Museum Fright part 2

“Come to me.” 

Instinct had me grabbing for the gate. I felt a strange current where ever I touched the metal. Things looked clearer, the light less dim. The shadows of the statues seem to be shrinking, less threatening. 

“Shannon, honey, I need you. Won’t you come stand by me?” 

My thoughts raced, if she touched the gate would whatever possessed her leave. I tried to remember the stories dealing with magic and metal. Something about cold iron canceling out magic. I hesitated, what if it made it worse. 

I gripped the gate harder. “Babes I’m getting lonely by myself.” keep it light, I thought, flirt with her. 

“Mac? What’s going on I don’t feel so good.” Shannon sounded like Shannon.

“Come stand beside me Babes. The fresh air will make you feel better.” 

She took a couple of steps towards me. I started to relax when I noticed her eyes shinning red in the light. Her steps were a little off balance. Her stride brought her closer and she started to grin. That grin was more of a teeth baring snarl.

“That’s it Babes. Just a little farther and you will feel better.” I hope, I thought it but didn’t say it. I searched her face for the woman I knew and loved. Shadows danced hiding then revealing parts of her. 

She leaned into me, her skin was icy. I started to let go of the gate. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and protect her. Something held me back, a warm trickle from the side of my neck. 

“Shannon are you okay? Talk to me Babes.” Pain slammed into my body. 

“The sacrifice is ready.” Her lips were wet. I felt my strength fading. 

                 To Be Continued

 

Museum Fright

“Come on. The museum is closing in thirty minutes.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward revolving doors.

“Babes you know this is your thing, not mine.” 

She threw me a look over her shoulder before dashing through the doors and out of sight. I sighed and followed her. The museum was dark and cool after the glare of the day. A guard nodded at me and pointed toward a exhibit hall to the left. I nodded my thanks and set off in pursuit of my wife. 

The exhibit was dimmer than the main hall with spot lights illuminating the various exhibits. Some where near the back of the gallery I found her entranced in front of three statues. 

“Okay Babes. I’m here. They’re great let’s go.” 

“Shush. Just watch the shadows.”

I glanced up. Everything seemed normal, a shiver traced up my spine. The shadow of the middle figure was leaning to the statue on the left. I looked at the exhibit, nothing had changed they were standing straight in a line. I looked back up and swallowed hard. The left shadow was caressing the middle shadow. While the right statue had turned to face them. 

“Babes come on. Funny but let’s go.” I touched her shoulder and she snarled. I backed away, her face was different. I felt the stares of the shadows and statues, my hair was standing on end. 

“You would leave before the sacrifice” Her voice was husky and dark, old and not hers. 

“Shannon enough let’s go. Now. This isn’t right.” 

A jangle of keys caught my attention, and the scream of a metal gate shocked me into shouting. 

“Hey wait. We are still in here. Hey come back.” I jogged towards the gate, the lights dimmed and went dark. I rattled the gate, “Hey is anyone there?” 

The jingle of keys and footsteps echoed, the guard appeared in the gloom. “Funny I thought I heard somthing.” 

I rattled the gate, “Here. I’m right here.” 

The guard jumped staring at the gate. “Creeping bloody statues. They say the gates are to keep people out. I think they are trying to keep something in.” He turned and walked quickly away. He didn’t look back.

I looked towards Shannon, she was backlit by the only remaing light in the hall. There was something off putting about the way she stood, I glanced to the ceiling. A fourth shadow, her shadow had joined the three. Anticipation filled the air. Sweat ran down my back.

“Come to me. The sacrafice is ready.” She called to me in that old dark alien voice. My feet started to move as I fought to stay by the gate. 

                  To Be Continued….. 

Ready, Set, Write!

I wish I could say that Nov. 1st is going to be an awesome writing day and NaNo will be smooth sailing. I know better. Writing is all fun and games until the words that poured out fast and furious are down to measley drip drops.

However I chose not to focus on that, but instead Saturday night and my wedding anniversary to my awesome, fantastic hubby. Wow seven years, where did the time go.
This time seven years ago I was getting ready to go to Gatlinburg TN for our wedding.

Chapel at the Park provided a beautiful charming little chapel, perfect weather and a peaceful pastor. He spoke more to my soon to be hubby than me, but only because I was late. Never fails I always seem to be late for the important stuff. Tying this back to writing, hopefully I will be on time for NaNo at Nov. 30th.

Cheers on this Halloween weekend, james