Emma was looking down as she descended the stairs when she felt the hair on her arms stand up and the temperature seemed to drop. She was half way down the steps but she stopped with one foot dangling over the next step and looked up. There standing at the bottom was a man. Not the one she had seen the night before, but another. The clothes he wore were of the same period and very similar as the man she and Charlotte had seen last night; down to the coat. There were slight differences but the biggest was in the color of their garments. The man from last night had been dressed in dark clothing; this one was in lighter apparel in varying shades of gray. The man’s age was hard to pinpoint. He could have been anywhere from his mid-forties to his mid-fifties. His hair again was grey where the other man’s had been dark and it was on the long side.
The man last night had looked sad this one was obviously angry. The hate coming from his eyes was so intense that his eyes glowed like burning coals. If it hadn’t been for the extreme rage and hatred that burned from his eyes he might have been attractive. He stood with his feet apart and his hands clinched in fists jammed into his hips.
The coat was long hanging below the knees and it appeared as if there was a wind blowing about him that Emma couldn’t feel or hear. Actually Emma didn’t hear anything. It was as if she had been dropped into a void. The tail of his coat moved and flapped about him like the wings of an angry bird. At times it seemed to extend in Emma’s direction as if reaching for her. Emma got the feeling that if those cloth wings managed to get hold of her she would be dragged into a deep abyss that she would never crawl out of.
Emma knees buckled and she landed hard on one of the steps where she was able to maintain a sitting position. From this position she was now on eye level with those burning eyes. Emma tried to stand but the force coming from the figure in front of her kept her clued to the step.
It became hard for her to breath. Finally she was able to draw enough air into her lungs and when she did she screamed. Not like she did the other night. When she screamed this time it was pure terror. This seemed to only bring out more rage in the man in front of her and his eyes glowed even brighter. The figure continued to glare at her and the hatred seemed to swell more and more. Emma’s skin began to tingle from the charge in the air around her. She wanted to run but was unable to move. She felt mesmerized by those eyes.
The man was still at the foot of the steps but his coat seemed to grow longer and longer breaking into snake like tendrils that appeared to almost dance around the ghostly presence. The coat continued to expand until it had managed to reach out enough to brush Emma’s face causing a chill to penetrate down to her bones. At the same time it was as if she had been dowsed with boiling water and every skin cell on her body had been seared. Emma screamed again but this time it was in pain. Suddenly something manifested behind the man looking as if it were trying to pull him down through a black opening that had appeared in the floor at the foot of the steps. Emma could hear the voice of a woman loud and utterly commanding. It was only one word and that word was “Stop!” The other figure appeared to finally take control of the man and together they sank into the dark opening. There was the sound of popping and crackling and then nothing.
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