In this universe there are things we can’t recognise or understand.
As humans we only understand what we can comprehend.
We dismiss those anomalies around us as not relevant.
What if we’re not alone on this hunk of rock?
What would happen if we coexisted along side other lifeforms but failed to understand them?
Ashborough is just an ordinary town in the north of England until the dark water arrives.
Great description and scene setting! The way you describe it all is very atmospheric and you can almost imagine the mizzle as you called it. I love the mysteriousness which seems to be underlying. Very intriguing, and the whole black thing in the second chapter is definitely quite spooky.
She pulled the plug out of the bath and reached for the towel on the heated rail next to her. Standing, she pulled the towel around her. Reaching for the phone, she scanned her messages. Nothing from Daniel. Biting her lip, she began to think she was right and Daniel was just ignoring her. Still standing in the bath, she looked down in horror. The water had turned black, looking like crude oil. She could feel it around her legs. Warm, yet chilling, she could feel it creeping up towards her knee. Panic struck her, she must get away from this bath. She tried to move but although her brain was sending the signals to her feet, they weren’t responding. Comically, she thought, Amie tried to pull her leg out of the water. The blackness was now covering her knees though, as she touched it it transferred to her fingers and began to creep up those. She dropped her phone in the bath in her attempts to shake it off, the blackness that now filled the bath sucking it down. Now she screamed, this time the scream came out loud. Her hands were now encased in the blackness and she lost control of them. Never before had she been so terrified, this blackness appeared to be eating her, consuming her very body. She was shaking. She could feel the blackness had engulfed her stomach and was now up to the elbows. The more she struggled the faster it seemed to cover. She kept screaming until the black coated her chest. She couldn’t breathe anymore, it felt as though her lungs were full of water. Weird feeling to be drowning in the air. She could do nothing but think as the blackness covered her neck. She knew this was the end. Thoughts ran through her head. What would happen to her, what would her mother say when she got in? Why hadn’t Daniel phoned her? Then it encased her entire head and her mind went blank. The black shape that was Amie stood still in the bath. Then slowly like a jelly, it collapsed into the bath. The dark water drained through the plug hole with a loud gurgle, which if anyone had observed, sounding like a burp. Then there was quiet, the scene like any bathroom, except maybe for a bigger scum mark around the top.
Brompton Sawdon is an aspiring writer who lives in the foothills of the Pennines in the UK. He has various works in progress at this moment of time and hopes to publish some of his stories in the near future.
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