It was a dark and stormy night . A man was riding a horse............(complete the following story) Please
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Ok writers and story weavers here is the challenge. In the spirit of Halloween, I want you to write your best horror stories and here are a few of the rules.
1) The story must be 200 words or less.
2) The story must start with "It was a dark and stormy night," (which does apply to your word count, so yes that's the first 7 words).
3) You can post multiple stories, but they must be separate postings.
4) Last but not least, the stories must adhere to the forum rules. (no baiting, explicit language etc. ).
So I will start this shindig with my own story.
It was a dark and stormy night, and despite the blazing fire roaring in the hearth I still had chills running down my spine. The wind howled and moaned like a hundred mourning widows crying over the dead bodies of their recently lost husbands. The oak tree out back would occasionally brush the roof with a bare branch, it sounded as if it were some unholy minion fighting for purchase on my roof top during this rain swept storm. Brutus my normally overbearing guard dog lay whimpering in the corner as he whined at every flash of light and peal of thunder that seemed to be directed at us an no one else. I sit here in my rocking chair, wrapped in the finest blanket my mother had stitched for me and sipped a nice hot cup of tea. But unfortunately I cannot shake the feeling as if some dark entity is lurking in the shadows of the night and peering into the back of my head, wishing for my untimely demise or even worse yet. To inhabit my body and take over my soul...
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It was a dark and stormy night. A man was riding a horse as he was passing by a lake covered in ice. From his Chartered clothes and shaggy hair, the man appear as poor and sick. His lonely eyes were fixated on the dark path ahead. The horse was Tyre and its movement was slow. It was chilling and the wind gusts struck him strongly, pushing him off the horse. He fell on his neck and hurt himself. He laid there for about an hour when he heard some footsteps approaching him. He was alarmed and held onto his knife. Suddenly the horse started to neigh furiously and in a blink, it was gone. The man called out, "In the name of the Father, tell me, who's there?" His voice came out shaking and dry. Nobody answered. Silence settled once again as the man started to think how to defend himself.
The footsteps ceased to move towards him and as if a pair of feet stood five feet apart from him. The man looked up and searched for the owner of those ghastly feet but darkness has swallowed him fully. The man tried to scream this time but it was too late. As he opened his mouth to let his voice out, a sharp pain made him choke. He was terrified but kept on mumbling on his own blood. "You...father?" he asked as he fell on the ground, decidedly dead.