The Girl in the Pasture (Fiction)

I noticed her in the deep moonlight. As she shone through the darkness, there was blackness that persevered through that of the thickest of nights. She beckoned me with a simple drone of unease; I walked toward her with the newfound quest of comprehension for what this entity could mean. I looked above myself, trying to find the aether one could barely see; yet somehow, I knew that she could.A breeze pushed me toward her, begging, whispering for me to meet her in the blackness that became her light. Was it I, I had questioned myself, who had broken; had my mind come so far, simply to stop so quickly? Yet I knew that my sanity was with me, though, somehow goodness had left.I stepped closer, never leaving her gaze. She stood there waiting, giving no indication of doubt that I had fallen. I helped myself not, for not more than three steps later, she was before me: six inches away. I breathed deeply, and as I swallowed my fear I asked, “Who are you?” My courage misled me; for what was meant to be said aloud, was little more than a whisper.Before the words could utter themselves from my lips, she grasped me by the arm. In an instant I knew her business, and what is to come. I shook myself away from the shadow and cast aside my curiosity, for it manifested no more. As I turn away, she laughs. The ground forms its hidden roots around my feet, and, despite my efforts, I was unable to run any longer.Having fallen to the ground, I look towards her once more. The shades black encased me, lifting me into the air. There I stand; and yet I do not. A cocoon of desperation surround all but my head as she approaches me once more. As I struggle to free myself, her gaze meets mine, and I know that my efforts are futile.As her face nears mine, I hear her speak.“Once more.”Ever so gently, she brushed my hair back, and caressed my cheek; I felt her breathe consort with mine as she leaned in, and kissed me.***I awoke the next morn in a heap of sweat. The 87th time, this had been, that I’d met this being in my sleep and awoke to the color of her lips upon mine, and not one bit had I begun to accustom this nightmare that had haunted me every Sunday night. Had I remained awake, I had wondered, would the woman ceased to have plagued my mind; or would she appear the next night, or the night after that?Her kiss is elegant, her eyes like onyx, yet her presence is that of the damned. Forever hers, I am, for the way to escape her grasp is unknown to me, and the way into the light is forbidden. My darkness is that of her robe, and her path to the known, is me. via /r/scarystories https://ift.tt/3oA47Dx