Diction & Syntax: Ominous/Horrific – Danger

The crunch of the leaves make me wince every time I put my foot down. With a great drop to the right, a steep incline to the left, and a narrow path in front, I place my steps carefully to ensure my safety. I imagine bright red dots glowing eerily through the black-green mesh of foliage. Even though my brain knows they’re fake, I quicken my pace to a dangerous speed. Faster, faster, FASTER! Without knowing, I break into a sprint while imaginary beasts roar behind me.

Slip…

The leaves slide below me. I hit my head on the damp ground and go tumbling down the hill. Rolling and rolling and rolling. Down and down and down. Finally, I splash into the creek that seemed so far below. Soaked , nauseous and disoriented, I stumbled up and waded to the bank. Seeing the long hike above me, I yell out for help. After a while, a stranger peeks over and yells back that he would get someone, rushing off until nothing could be heard but his fleeting, crunching footsteps.

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The Phantom’s Lair

No light. ( save for the sparse candles rising from the water) No sound. And absolutely no life. Yet, amongst the mist, you could see a figure sitting an old piano. One thing was for certain: this was a creepy abandoned lair.

But the piano, oh, the piano, was the most disturbing item in the cave. Something about its ebony and ivory keys chilled me to the very core. It was as if there was a story behind the origin of those keys. The mahogany structure was cracked and dusty. As I approached the lonesome piano, the figure became more and more prominent. Once I had gotten close enough to touch the decaying piano, the aura around it seemed to spring to life as the figure with a mask started pounding on the piano, producing a tune that seemed to put me in a trance. The surroundings looked as if it were swaying like a pendulum while the figure at the now beautiful instrument looked as if it were alive as well! He went form transparent to a tactile “human being”. My vision began to blur as the Music of the Night invaded my ears and danced in my skull, tickling my brain. In a matter of seconds, I blacked out, but I didn’t go unconscious. Instead, I stayed in a state of bliss, listening to the Music of the Night lull me.

When I awoke again, I was lying on the floor of my room in front of my mirror, with little memory of the lair I was in moments before. But in the back of my head I could remember the song I was listening to. The Music of the Night.