Loosely Horror

In the dim lighting, she seemed to shift. Her eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare, her outline becoming less and less human. Ivan shuffled backwards in terror. The moon shone brightly through the cracked window in the old warehouse despite the raging storm. The angry fall of rain against the roof drowned out Ivans screams as he ran off to warn his daring (read: foolish) friends. The girl, her transformation complete, was left alone. Monstrous face pressed hard against the window, she fought back the urge to howl her sorrows to the moon.

“There’s the beast! Get it!”

The girl barely even glanced up at the group before her, her eyes still fixated on the moon. No real concern. She hardly noticed when she felt her own silver dagger forced deep into her gut. Not a flicker of emotion as she fell to the floor, presumably dead. Not concerned, no. Never concerned. She’d be back. She always was.