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The haunted valley #FiveSentenceFiction

The night of the full moon clad itself with a grey, smoky cover, throwing a muted and dispersed glow over the dark valley that was once inhabited by happy villagers until the fateful evening when a to-be-bride, jilted by her lover, jumped off the cliff to a violent death casting a permanent gloom over the village.

Ever since it was claimed that the girl, clad in her bridal outfit, disheveled hair left open and empty eyes, was seen standing at the edge of the same cliff on every full moon night, inhibiting travelers and natives alike from passing by the route, even as rumours of mysterious deaths in the valley gripped everyone with fear.

Not to be tied down by such superstitions, and with a lustful eye on the petite belle he could claim as his trophy, the village bully took up the bold challenge to drive down alone via the infamous route on a full-moon night at the behest of his inebriated ruffian cronies.

The stillness of the night, the accentuated sound of the steady roar of the two-wheeler, the swishing of the tree-branches as though in a hypnotic dance to an imaginary haunting tune, all added to the dark atmosphere and then all of a sudden there was a loud, screeching sound made by the abrupt halt of the rubber tires at the sight of a white apparition.

At this juncture, the recessed lights zoomed in gradually, and the 70 mm screen flashed the perfectly timed ‘intermission’, stirring the audience from the somber mood, yet keeping them guessing about the concluding part of the movie.

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Five sentence fiction written in response to the prompt: Darkness at LillieMcferrinWrites.


Lillie McFerrin Writes

Comments

  1. That was an end I wasn't expecting at all! :D

    You might want to look at the third sentence again "bully took the up the bold challenge" has an extra article.

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    1. Thanks for pointing it out, Pawan..it somehow missed me! :-)

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  2. Voila that was one surprising end :). Nicely done.

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  3. That was chilling and I was waiting to see what would happen next and then you drop the bomb! Simply brilliant, Uma! :)

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    1. Glad to see the trick worked, Aathira :-)

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  4. So you decided to keep us guessing? So not fair!!!

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    1. hehe..Keirthana, sometimes guessing is better than the actual one, no?

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  5. Whoa that was spooky! Loved the twist in the end :)

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    1. I'm glad you liked it, Vinodini :-)

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  6. Wonderful twist there at the end! Nicely penned.

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