Abigail: Chapter 03

(There may be some typos and grammar errors in this story, it'll be gone over again in a little bit.) 

“10-23 dispatch.” a male voice filtered through the buzzing in her head. Abigail couldn't quite get her eyes to open, but she was slowly becoming aware of her surrounding once more. She was on her stomach, half of her body laying in something sticky and cold. Beneath her she could just barely make out a puddle of something thick and foul smelling. There was pressure on her calf and pain. She heard static and realized it wasn't from her head at all, but from a police radio nearby. Strong hand clamped down on her calf; confusion and fear made her thrash and attempt to crawl away. Where was her umbrella? A gruff voice ordered, “Hold still, or you're going to start bleeding again and I just got it to stop.”

A hand curled around her ankle and held her leg straight. The gruff voice spoke again though it wasn't to her, “10-71, Dispatch, will meet at front of building.”

“Who-” Abigail started to ask but was largely ignored by what must have been a police offer. She felt something being tied around her half and fastened tight. Then she was being hauled up off of the ground.

“Can you walk, ma'am?” The officer asked. He was dressed in the local sheriff's office uniform. Black pants, black shirt, with some sort of vest underneath it. She could tell he was a part of their paranormal specialized unit, however, because his uniform had just barely visible runes and geometric designs woven into it with special silver thread. She squinted past the uniform and up at the man. He wasn't much older than she was, mid-twenties at the most she guessed. He might be handsome if he weren't busy frowning at her. Dark blue eyes, sandy hair, clean-shaven. He looked like the image of an All American White Knight. One sandy eyebrow arched at her and he repeated himself, “Ma'am? Can you walk?”

Abigail shook herself out of her daze and tested her leg; pain shot through her but she made herself keep going. She licked her lower lip and tasted blood and ichor there. She thought she might throw up once more, but managed to keep it down with a hand pressed to her stomach. The rusty, dull quality of her voice frightened her when she said, “Yes, but not too fast...”

“Your magical signature is all over this-” He said, reaching down to pick up the umbrella. He gestured toward the body of the dog-thing. Its mouth was open and she could see the metal inside where the umbrella had been thrust in and subsequently removed at some point. Her stomach rolled, but he didn't give her nausea a chance to take her attention. He grabbed her arm and continued as he propelled her from the classroom. His voice was full of disapproval, “While it is clear that you have talent as a Necro, ma'am, both by the way you took out the creature and your aura... Judging by the way you took out the creature you are not trained in the combat uses of your gifts. My guess is that you have minor training in warning against the unquiet. Without combat training you had no business taking on this creature.”

Abigail's face burned, she knew that blood was rushing up in shame. He was absolutely correct with his assessment of her training and skill set. She never took combat training of her gift, though many members of her family and friends had encouraged her to. She didn't want a combat life. She wanted a nice, quiet life. A life where her worth wasn't determined by the amount of magical “oomph” she had, but how skilled she was as a person. That was the reason she worked at a school in an administrative capacity. It was quiet, it was safe, and best of all she was judged on how well she filed papers and made spreadsheets. Not by how many unquiet she managed to put down in a night before the sun came up.

The man continued on as he turned her down a hallway and toward the administrative offices of the school, “Not only could you have gotten hurt-- which you did –but you could have gotten your coworkers hurt as well. Did you stop to think that person the creature may not have been undead? That perhaps it just looked like it? You had no idea how it would react to your magic, did you? You should have waited for the authorities to arrive.”

