It was fall. The rustic air swirled in invisible tornados through the leaves capturing them in its inescapable whirlwind. The leaves are black on the edges, the longevity of its color finally diminishing. The sky was littered by ominous clouds, their faces streaked with little lines of lightning.
Underneath that yawning mouth full of faces, a young girl is seen carelessly skipping along SAFE DR. kicking pebbles into the overgrowth on the side of the road. Her eyes are wide almost drinking in the scene with a small smile playing on her cheeks. Her vivid red hair matches the leaves at the top of the trees and they both bounce cheerfully in the chilly wind.
I can't wait.
The girl slips her small fingers into the pocket in front of her deep blue overalls pulling out the jumble of keys her mother gave her to get inside their precious home. It was her first time walking home from school as the fine age of 8 has grown upon her shoulders.
They will be so proud!
The key was painted by hand, a lovely house with a small attic shining in front of a night sky. Her grip was strong as she skipped faster down the pavement.
Wait...
Her feet come to a halt as if the electricity running through her veins has ceased to current. Her yellow speckled brown eyes seemed to grow impossibly larger resembling a low-temperature star in the solar system. Her tiny sandals stood barely across the covered gap in the middle of the street.
A breeze swam through her hair causing her to shiver and scrunch her nose. She stared deep into the abyss of darkness only imprisoned by a meager metallic cover. In between the little spaces between the bars, she could see a small chain of some sort hanging loosely.
She pinched it with her fingers pulling it up causing a small audible echo to bounce down the hole.
A locket, rusted shut left her fingers colored burnt umber.
Mommy...No mom...always told me to never step on these thingies.
She rubbed the smudge onto her outfit and peered intently at the necklace as long as a little girl could muster.
Must be broken.
Her small frame shrugged reaching subconsciously to her own locket hung by silk on her neck. Nonchalantly, she dropped it watching it momentarily finally falling in the hole in the ground.
The soft splosh sings silently at the bottom coming again to stagnant silence.
She skips home clutching the key tightly in hand.
~End of Chapter 1~
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Sewer
HorrorWalking down a streets whose cracks you know inside and out has never been so morbid.
