Frozen/ Midnight Nightmares

*As the traffic light turns red tires can be heard breaking*

Lisa looks over to her father Isaac "Thanks for picking me up from soccer practice daddy." Though she still looked exhausted from practice she gave him a wide grin that showed she was truly happy. Before Isaac could reply the car was struck from behind by a truck, the driver inebriated. Causing the car to flyout into heavy oncoming traffic.

Everything happened to fast, the truck still pushing the car hit his breaks to late. Both vehicles somehow missed the few cars that passed before the driver's side of the truck gets bulldozed into by a semi unable to break in time, killing the drunk driver. Catching the rear end of the car dragging it along, a blue SUV smashes into the drivers side of Isaac's car killing him instantly on impact, the blue SUV dislodges Isaac's car sending it tumbling further up the road landing upside down. More car breaks can be heard skirting to a stop in the distance, more vehicles can be seen pushing each other into the pileup heading for their flipped car. Tears roll up Lisa's face as she looks at her fathers father's lifeless body, her consciousness fades to black....

****sirens can be heard in the distance*

*beep*

*beep*

*beep****.....

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*The Witching Hour*

Sparks from the stone wheel added more light to the small shed as the flames from the lone candle dance around casting the man's silhouette against the cluttered walled with rusted and worn tools, with obvious with miscare and neglect. hunched over as he focused on the work in front of him until the blade was sharp enough for a clean shave. Slowly the grinding of metal to stone stopped echoing through the quiet night, all was hushed and still throughout the farm.

Examining the blade convinced that it would make a clean cut he walked out into the cooling summer night air, looking up at the moon shining and some twinkling stars peeking through the thick clouds alight with lightening of a pending storm. He slowly walked words the house no longer with the stride of a loving husband and a gentle father, but with sadness in every step remembering all the good memories he and his wife built together over the years. The painful memories of his wife's life draining from her eyes as she gasping her last goodbyes as she bled out from from the sword wound to her neck, grasping the sword sticking from her chest. Inflected by the ones they once called friends and neighbors. Reaching the door realizing that there is no turning back from here.

Making his way through the kitchen past the stone oven, with dying embers giving heat and a soft glow to the kitchen, past the homemade table and chairs, worn in places showing years use, to the basement with heavy thuds echoing below, soft muffled sobs can be heard beyond the door. Taking a deep breath before opening and descending the stairs where the sobs get louder with each step, into the dark and damp basement he went further until a figure can barely be made out lying on the floor, where the sobs originate.

*A candlelight flickers to life.* Casting a dim wavering light across the small room, a desk filled with stacks of books comes into view, some are stacked neatly while others lay strewn across the desktop and floor. Shining light on the figure on the floor a young girl no older the twelve or thirteen years, in a dirtied and torn light green dress, her arms, and legs bound with leather straps her mouth gagged and covered. Unending tears of sadness and betrayal looking at her father, no looking at a stranger no longer the man she once knew, no longer her family...

A deep voice can be heard echoing off the walls.

"Húselwer þes purlambes ond forċeorfen sé wolcen, aliesan sum edsceafte clīwene dihte ríce!"

(Take this lamb and divide the skys, let a new world order reign)

*thud*As the knife comes down, the candlelight briefly burns brighter lighting the room revealing a bearded man in a dark grey wool cloak wiping his trembling hands on his clothes already covered in the blood of his only child, looking down at the young girl at his feet, the newly sharpened blade sheathed deep in her chest, her eyes wide in fear and pain. The candle extinguishes as her last breath gurgles through. He stands over her lifeless body a moment longer before relighting the candle. He closes her eyes and wipes the tears, dirt, and blood from her face with the back of his cloak before wrapping her up in it.

"Ure blót bócriht no beinnan leāsspellung fréodohtor"

(Your sacrifice will not be in vain daughter)

"Ic bió besárgest mín magutimber...."

(I'm sorry my child...)

Pushing her body into the shallow well pit before him, watching as she disappeared as though she never existed. With her sacrifice, the earth began to shake and tremble throughout the world.

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