Snippet #2057089

Pandora

“Well? That’s it really. They haven’t gone back. I guess. I don’t know. But yeah! My creepy story!”

Pandora had been listening intently to what was going on. It was obvious that everyone was tired, but Kanari's energy made her have a little energy too. Plus, she liked the story he told, although it wasn't all too scary. Maybe.....maybe she could give it a try, too? After all, Kanari's story had blood and gore in it. Why couldn't hers have it too?

Pandora took a step away from the doorway, no longer half-hidden in shadow. Just a single step. She stood tall, her hands in the pockets of the coat she was always wearing. The hood of the coat was up like it always was, showing only her face and some of her hair.

"My turn." She said softly, her thick Russian accent making it sound like 'my tern.' She probably looked angry as hell to have to tell a story, but that was the way she normally looked anyway. She looked around the room, her strange blood-red eyes surveying the room.

"The Black Curtains." She stated simply, meaning to tell them the title of the story. "A folk tale from Mother Russia." Knowing her accent sometimes made it hard for others to understand her, she spoke slowly and enunciated as best she could.

"There once lived a father, a mother, a little girl and her brother. One day, the mother sent the girl to buy curtains. She told her, "Do not buy the black ones." With this in mind, the girl went to town. She went to the store, which only had black curtains. Her mother's words forgotten, the girl bought the black curtains and took them home.

Her mother put the curtains up on the window. That night, the curtains came to life and choked the father to death. The next day, he was buried. The next night, the mother was choked to death by the curtains. So too, was the mother buried the next day. Then, the night after that, the curtains choked the brother.

After burying the brother the next day, the girl went to the police and told them everything. That night, the police hid under her bed. When the girl went to sleep, the curtains wanted to choke her, but the policemen shot at them. The curtains spewed black blood, and soon died."

Pandora smiled. The story was simple, but it had morals to it. Listen to your parents, don't wait until the last moment, and call the police immediately. Although she was smiling because she thought she told a good story, it might have seemed incredibly creepy in the current atmosphere. Done with what she had to say, she took a step back to the doorway, half-hidden in shadows once again.