Abigail's temper burst at that. He was wrong there. If there was anything she was completely sure of in life: it was the undead. She jerked on her arm, wrenching from his grip so she could step ahead of him and round on him. Her anger causing her to forget she was dealing with a man of unknown magical prowess, a member of the Paranormal Department of the Sheriff's Office. A man who was likely trained in the nullification of all magical beings. That meant her. She didn't care. She had had enough of being lectured. The creature would have killed someone if it hadn't been for her. She would not be lectured! She jabbed a finger a this chest and snarled at him, “With all due respect, officer. That creature was within three seconds of breaking through the door and getting at that teacher! The woman I saved? That's Jordan Malley! She's a friend of mine and if I hadn't gone after the creature it would have killed her! She has no talents. No way to defend herself against the magical! And you know what, sir? Yeah! I did know it was undead. I knew how it would react to my magic. I knew. Don't you dare tell me I didn't just because I'm not combat trained. I knew!”

The officer just looked down at her, then down at the finger planted on his chest. One roughly calloused and scarred hand lifted, fingers curling with startling gentleness around her wrist, and pushed her hand back to her. His tone was soft, but full of warning, “I would advise you, ma'am, not to touch me again. I am combat trained, and I do not need you awake at this particular moment in time. If you continue to act in the manner you are I will be well within my rights to render you nulled, until such time as you are treated for your wounds and released by the paramedics.”

Abigail shuddered and glared at him; baring her teeth in a feral sneer. She knew she wasn't being particularly nice, nor civilized, but she couldn't help it. The core of her was terrified he would make good on his thread and nullify her. She took a step away from him, and once more he curled his fingers on her arm just above the elbow. Still there was a surprising amount of gentleness to it. His fingers didn't press in any harder than they had to, and he didn't drag her. He simply lead her with a firm, but careful hand. She got the impression that the care was just as much for her as for him. He was a capable of reading magical signatures, but she had a sense that he was also capable of another type of talent as well. He was probably a kinetic of some sort. She certainly hoped it wasn't pyrokinetic. Their tempers were rather notoriously bad, and when they decided someone had wronged them? Their fires had a way of destroying more than just their victim's bodies.

He pushed the door to the administrative offices open and propelled her through. She was met by the side of a man in a black suit, it was also thread with runes and geometric designs, sitting in one of the wheeling chairs talking with Sarah. The teacher turned and leapt to her feet, rushing over. “Abbie!”

She found herself enfolded in Sarah's arms before she could so much as say 'hello'. She felt squeezed a little too tightly, and awkwardly lifted a hand to pat the teacher on the back. She carefully pulled away from her friend and said, “I'm alright, Sarah. But can you let me breathe now, please?”

The other woman looked sheepish and stepped back, flicking her gaze between the man in the combat uniform and Abigail. She ran her hands nervously through her hair and said, “I'm sorry. I was just so worried for you and for Jordan! They helped Jordan out earlier. She's in shock from fear, they're saying. The creature, um, apparently was able to do something to her through the door. What was that thing?”

“That's what we're trying to find out, ma'am? If you could ….” The man in the suit, a detective Abigail assumed, said while gesturing to the chair across from him once more. “Please? Just a few more questions, and Darin the ambulance should be arriving now if you want to take the hero outside. I can smell the blood.”

Abigail wrapped her arms around herself, the quiet words from the detective were utterly disquieting. She turned her gaze to him and really looked at him this time. She saw a flash of something primal in his eyes, something dark and full of fury before it was gone. She shivered and let her arm be taken once more as the blonde officer led her out of the offices, and then out into the muggy aftermath of the storm. True to the detective's words the ambulance pulled up just as they stepped out the doors. Abigail swallowed and closed her eyes, preparing for the discomfort she knew was coming. Despite a necromancer's immunity to the things an undead carried, they were disinfected after every interaction with the undead.

Necromancers could be carriers.

Abigail's Story: Chapter 02

With a magically enhanced Umbrella Abigail made her way down the hallway. The dim emergency lights cast a vaguely orange and sinister glow on the glossy linoleum, throwing shadows at the corner of Abigail's vision. The sound of metal being slammed into repeated in her ears and she wasn't certain if she was hearing what was happening or just the echoes of the earlier attempts to enter the classroom. Scrrrrrbamp! The sound of metal tearing apart and slamming against the ground had Abigail running, passing three hallway intersections before making it to the right one. She skidded to a halt and turned just in time to see the strange, twisted creature ducking into the classroom. The cold, slightly gritty feeling of its essence washed over here. It was definitely an undead of some sort. It wasn't one she had ever run into before, however. Still, if it was undead her magic would hurt it.

