Short story: "Wilston"

Listening to: "All of Your Love" - Hellogoodbye

This is a small story that I wrote for school a couple months ago. I had to think of something fast, so a "extremely blah + simple" story came to mind. I can't say I love it, but it's okay. Just found it laying around in my computer folders and decided to share it... (Btw, I made the ending a cliffhanger on purpose, since I wanted to finish it quickly...) There may be grammar errors.

There was once a small village in the country side called "Wilston". Rumors say that it was filled with weird folk, and at night it was completely deserted. All the while you heard strange noises. People said it was haunted.

Any traveler with a his marbles still intact wouldn't dare ask anybody where all the people at night went. Why? Simply because they were right scardy cats who were afraid of the dark.

That is what John Bakes thought, anyway. He was a traveler himself, but a daring one. He loved to travel to the wildest places. And Wilston seemed to be the talk of town, so now it was #1 on his list. He packed his things and set out one dawn morning, only a few things in hand.

Several days passed. He stayed at a couple inns, and after a week, he was there. The shabby sign in front of him read "Welcome" in crooked letters. It was almost coming off of its handle. Bakes shrugged and walked past the sign into the town. It was around lunch time, so he scouted for the closest diner.

The sight of a traveler must had shocked the locals, because they could not stop staring. The all looked at him closely, taking everything in.. his clothes, his proud way of walking, all the way to his face, to his brown hair, his blue eyes-- any detail did not pass them.

When he entered the diner, all the hussle and bustle of the people inside quieted down immediately. He ignored it, while aproaching the bar he grabbed a chair and sat down and made his order. All the while, people stared.

Bakes rented a room in the only inn available. The woman at the desk was , to say the least, surprised, for a costumer hadn't come in ages. He was the only costumer staying.

Poor Bakes for the first time on his travels could not go to sleep. He layed in his bed and started at the ceiling, as he listened to the shutters creak in the howling wind. After a while he gave up and decided to do a little exploring. After all, that is what he came here for. To discover if the rumors were true after all.

He walked outside of the inn, and he was surprised at what he saw. The town was still awake at this hour. So it was not how the rumors had said.

Bakes strolled through the street, peeking through the various shops and bars. The lights were all on, and plenty of people were inside the buildings. For the first time they all ignored him, as if he didn't exist. He frowned and decided to turn back. But upon turning, he felt a strong gust of wind. The lights, as if candles alight, seemed to have been blown off. And imediateley, it was pitch black.

All the man could do was squint in the darkness as he breathed hard, trying not to panic. This part wasn't in the rumors. It was deathly quiet and Bakes could not hear any footsteps.

"Is anybody there?!" He seemed to be shouting to the air. He regretted speaking afterwards. Bakes could feel warm breath on his neck. The next second, something hit his head hard, and he was out.

After what seemed like hours, Bakes woke up with pain in his head. A headache from hell, no doubt. He blinked in what seemed like darkness at first, but after a while his vision started getting clearer. Once he could see completely, he found himself in the woods. It was dawn already. He found a blanket on top of him. He thought for a moment, trying to remember what had happened before.

Bakes frantically got up as he remembed. Nobody was around. Should he run? As he took a step foward, a voice behind him stopped him in his tracks. The voice had a chuckle to it..

"Well now, I see you're awake. Welcome John Bakes, you have been chosen."