white face and black eyes. The 
draught became a breeze and he looked back into the cave and screamed. 

The little girl looked away, at the ocean, and could hear Edmond's skin
being torn, and his bones being crunched and the splattering of blood 
against the rocks, as so many others had before him. 

After a few minutes there was silence, and she walked across to her
doll, looking into the depths. “Don't worry,” she said, “You know I'll 
keep feeding you these humans”. She turned and walked back to the rock, 
wondering about the next victim. She smiled again, became a normal 
looking girl again, and looked back out across the ocean. 


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