#MidWeekFlash – Watchers

#MidWeekFlash – Watchers

Prompt: #MidWeekFlash

The first thing I notice when I cross the threshold is that I’m being watched. Not because I can see what’s watching me, but because I feel a tingle at the base of my neck, a shiver that spreads down my spine and dials my senses up to a thousand.

A rush of wind blows my hair in my face, and as I struggle to clear it, to get an idea of where I might be, I turn in place. Like that other portal I walked through, this one has vanished. I’m a little unnerved by that, though I hadn’t actually expected it would stick around.

I almost like the idea of having no where to go but forward.

The scene around me comes into focus. It’s the middle of a forest clearing. I can’t see much past the trees, and as I focus my eyes in an attempt to find my bearings – maybe I’ll see the ruins in the distance, or the island with the house – I catch glimpses of movement. They shift among the trees, hiding behind one before shimmering past and picking another.


Another shimmer, this one materializing directly in front of me. The being hovers only just long enough to take in its size and general shape – it’s a bit taller than me, and vaguely humanoid.

And then it screams. A wail so agonized, so pained, I nearly drop the book in surprise and pain of my own. I jump back just as the rest of them take up a chorus of cries. The rest of them rush toward me, and the need to run kicks in, the fear I haven’t felt this entire ordeal finally catching up with me.

I haven’t written anything in what feels like forever, so this was a dusting of cobwebs, sort of. I’m hoping to get back into regularly responding to prompts next week.

Be sure to check out the rest of the responses at the prompt.

As always, think happy thoughts!

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