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 Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2021 1:23 pm
Quote: Prompt 1 (Mysterious Carolers): Caroling has been a tradition for years, so it’s not really unusual when you hear a soft chorus from outside. What is unusual is that it’s three in the morning, and the moment they start singing you feel a chill in the air. Maybe it’s a holiday song, maybe it’s not, but whatever it is it’s a song you know before--from this life? From another?--and something about this version makes you go cold. If you move to the window, you will find no carolers, but the song is loud enough that you know you should be able to see them. They sing one song, and then there is silence. An eerie chill lingers, and your dreams are haunted by strange voices. You’ll probably never be able to hear that song again without feeling a chill.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2021 1:26 pm
"..in the air, we're floating in the moonlit sky..."
Reddish eyes groggily blinked open and stared up at the ceiling confused.
"...sleeping as we..."
Because for a moment he thought that he had heard voices.
"...midnight blue..."
Reddish eyes that had been slowly drifting back shut, blinked back open, because it still sounded like he was hearing voices.
Briar fumbled, sleepily over to the small bedside table where he'd left his phone, only to mutter annoyed as his hand misjudged the distance and ended up smacking into the side and instead sending something tumbling down with a clatter - although at least he was more awake now, now matter how reluctantly.
Unfortunately awareness also came with with certainty - certainty that he really was hearing voices–
Singing voices to be precise.
"...go by like trees..."
And they seemed to be singing a rendition of the Snowman just outside of the window. A strangely creepy rendition of the Snowman.
Briar rubbed at his eyes, before reluctantly getting out of bed and padding over to go peek out of the window, because it felt like there was a whole choir group out there and whilst he had no idea of what the time was - it felt waaay too early for people to be outside and singing carols–
Because seriously it was still dark out.
"...forests and the streams..."
He reached the window and peered out, his reddish eyes blinking again but more in confusion this time round - because the street outside was empty–
Well at least of anything that was or could be mistaken for being person-sized at any rate.
Briar turned and started to pad away from the window, a part of him wondering if he had simply imagined it up anyway.
"Nobody down below believes..."
And the voices were still singing–
But once again there had been no one there when he had gone back to the window and looked out again–
Even though the singing was loud enough that Briar knew that there really should have been been someone out there - well okay make that multiple someones.
He had found his glasses at some point and finally checked his phone - and he'd been right about it being to early as the clock on his phone was clearly showing the time as stupid o'clock (aka coming up to ten past three in the morning).
"...frozen sky, we're drifting over icy..."
And whilst Briar was by now very much and very unhappily awake, it didn't seem like anyone else in the house had heard the singing.
He'd ended up in the kitchen - because he figured that he may as well go raid the cookie tin for the chocolate chip cookies that his Mum had backed yesterday given that he was awake and it didn't look like the singers were going to let him get back to sleep any time soon and then on the spur of the moment had decided to make hot chocolate too.
"We're walking in the air, we're dancing in the midnight sky, and everyone who sees us greets us as we fly"
And it was as Briar was sitting tucked up on the sofa with a good number of cookies from the tin and the aforementioned hot chocolate that the singers finally stopped singing.
Then there was a silence, one that seemed to linger almost uncomfortably–
And despite the warmth of the house and the hot chocolate in his hands it was followed by a chill, cold enough to raise all the hairs on his arms.
-- 587 words --
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