Not considering tactics- she didn't have time -she launched herself into motion once more. She threw herself down the hallway, rushing as fast as she could past the classrooms until she reached the broken open doorway. Umbrella brandished like both a sword and shield both; her she flung herself through the doorway. The creature was snarling and clawing at the door to the small bathroom the room shared with the one next to it. Abigail flicked the umbrella downward and backward, rotating her wrist slowly.

“Hey!” She snarled, her voice dropping to a dangerous hiss. Her magic following into the tone. An invisible hand reaching out to smack the creature, to get its attention.

It worked.

The creature turned around and opened its jaw toward her. Oh, god. Its was once a dog, a big one, but its head was twisted upside down and its mouth was full of razor sharp teeth. Abigail felt herself go cold inside; an icy calm flowing through her blood. Her body seemed to come alive, to have a mind of its own. This was what she was born for, this was what she was supposed to be doing with her life; fighting the undead. Hunting them, killing them, controlling them. She felt her lips twisting up into a grimace as the high of the fight started to rush through her. She took a step back, and then another, faking a stumble as she went to draw the creature toward her.

“C'mon boy.” She crooned, her power snapping out at him again. Without something physical to focus her energy, her magic, she couldn't do more than annoy and aggravate the undead but it was a good way to get their attention. To make them angry so they attacked.

It worked once more.

The creature snarled at her and lept toward her, she kicked her foot out and dragged a desk in its way. The creature's claws screeched against the metal top of it. Distantly, from the bathroom she heard a scream of horror. She thought she also heard herself shouting that it was alright, that she had everything under control but she couldn't be certain. Her body was its own entity now, the magic coursing through and guiding her. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. When the creature crawled over the top of the desk and lunged at her she ducked backward, out the classroom door and swung her umbrella down at the same time. The glowing makeshift weapon connected with the creature's head and caused a sickening pop-sizzle-crack noise as its flesh started to melt underneath it.

The creature reared back and snarled in pain, and Abigail ran. She went across the hall and slammed into a classroom door. Locked. The creature scrambled out into the hallway behind her, she could hear its claws clattering against the floor. She lept to the side, spinning and bringing the umbrella down once more just as the creature swiped at where she had been. It managed to turn its aim just quickly enough to slash her leg, its sharp sharp claws shredding her pants and tearing open her calf. If she had been anyone else, had any other talent, she might have worried about it infecting her with some sort of contagion. The undead were particularly virulent most of the time. However, she was who she was and she was immune to most things that the undead carried. Worrying not about the cut, except for the pain, and the blood trail she would leave behind she drew her umbrella back and slammed it forward. The slightly rounded tip just missing the creature's eye and glancing off its very very thick skull. Still, the magic channeled through the umbrella acted like acid against the creature's flesh and bone.

Once more it reared back from her, and Abigail ran. She needed to lead it further away from the classroom, from its original prey. She ran past the first hallway intersection and went to the opposite side of the hall and slammed into classroom door. This one opened and she all but fell inside of it. She made a beeline for the bathroom, the creature fast on her heels. She jerked the bathroom door open and slipped inside just in time for it to slam up against the door. The door shuddered and buckled underneath the force. She limped to the door on the opposite side and exited into the classroom attached to the first. She took a deep breath and made her way as quickly as she could through the dark classroom.

Out the door and back into the hallway, she could still hear the creature lunging at and slamming against the bathroom door. She grimaced, her calf burning with pain, blood dripping into her shoes. She was suddenly grateful she had worn her flats instead of the heels she normally wore. Slowly she crept back into the first classroom. The creature was, indeed, still trying to break down the door of the bathroom. It clawed at the door, screaming out its primal frustration. Abigail continued to slink through the classroom coming up behind it. The blood in her shoe mde it squeak and she slipped slightly, knocking against a desk. The creature jerked around and spotted her.

