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Into The Night..... LBC Post

This week's Loose Blogger Consortium post is entitled 'Into the Night', title suggested by Will Knott.  Appropriate for Hallowe'en, the season of ghosts, ghouls and things that go bump in the night...


The thunder crashed and the lightning flashed, illuminating the inside of the deserted house in a ghastly parody of daylight.  In the flash of lightning, the tall, robed figure of a man could be seen standing in the open doorway.  He seemed at first to be hesitant to enter the now deserted dwelling.

He strode inside, and the lightning revealed him to have aristocratic features, hooded eyes which quickly took in his surroundings and the fact that he was dressed in long robes and was in fact, hooded.  Who was he?  From where had he come?

This was one of those houses where the front door brings you straight into the living quarters.  The lightning, when it flashed, revealed a large room with staircases leading off on either side and an exit at the back.  No doubt, in bygone days, it had been a large family residence, with a staff to match.  But things were very different now. Unmaintained and empty, this house was a mere skeleton of its former self.

Lifting his head for a moment, he gave out a menacing laugh which was lost in the next crash of the thunderstorm.  A laugh of triumph?  A bitter laugh of regret?  Who knew?  And whatever it was that he knew, he was not about to reveal it now.

The storm slowly subsided and as it did, the man backed out of the house.  Throwing back one last glance behind and hitching up his cloak for one last time, he did as he'd done years before and walked out into the night..........

(Photo borrowed from All-Free Downloads)


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  1. and he climbed into the waiting black carriage with its complement of 4 enormous, muscular black stallions with bright red eyes and a headless driver. The driver cracked a long whip and the carriage was off...

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  2. at a great speed and the rider and his stallions took off from the ground and rode up to the very sky where they rode on, oblivious to the thunder, the lightning, the noise, the chaos of the night sky....

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  3. And the fair maiden, fed up with the development eloped with Rummuser who was stalking her the past many nights.

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  4. What fair maiden? I don't recall any maiden, fair or otherwise. This was supposed to be about a tall, dark, gaunt, oriental man. Rummuser, you're not by any chance tall, dark and er....gaunt, are you? I never took you for a stalker either. LOL

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  5. And not a wicked witch in sight!

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  6. Ha ha! Love how the comments continue the story!

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  7. Ha, I love SHackman's continuation of the story!

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  8. As comments go, this is a remarkable post. I'll do something like this again.....

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  9. This is a good story, Maria. Well written.
    blessings ~ maxi

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  10. Great and atmospheric story line, Maria.

    The ending not only made me a little tearful but gave me goose pimples - opening up my own imagination of what might have been all those years ago.

    U

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  11. Once I initially commented I clicked the -Notify me when new feedback are added- check box and now every time a remark is added I get four emails with the same comment. Is there any method you can remove me from that service? Thanks!

    Cccam Server

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  12. Oh, thanks, Maxi and Ursula. I'll have to write that full story now, I think....

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