Submission (#6603) Approved

508 words

It was late, deep into the hours of the night… Soon the clock was to be upon the Witching Hour… From the shadows of the forest sprung a lantern's bright glow, that banishes a small portion of the darkness in a warm glowing bubble. Within its protection, two figures walk forwards through the darkness, one right after the other… A taller figure, Angel, charges ahead with her light in hand… behind her follows a shorter figure, Tabask, trying to keep pace whilst carrying various heavy equipment… “Angel, honey, what are we doing in the middle of this–” Tabask lets out a labored sigh “–insect-pest-fest again?” he says with a chest filled with growing irritation. Angel swings forward her light to see the way ahead better before swiftly crushing one of the carnivorous plants spreading out to the surrounding area. “Because I REFUSE to miss out on riding the high-rise of paranormal craze that's come from all this… whatever this is… If we catch anything even slightly believable, we can finally cash in some real engagement! This stupid satellite may just be that golden ticket.” Angel stops for a moment and pulls out a device, showing a map on its small screen. Angel looks ahead and says “Come on, Tabask.” coldly, without even turning to face him. Tabask sighs once more and silently follows, trying carefully not to break any of Angel's filming equipment. Angel and Tabask trek further towards their destination when, suddenly, Angel holds out an arm to stop Tabask and then shuts off her light. “We're finally at the clearing…?” Tabask asks between labored breathes. “Hm… yeah… but I want to find some sort of hill… That way we can get the best view of it while it’s lit up by the moon…” Angel slowly scans the perimeter “There! Give me the camera!” Angel snatches the camera from Tabask as he rolls his head in mild annoyance and readies the handheld microphone. Angel climbs upwards a small incline and positions herself atop of it, camera in hand, and Tabask awaiting her signal… before them stands the remnants of a satellite, glistening in the moonlight… Angel turns excitedly to Tabask “Are you ready?” she asks “Yes, as much as I just love the creepy wet woods… I am already ready to go home…” Tabask responds sarcastically before syncing himself with the equipment… When he turns his attention back to Angel, however, Tabask starts to take a step back away from her with a shocked expression… Angel looks at him confused as her video camera is gently lifted from its perch and into the air… Tabask simply points in utter disbelief and as Angel whips her head around and sees this she reaches quickly to yank her camera back down… but it speeds upwards out of her grasp and into the sky… Angel and Tabask both stare upwards in silent terror as a silhouette covering the stars floats onwards, past the line of trees surrounding them. Angel then screams enraged upwards at the sky. Tabask stares on silently…