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A Handmade Goretober 2018

Chapter 2: Apparition

Summary:

Rating: minor T

Spookiness rating: I dunno, like a two or three? Just a starter to this series, at least.

Fandom: Video Blogging RPF (Jacksrpticeye community)

Not part of a specific AU

Notes:

So these will typicall be fairly short, as the plan is to write most of them the day of or the day before. I'm going to attempt to get a short Drabble out for each, though since I now work I don't have the luxury of time like I did before.

I also got my glasses last month, by the way :D.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

    It wasn't being stuck on the side of the road that bothered Jack, not really.

    It was the fact that he couldn't recall how he got there.

    He didn't drive. Never found the time to get a license.

   Signe couldn't have brought him out here - she was visiting her aunt - and she certainly wouldn't just leave him here.

    He didn't recall visiting his friends, or taking the bus, or-

     The air felt thicker, colder, and Jack looked up in confusion, realizing that the mist had turned to light rain.

    The single light post, ending some three and a half metres above the ground, developed into a fuzzy ball by the rain. The road and surrounding forests became more obscured.

    And Jack woke from his dazed state of mind, cold and soaked.

     "The eff?" He choked out. "What the hell am I doing here?!"

     He looked up and down the street but there were no headlights; no grumble of an engine or swashing sound of water splashed up under tyres.

     He kept his gaze out onto the street, sure he would see something soon. Anything, really.

    (He didn't know why he didn't just start walking; the road surely lead to a town. 

    He was beginning to tremble, and he was sure he was turning blue from the cold. He couldn't tell you how much time passed. How long he had been standing. His legs ached from the strain and he leaned against the lone light post wearily.

    And yet, he still didn't leave.)

    Jack did finally see something, though.

    An apparition appeared through the distant haze, white, drifting. It was humanoid in shape.

    But like an elusive wisp it disappeared in a flicker as soon as Jack opened his mouth to call out.

    He lowered the arm he had raised, sighing. "Prob'ly seeing things, Seánny boy. You're cold and soaked. Stands to reason you're imagining shite now."

    A face was in front of his as soon as his eyes flickered up, eyes an echo of his own, though it's face was slit into ribbons and unrecognizable. It opened its maw to speak, but Jack was windmilling, falling back, back.

    The face was seared in his memory as he fell, and kept falling, through the ground and into darkness.

 

 

 

 

 

and then he woke up.

Notes:

Yes I'm going to try to use British spelling and American spelling depending who's POV. I'll make an effort to convert feet to meters and Farafafenheit to Cellulose as best and consistently as I can.

* 3.6 Metres = roughly twelve feet