It screamed at her and she took her chance. The umbrella was thrust into the creature's mouth, aimed downward to try and break through the soft palette at the roof of its mouth. She made her mark and her body heaved forward as she drove the umbrella home into the creature's head. It didn't even have time to scream before her magic was slammed through the umbrella and shot straight into its brain. One sharp, overpowering burst of magic. The brain liquified almost instantly. The creature's body sagged to the floor, and the smell of melting decaying flesh filled Abigail's senses. She shuddered and let go of the umbrella. It went down with the creature.

She turned away, her stomach clenching hard and then spasming. She bent over, throwing up next to the body. She slid down the ground and wrapped her arms around herself. The shakes began almost instantly, like she hadn't slept in too long. Like she was strung out and coming down from a caffeine or sugar high. Her vision swam and dotted, and she knew she was going to pass out. She turned and tried to crawl away from the disgusting body. She didn't make it far, before she found herself face first on the floor. Her cheek hit the cold linoleum and something sticky. Abigail wasn't certain if what she was laying in was her own blood from her calf wound, or melted flesh from the creature. Her vision darkened further.

One hard, body shaking spasm later and she no longer cared. She was lost to the darkness.

Sleeping Beauty: Chapter 01 (??)

Her head is resting on the pillow, but her eyes are open and staring out the window. Is she awake or asleep? It is almost impossible to tell. She doesn't know herself. She groans and swings her legs off of the bed, and tentatively stands up. Her feet scream with pain and she almost drops back to the bed. Every bone in her body aches with a dull pain. Surely this means she is awake? She can't be certain because sometimes the dreams hurt just as much as reality. Sometimes they hurt even more. She lifts her right foot up and presses it forward, taking her first stumbling step. With a crack of pain she hits the floor, landing straight on her tailbone. Her hair tumbles around her, much longer than she remembered it to be. Desperately, she claws her hand through it, trying to get it off of her head. The dark haired woman groans again and pushes herself forward onto her hands and knees, back protesting every movement. Surely the ache would cease once she got her body used to moving again? Slowly, gingerly she forces herself to climb back up to her feet. She wobbles there, arms flailing at her sides to try and keep herself upright. Once more her hair is in her face, she huffs to try and blow it out. What was she? Rapunzel now? She thought she was Sleeping Beauty. Or maybe she was Snow White. Did she eat a poisoned apple? Were there Dwarves waiting for her?

A little giggle escapes her lips, the noise rusty and just a little hoarse. She slaps a hand over her mouth, startled by the sound of her own voice. She turns to look around her surroundings. Her room was just as big as she remembered it. Just as warm. The carpet beneath her bare feet plush and just a little squishy. The old house creaks around her, making her shiver. It was a noise like the grinding of teeth together. A noise she hears in her dreams far, far too often. Bones creaking, teeth clenching, the monster hungering..

“No, no no.” She whispers to herself. Once more surprising herself that she had any voice what so ever. It had been so long since she had spoken on a regular basis she doesn't remember the sound. It was alien. It was someone else.

Arms wrapping around her abdomen she takes a tentative step forward. The door to her bedroom isn't that far away, and if she strains she thought she could hear … Her on the other side. Speaking with someone. About security, or how to care for Sleeping Beauty. Yes, that is what she is. Sleeping Beauty. And on the other side of the doors is one of her Charming Lovers. Wouldn't she be surprised to see Sleeping Beauty up and walking around? She presses a hand to her lip, she is smiling. Did she even remember how to do that? Apparently the muscles of her face remember. Taking a shuddering breath she attempts another step, and then one more. Her bones grind together with every step. Agony shooting up her legs and along her spine, then down her arms and to her fingertips.

