Earlier this week I introduced you to a brand new site created just for fans of YA indie fiction, The YA Storytellers Society. Twice each month members of the society will blog about a common topic. This week’s topic is Creepy & Lovin’ It. So, here’s a creepy excerpt from my book, To Light the Path.
Merrilyn sat staring into the fire, debating with herself silently over all the things the Dream Stealer had said to her. She couldn’t hope any longer that he would stay away, but at the same time, she didn’t want to hear his promises anymore. She knew he couldn’t keep them; they had to be lies. Still, she wondered about the man who could invade her thoughts so easily. Who was he, and what did he really want with her? She hoped tonight to find out.
She took her place by the fire Aiden had built and tried to force herself to sleep. Instead, sleep eluded her. She tossed and turned long after the others were snoring. Merrilyn wondered if maybe she had been foolish to think she would hear his voice again so soon. With a deep sigh, she gave up trying to sleep and watched the smoke curl up toward the stars.
The clouds were thick tonight and a chill filled the air. She was glad for her warm blankets and snuggled deeper into them. Justan’s arm fell off of her and he snored loudly before rolling over to face the opposite direction.
Merrilyn turned back to stare at the fire and nearly jumped in surprise. The smoke had changed. Instead of the thin wisp rising slowly away from the dying flames, it now billowed into a large cloud that puffed and grew as she watched.
The Dream Stealer’s voice called to her, and Merrilyn tried not to smile in relief.
“You were waiting for me?” he asked, a hint of laughter in his voice this time. “I am a little surprised, Merrilyn. It seems you can’t decide how you feel about me.”
Her mind had been drawing its own picture of him for weeks. Now she wondered if his face would match the beautiful voice she heard singing in her dreams.
The smoke billowed suddenly, and a man appeared stepping out of the haze. Though she could not at first see his face clearly, her first thought was that he was the most handsome man she had ever seen.
He smiled at that. He was dark, his hair a deep brown, almost black, and his eyes were the same. He wore a black cloak that covered most of him.
The smoke swirled around him, pooling at his feet and then rushing away along the ground. She looked around, surprised to find herself standing at the top of a mountain. She could see the land stretching out all around her in every direction. It was beautiful and she wondered about all the places she had never seen. She gazed at the expansive scene in wonder.
“It could be yours,” he said softly beside her.
She turned to look up at him, searching his face, eager to read his expression now that she could. But it told her nothing more. He watched her calmly, waiting for her reply.
“Who are you to give it to me?” she asked at last.
He laughed. “What a clever question. Haven’t you guessed?”
Merrilyn shook her head.
“Ah, well then. I have a question for you,” he said with a smile. “Why did you want to see me?”
He took her hand and raised it to his lips. Then, he turned it over, running his thumb across her wrist where her pulse throbbed a bit quicker. His smile widened as he pressed a kiss into the palm of her hand.
She watched him with a mixture of fear and fascination. He lifted an eyebrow as he watched the play of emotions on her face.
“Shall I answer that for you?” he asked, teasingly.
“I want to know what it is you want from me,” she said at last.
“I only want to give you all that you desire. Surely you cannot object to that.”
She appraised him warily, and his lips twisted into a smile.
“Ah, I forgot. You don’t trust me.”
He sighed dramatically.
“I suppose I will just have to convince you then,” he said. “Come with me and I will show you.”
Her eyes widened at this suggestion.
He waited, hand outstretched for her, his eyes locked on hers. At last, with a deep breath for courage, she took his hand and fog billowed at her feet. It grew into a great cloud, swirling around her until she could no longer see anything but the Dream Stealer smiling down at her.
Slowly, the fog faded. They appeared in a stone chamber that reminded her of the king’s great room back in Nomar. It held no furniture except an enormous throne made of solid stone. It was black and as her eyes travelled the room, Merrilyn noticed scorch marks along the walls and floor. Strange since the room no longer smelled of fire.
“This could be yours,” he said softly, pulling her further into the room. “Here, you could sit on a throne and rule the nations.”
He pointed to the far wall where several large windows looked out over a great valley. She stepped closer, staring out at the land below. From here it seemed as though she could see the entire world.
“All of this could be yours, if you will choose it.”
He stared down into her eyes and she felt her pulse quicken. “I will see to it that you have all that you want, all that you long for. I will make you the greatest woman who has ever lived. All will know your name and speak it with reverence.”
She glanced away from his intense gaze and looked again out the windows at the world below. It was dark now, as though a storm were growing and the clouds choked out all the moonlight, obscuring the earth below from her sight.
Merrilyn took a deep breath, suddenly fearful. Something deep within her warned of an unseen danger and she tried to understand it, to see it clearly, but it eluded her. She looked up at the man beside her and saw how he watched her with coolness, as though he understood the reason for her fear better than she.
Read more creepy tales by our society members HERE.