This weeks story will come during the weekend. Now to your daily programming.
It was quiet October night. A night where everyone was off sleeping, the moon was full and not a hint of disturbance was in the air. It was the night where everything started. There was a hint of a white shadow dashing across a lawn already decorated for the Halloween holiday. For the normal person it would have looked like a foggy snowman walking across, and since that incident last Christmas no one would really care. Even if that foggy snowman has just entered a bright pink house, with all the lights turned off, and no one in the house at the moment.
“Did you hear that, Brackon?” asks Mia, sitting up quickly thinking that it was her cousin Selina finally coming home from her trip to Japan.
“Hear what?” he asks, slightly annoyed that Mia wasn’t back in his arms.
“Oh never mind, it was most likely nothing,” she says settling back into his arms, worry still over circling her.
“It’s okay she’ll come back,” he says content again.
“How do you, what if, what if… her plane crashed! Now who will I have for family now?” she says worry starting to tinge her thoughts.
“Well… you still have Rosia, Kipper, my parents, James, Rose, and…” he says trying to remember all of the friends that she made lately.
“And you?” she says quietly, and before he can start to feel excited, she leans in to give him a quick kiss.
“I’ll-” but he didn’t finish his sentence, because the front door slammed open to reveal… nothing. But what they couldn’t really see was the foggy snowman, creeping towards them using the floor as its hiding place.
“Brackon, now what do you call that?” asks Mia fear in her voice, her heart beating 102 miles per hour.
“I have no idea Mia, but let’s try to get out of here as soon as possible,” he says feigning bravery even though his heart is also beating 102 miles per hour as well.
“Okay but, Brackon, wait,” and before he can ask what it was, she pulled him for a long lingering kiss, before hesitantly pulling away. “Just in case, we get separated again.” He doesn’t bother to kiss her again, or even say I love you, no matter how much he wanted to do it, because he quickly picked her up bridal style and started to run deeper into the house. Fear and coldness in every nick and cranny, and soon a cool fog started to surround them from all sides.
“Welcome to marriage land,” said an eerily high voice that it can easily interpret, as the wind.
“Don’t worry,” Brackon says over and over again, trying in vain to calm Mia down, even though he was also freaking out. But before she can say anything else, the fog started to wrap around them. Incasing them in an icy block of ice, that not a single force of nature or any man made item can destroy. Not unless, a single heart from the purest soul was sacrificed. Before the foggy snowman, was about to carry them to a hidden place deep into the darkness of the darkest imagination, it wrote four simple words in the ice that would be mocking them for the rest of entirety forever.
I’ll be your family.
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