She cries out with the pain, but no one came. Couldn't She hear her? Couldn't she hear the cries of pain? It didn't seem so. Sleeping Beauty lets out a little bit of a hiss, trying to breath through the pain and keep going. Halfway to the door the pain is too much and with white dancing before her eyes she goes to the floor once more. She lands in a heap of hair and useless limbs and agony. She feels phantom chains wrapping around her, trying to hold her back. She won't be held back! She will break free of the spell holding her in place. Even if she has to crawl to do it. She cries out a little louder as she rolls onto her hands and knees. Walking is over rated! It as if invisible hands are wrapping around her ankles, and her wrists, trying to hold her back. To keep her there, but she won't be denied.

Sleeping Beauty crawls closer and closer to the door. The sound of Her voice getting louder now. It is low, pitched pleasantly. She can't quite make out what She is saying. She needs to get closer to the door. The resistance is getting stronger, and stronger, until the invisible restraints on her arms and legs became to become painful. They aren't hands at all, but bands of pain that are cutting into her flesh. She screams out her frustration, and tries to press on forward. She can feel her skin shredding underneath the invisible manacles, blood beginning to drip down her flesh. She keeps pushing, keeps trying to get to the door. She won't fail. She will get to the door. She wants to stop and rest, but if she did she knew that whatever was trying to stop her would pull her backward. Back into the abyss. Back to the bed. Back to Dreams.

She scrambles, and scrambles forward. The restraints pressing into her skin even harder as she gets her hand onto the door. She claws at it, at first loosing purchase as the restraints jerk her backward. She screams louder and digs her nails into the carpet, dragging herself back to the door. This time she gets her hands onto the doorknob. She twists it and the door opens just a crack, it is dark on the other side but she can hear Her voice a bit louder now.

“'Better to not give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yo...'” Her voice trails off, or was lost to the roar in Sleeping Beauty's head.

The roar sounds from behind her, and she screams out. She won't be dragged back in! She claws and claws at the door, getting it open a tiny sliver at a time. Until she catches a glimpse of a woman sitting in a chair near by.... So close by. The world through door is like looking through someone else's eyes, if they had them only open a slim crack. The woman's dark head bent over the slim e-reader in her hands. The woman's mouth is moving, but all Sleeping Beauty can hear is the roar from behind her. She curls her fingers over the edge of the door frame, and tries to pull herself through it but she can't because of the invisible restraints pulling her backward. The roar louder and louder. The woman's head lifts and dark eyes meet hers for a moment, a lopsided smile curling over Her lips. And Sleeping Beauty thinks She mouths, 'You're awake'.

But before she can answer, before she can scream for a hand … The thing trying to stop her from getting through the door yanks hard on her arms and legs. The force drags her back from the door several feet, and it slams shut. She screams and thrashes, but is dragged back to the bed. She lands in a heap at the foot of the bed, before finding herself tossed back onto it. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, hoping to wish it all away. Hoping that she could make herself open her eyes and she would see Her sitting by her bed, reading to her.

A hissing, sibilant voice in the back of her mind, “I'm still hungry... I will devour your world...”

Sleeping Beauty screams, and weeps … Opening her eyes to find herself hanging in the darkness between the stars, staring at the dark outline of a massive creature. A mass of writhing tentacles, and impossible limbs. She is still there. Still trapped with the monster that wants to destroy the world, and everyone she ever loved.

Abigail's Story: Chapter 01

It was raining, but then it was always raining. Abbie stood with her gaze outside the glass front doors of the school. The quiet after the school day was eerie. No children running in the halls, no sounds from the class rooms down the hall. It felt as if someone had simply shut off all of the activity and put the building to sleep. The only sound was that of the rain against the walls, and the occasional shrill ring of the reception telephone. The cold of the quiet finally got to be too much for her and Abbie pushed back from the doors and turned to the reception desk. Louisa, a young woman with pixie cut black hair, was behind the desk. She arched an eyebrow at Abbie, but was otherwise engaged with the phone. Fishing her key-frob out of her coat pocket Abbie unlocked the door attached to reception and let herself back into the main part of the school.

