Darker Than Black excerpt
Darker Than Black, Tales of Horror
“She’s
a very thin woman,” Bobby said after his first clear look at the strange lady in black.
“Her skin doesn’t look natural; it has a green pall. And her eyes are black.
Helluva makeup job.”
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“Let
me see,” Andy reached for the binoculars.
“No
way,” Bobby pulled back, almost losing his balance and falling off the tree
house. After gathering himself, he put the binoculars back to his eyes again.
“The stroller looks a hundred years old. The lace is ripped and the wheels are
rusty. I bet it makes a helluva racket.”
“Can
you see what’s inside of it?”
“No,
wrong angle, and she has the lid up. We’ll have to wait till she passes us.”
“Not
going to happen, she’s turning into the cemetery.”
“We
have to follow her!”
“Let’s
go!”
The
boys swiftly climbed out of the tree and ran across the street, binoculars and
wooden swords in hand. They crept along as quietly as they could once they
entered the cemetery, going from tree to tree, like ninjas. The girl in black
didn’t seem to notice.
The
shadowy girl walked the winding path until she was about halfway through the
cemetery. Then she cut across a swath of graves that led to an area of
mausoleums. The boys closed in, not to attack, but to get a better view and
understanding of what she was up to.
She
pushed the stroller over rocks, roots and whatever was in the way as she made a
beeline to the creepiest mausoleum in the cemetery. It was half covered in
vines, mostly covered in moss, had cracks all through it and its door was half
open. The girl squeezed the stroller in and from there the darkness of the
crypt took her out of view.
“Whaah!”
a cry came from the crypt.
“It’s
a baby!” the boys screamed in unison.
Their
outburst must have startled the girl and an otherworldly fog began pouring out
of the crypt. She hissed at them in the most hellish voice the boys had ever
heard, setting the hairs on their arms and neck straight up. Then they heard
the sounds of heavy stones being rubbed against each other. She was either
opening or closing a tomb.
Ready
for battle, the boys ran towards the crypt but stopped dead in their tracks
when the growls of an angry wolf startled them. It was humungous, and had a
bloodthirsty look its glowing red eyes. It slowly came out of the shadows and
placed itself between the crypt and the boys, its white fur blending ominously
with the fog.
With
nothing left to do but flee, the scared boys started slowly walking backwards.
The wolf stayed where it was at but continued its eerie growling. When they’d
gotten out of sight of the beast, they turned and ran as fast as they could out
of the cemetery and into their backyard.
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