The Curse of Necromancy This story WILL be on and off because of FTLoC and Fury and a Half. This is gory horror short, it will be about 2-3 pages long. Black rain clouds slowly formed over the village to make one dense cloud. Even with the awful weather the villagers continued the festival of M'Saati. Ribbons and different coloured lamps infested the grimy tiled streets as happy infants skipped up and down. Adults laughed and bumbled, trying to imbracs the festival of M'Saati; trying to ignore the prophecy. Trying to forget the Elders. Trying to escape the clouds. Tables lined all the roads like a network, food littered the wooden slabs. Chicken, beef, pork, geese. This was a treat for the town people, they never got any meat but the Monarch needed some kind of happiness in his Kingdom. As the clouds started to thin more children started to run around. A girl tripped on one of the wooden table legs. Bowls of fruit clattered to the cobblestone ground. Large plates of pig and chicken slid across the rough wooden table. As the shards of wood flung into her skin, slashing her open, her knee dragged on the jagged tiles; blood spraying over the rocks. As the street got painted a deep crimson the girl burst into tears. Her eyes were raw as she violently rubbed the tears. Loud wails could be heard that suddenly got silenced… to be followed by a scream. The girl stared at her hand, a black Egpytian eye slowly infected her hand. "What is that?" She wailed. Her vains slowly discoloured to dark black. Her skin shriveled. Thunder cracked in the clouds, wind howled. The atmosphere shattered, the air went stale. The same words whistled in the air. "Satan's spell, child from hell. Death's curse, wield the power." Screeching and wailing echoed. The girl screamed as a shadow black dagger shot into her neck. A man behind her; the father, was pinning to the stone wall of a house. The knife piecred his lungs and voice box. They suffocated him till every last drop of life had been drained. Jews of ruby red blood splattered the tables and houses deep red. The Mayor rushed over the bleeding girl, whilst the man's wife charge her way to her dead husband. The girl's head flopped and easily moved. Her eyes were wide with shock, her black pupils slowly retracting from a massive pop. Shadow entrails licked off her slim frame and into the sky. The followed to top of the spire. The mayor's gaze followed them. He looked just in time to see the hooded man leap off it; wrapped in a shield of darkness. A case of pain, fear, negativity and death. The last drops of life, feelings, pain, fear… anything that the girl had.