Now that she was past the safety-glass infront of the reception desk she could hear Louisa's conversation. The receptionist was miming wrapping the telephone cord around her neck and hanging herself with it, as she said patiently into the phone, “No, ma'am. The school is closed tomorrow, you won't be able to bring in your child's homework then. If you can get here within the next hour we're still open until...” Louisa picked up a pen and mimed stabbing herself with it, “Yes, ma'am, I'm very sorry for the inconvenience, but if you can come within the next hour we can make sure it gets placed into the teacher's mailbox..”

The conversation ended abruptly with Louisa dropping the phone onto the cradle with a huff. She turned to Abbie and put one hand to her forehead for dramatics, “Really? These people! Tomorrow is a national holiday, do they really think the school is going to be open just so they can drop off homework?”

Abbie shrugged and shuffled her feet back over to her desk. A small laugh escaping her lips as she looked over her shoulder to say, “Well. Yes. We provide a service, and they think that service is catering to their every need.”

“Harrumph.” Louisa complained as she shut down her computer, and started to pack up for the evening. A glance in Abbie's direction and she says, “Well, my dear. It's your turn to deal with the crazies for the rest of the evening. I figure the rain will keep most of them away, but you may get a few phone calls still.”

“Oh, boy.” Abbie said sarcastically, before waving a hand. “Don't worry about me Louisa. I've been here by myself countless of times. I think I can handle it.”

“Have a nice week!” Louisa said as she pushed over the door and bounced out, “See you Monday!”

With a schnick of the door closing and a click of the lock settling into place the silence once more settled around Abbie. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. She had an hour to kill, an hour to deal with the deafening stillness of an empty school. To waste time she logged into her email and went through it. One parent wanted to know why their volunteer hours hadn't been posted yet. Another parent wanted to know if Abbie could get their friend's neighbor's child a spot in the school. Lastly there was an alert to all parents about the school being closed the next day, and for everyone to have a great long weekend! The two emails from the parents were responded to within five minutes and she still had most of an hour left. The silence was going to drive her just a little bit batty.

With nothing else to do she kicked her foot against the floor, shooting her chair across the office to the computer monitor that housed the security cameras. She spun about and dropped her elbows onto the counter infront of the monitor, leaning in she stared at the empty, empty hallways. Her foot tapped to a song in her head, something bouncy and lively to contrast the silence she was surrounded with. The place wasn't completely empty, she was sure. There was always some teacher still in their classroom; grading papers or trying to clean up or get some other work done so they wouldn't have to take it home. Idly she reached for the phone at one of her coworker's stations, intending to find out if any of her more friendly coworkers were still in the building.

KA-BOOM!

Thunder seemed to explode right over the building, making Abbie jump. At the same time the power flickered, and for a brief moment Abbie thought she saw a misshapen shadow in one of the hallways on the monitor right before the lights went out. Oh, god. A moment she could hear the sound of the backup generator humming to life. She dropped the phone immediately, and stared at the cameras in horror. The screen was blank for a moment and then the start-up screen loaded, followed by it the log in one. Abbie typed the username and password in as fast as she could. Creeeeee.... Abbie turned away from the computer at the sound of a door opening behind her. She whirled toward the small clinic off of the reception desk, and tried to find what had happened. Standing in the doorway on the other side was a shadowy figure. Abbie screamed.

The figure screamed too. A loud, girlish sound of shock and surprise. It was vaguely familiar.

The emergency lights from the generator finally clicked on and in the slightly brighter lighting she could see it was a slender redheaded woman. Sarah Smith. Second grade teacher. Abbie relaxed into the counter behind her and said, “Oh god! I'm so sorry. Don't sneak up on me like that! Get in here before your eaten by a zombie or something! And shut the door.”

