Elias John
Raven Hollow was a quiet town at night. Quiet… but not dead. This silence was like something was holding its breath, something was waiting. The moon hangs over the forest like a white scar; The wind was blowing like a whisper through the branches. Clara John woke up with a start in the darkness of her room. His heart was beating fast — he didn't know why. It was as if he heard a voice; maybe a howl, maybe just the sound of the wind. But something inside him told him this was no ordinary night. He touched the pillow next to him with his hand. It was cold. Elias wasn't there. He lifted his head and looked around the room. The dim moonlight was filtering in through the window, drawing flickering patterns on the carpet on the floor. The ticking of the wall clock interrupted the silence. Clara sat down slowly, pushing the blanket aside. He noticed that Elias's jacket had been taken off the hanger. "Again..." he whispered to himself. This wasn't the first time. In recent weeks, Elias had been going out every full moon night and not returning until the morning.
About Elias John
Raven Hollow was a quiet town at night. Quiet… but not dead. This silence was like something was holding its breath, something was waiting. The moon hangs over the forest like a white scar; The wind was blowing like a whisper through the branches. Clara John woke up with a start in the darkness of her room. His heart was beating fast — he didn'...Read more