Untitled Creepy Story

It was Thursday… a dark, menacing cloud hung over Louisville as he crept through the streets, taking alleys and deserted streets… or so it seemed. For the most part the town of 1,900 people appeared normal; kept up and lively. But tonight a strange mist had floated into the air and strange sensations that something was near had prompted late night shoppers and pedestrians to turn home quickly and quietly. By 10:30 the streets were suddenly deserted and lights were quickly flicking off, casting hovering shadows to grow darker and thicker. Whole families huddled in isolated rooms in their basements as an uncontrollable fear of the unseen took hold of them and made even the adults as frightened children. Everyone held their breaths as they felt a presence move closer… passing homes and swiftly turning corners. There was only one who dared to step beyond the safety of his home to face a presence that would have otherwise wiped out his dear children in a most horrifying manner. Earlier that evening he had known of the coming danger and had dutifully patrolled the busy main streets and strolled around homes with children playing outside, laughing and shouting… as he kept careful watch on all, his thoughts were far away; on the conflict exactly one week ago…

It was the Town Festival, an annual celebration honoring big events of the growing town Louisville and the new businesses that had boosted the population. Once a small, quiet, community, the town had grown to a city as one generation of active teens grew to excited adults; ready to change a boring community to a fun, bustling, social city. Their plans were not as big as what they accomplished in the next 35 years though, as they retired to find large and busy bars pop up all over town, and even a casino on the main street. As the seniors died off and young families moved in, the town lost it’s heritage and gained an unhealthy livelihood. It was the night of May 8th, a Thursday, that the 51st Annual Louisville Festival got out of hand.
Since the late 1940’s the Town Festival had always been the get-together, a place to meet new people, sell goods and celebrate the town’s heritage. There would be entertainment, dancing, pie eating contests, food booths and livestock auctions. But this year the youth were not interested in pies or livestock. They called for more entertaining things, and it wasn’t long until the overwhelmed parents lost control. The festival quickly moved from the local park to the streets and bars, where drunken teens danced and swayed to heavy metal music, tough men got what they wanted and riots were started. Authorities were slow and hesitant to get involved and frightened parents were all too willing to retreat to their homes and simply hope that morning would come quickly. Morning did come, but not quickly enough to prevent the numerous accidents that occurred. By the time authorities gained control one death and 26 injuries were reported, and the whole business district and bars were littered with broken beer bottles and garbage, and many run down homes had been looted and torn up. The incident shocked those in the town that were not involved, and for the next week it seemed that everyone was quite set back by it all… and they all realized just how out of hand it had gotten. School authorities closed the schools for the time being as many children were either physically or emotionally unable to attend. Everything had suddenly come to a standstill, and many people seemed to be waiting for something… or someone to take control.

To be continued...

- We were required to write something for pizza tonight so since I was feeling rather sober I decided to start a horror story. Hope it comes across as at least a little creepy to you! :0

Jennifer