Sarckle's Spooktacular: Monsters in the Park

Looking out your bedroom window overlooking the park, you watch as the sun dips below the horizon. The sun disappears leaving only the street lamps to illuminate the street below. You watch the young trick or treaters walking below. Now that the sun is gone, your friends should show up soon. A thunderous bang rolls across your neighborhood. Outside the window you can see a crack in the sky. You watch as the crack slowly spreads across the sky, causing more thunder. Suddenly a shockwave sweeps across your house knocking you away from the window. You stare out the broken window as the sky turns red before you pass out.

You’re standing behind a group of girls. Hey that’s you, and your friends. You remember this night, it was your 18th birthday party a week ago. Your friend, Sarah, is about to tell that weird story. “It happened in a little village, so the timing is a little fuzzy due to the lack of people able to actually write the story down, but they think it was nearly 1,300 years ago.”

“If they didn’t write down the story, then how do you know it?” you ask, well the past you.

“Shut up, Holly. It was an oral history, something like this and you’re going to tell everyone,” she quips back.

“You’d know all about oral,” Jen says, while miming sucking a dick. You and Jen fall over laughing.

“Anyway, 1,300 years ago,” Sarah continues trying to continue her tale, “the sky ripped open over a small European village. The sky bled, turning red.” That sounds familiar, you remember the sky being ripped asunder and the sky turning red. “A black tower rose from the ground and monsters poured out into the lands.”

“For the story to be scary, it needs to be real,” Jen complains.

“This is real, I saw the ruins of the tower on my Europe trip last summer. This village was all about this event in their history. They had a museum with really old paintings, with like goblins and orcs running over the nearby landscapes. There was even a skeleton of a cat person, you could see the tail bones and everything.”

“Strange how with all that evidence, we still haven’t heard about this catastrophic event before,” you joke from your bed, your blonde hair draping over the end of the bed.

“Yea, it is weird. But it’s skeptics like you that can’t even believe the truth is anything beyond normal. They even found similar ruins in Greece, and Egypt. With similar accounts of events from another 1,300 years between events,” she goes on.

“So what should we be expecting the sky to rip open?” Jen asks with sarcasm dripping from her words.

“Maybe, can’t hurt to be prepared,” Sarah sticks her tongue out at Jen. “In each telling of the event, the tower was destroyed by a young and beautiful girl who finds a magic ring that falls to her from the sky.”

“I can’t believe you bought into all of that magic and monsters story. They were just trying to sell you touristy stuff,” you tell your gullible friend.

You wake up, still dazed from the shockwave. You look out your window again, the sky is blood red and you can see a large black tower standing erect on the far side of the park. You see a flash of red at the top of the tower. You watch as the red ball grows, before you realize it’s actually getting closer. Something is flying straight towards your house.

You try to get out of the way as the flare whizzes through your broken window crashing into your bed. You approach the crash site, to see a silver ring resting on your bed. A large red stone set in a band of silver, intricate carvings running around the ring. It’s beautiful.

Sarah was right? Is this the magic ring? Does that mean you’re the “chosen one,” the young beautiful girl who is supposed to destroy the monster filled tower? You stare at the ring, should you put it on? Should you just leave it and try to ignore the situation?

This story lightly uses the game mode features. You can probably read the story without it activated, but there may be chapters where a paragraph is missing, since neither variable is available without game mode.