“What?” Sarah sounded dumbfounded.

“Just get in here and shut that door!” Abbie insisted, turning back to the computer and turning the monitor back on.

“What?” Sarah repeated, but she complied with Abbie's demand. She stepped into the clinic and shut the door behind her. She scurried the rest of the way over, and peered at the monitor over Abbie's shoulder. “Is there really a zombie or something in the building? I thought that … we had like anti-zombie protective wards or something.”

“We do but … I don't know- THERE!” Abbie hissed through her teeth. On the monitor was a shuffling figure toward the back of the building. It was low to the ground and seemed to be four legged; but its back was arched in an unnatural manner and its head twisted to the side. She tapped the figure on the monitor and says, “What hall way is that? Fourth grade? Do you know if any of the four grade teachers are still here?”

Sarah wrapped her arms around herself and took a step back from the monitor to look around the room. “Are there more of the … whatever that is?”

“I'm not sure. Go lock the doors. The clinic door and the door that leads to the administrative hallway.” said Abbie as she reached over and grabbed the telephone again. She waited for Sarah to get moving before punching in the code to make an all-call. With a shaking voice she said into the phone, “Attention all staff, if you're in the building right now … please be aware that a creature of unknown classification has been spotted in the building. It is currently in the fourth grade hallway. Please lock your doors and stay in your room. Do not investigate any noises or open your classroom doors unless the All Clear is given.”

Sarah returned a moment later, while Abbie was making a call to the local police. She didn't waste time with them, she asked for the Para-Unit and said that they were a school and that they didn't know what they were dealing with, but she described the creature. The entire time she was on the phone, she watched the thing on the cameras. It shuffled outside of a specific classroom door. It walked around in a circle, its twisted head going to the ground and pushing along it before lifting up into the air. The creature lunged at a classroom door and rebounded off of it, before attacking again. Abbie couldn't be sure, but she thought she heard someone screaming in terror. A shudder ran down her spine and she looked at Sarah.

“What do we do? What if it gets in there?” Sarah asked, softly.

Abbie bit her lower lip and looked around the office, trying to find a weapon she could use. Anything. Her attention fell onto an umbrella and she bit her lower lip just a little bit harder. It didn't really look particularly sturdy, nor very good as a weapon... But if the thing was undead, and the knot in the bottom of her stomach said it was, she could turn it into a weapon against the creature. It was one of her very special talents. She took a deep breath to screw up her courage and snatched up the umbrella. Abbie lifted her chin and said, “Lock the door behind me, Sarah. And don't open the door for me, okay? Even if you think it's really me on the other side. This thing could have mimic abilities. Don't open the doors until the cops get here. The door there is a blind spot on the cameras so you won't be able to see if it's really me. So don't open the door.”

“Okay...” Sarah said, wrapping her arms around herself. “I won't open the door Abbie but … I don't like this.”

On the monitor the creature lunged at the door once more, and they could see it starting to bulge inward. The metal door bending and beginning to give. Abbie thought she heard another scream of terror. She unlocked the clinic door, certain she was walking into a trap, and stepped through it. She let her magic out, let it uncoil from inside of her like a great flood of warmth and let it flow into the umbrella in her hands. She took the first step down the hallway cautiously muttering to herself, “Just call me Abigail, the Umbrella Wielding Terror to the Undead.”

Introduction: Serial Stories!

Hello!

I am going to be working on writing some stories.  These aren't stories I plan on selling, or publishing anywhere but here.  They are, basically, just a thing for me to do to tell stories.  I'll try to update at least once a week, potentially more depending on my schedule.

A lot of these stories are going to be paranormal in nature-- because I really like the paranormal.  They might be in the same world, they might be in different ones!  They will also likely have some sort of education/school setting/thread to them.  Why? Because I find the inner workings of a school to be both fascinating and hilarious.  I hope you will too!

Feel free to comment.  Tell me what you think each step of the way.