11 - Into The Castle

The creature stopped breathing and Asher grew nervous, waiting to hear the sound of it again.

Please, just be dead...

Asher doubted this would be, but he was too desperate for any logic.

Still afraid to move, Asher kept himself hushed and deathly still.

Maybe it’s waiting...like a hunter...

The thought freaked him out and he wanted nothing more than to just get as far away from the creature; from here, the castle- as far away as he can. Like the prey that I am...

He bit his lower lip, trying to keep himself from screaming from the top of his lungs. Tears were forming at the corner of his eyes and they slowly rolled down his cheeks, his face red and hot with fear. His heart was still beating to a rapid pace and he wondered if the creature- the monster could hear it.

Asher gulped down. He heard the faint sound of the creature’s ragged breathing. Slowly and as if it had something stuck in its throat, in and out, in and out, in and out.

He felt dry, rough skin over his face and he flinched. It was stroking its strange, distorted hands over Asher’s face. The boy felt chills run down his arms. The creature could feel the beating of the boy’s heart when his fingers traced over a vein or an artery, and ignored the tears it smeared. It snickered, an evil and harsh sound that made Asher whimper with fear.



***Not much of an update. Sorry, haven't had much time to write, but I'll make some time soon enough! Ciao.