Post by Destiny on Sept 18, 2010 1:46:44 GMT -8
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Saturday, June 18, 2011
5 a.m.
Thick fog hung low to the ground, making sight beyond a mere five feet ahead terribly difficult. Patches of clarity could be found, if one dared venture far enough into the treacherous mass of clouds. The sky above was hardly anymore welcoming. The sun barely shone from behind the tumultuous gray clouds that surrounded it, so there it sat, a faint white glow casting a murky yellowish-gray hue over the storm clouds encircling it.
In the midst of the fog could be spotted the very top floor of a seemingly small shack, but once one ventured close enough, its length spanned beyond view. The filthy white paint on the wood slats of the shutters and walls peeled, and chipped-off portions of it littered the rickety porch beneath. The windows they were meant to protect had holes in them, and the tattered, faded curtains behind them seemed to cling to them as though trying desperately to escape some unseen danger within. The wind howled as it swooped around the house, causing the door to swing back and forth making horrid screeching noises as the hinges threatened to give.
Clearly, this was not the place any sane person would want to enter. Then again, what normal, sane person would be out in this weather, much less this time of morning?
The surrounding village about a mile down the path from the infamous Shrieking Shack slept. Not a storefront glowed with light, not an "open" sign was displayed in the windows or on the doors. Were it not for a few hooded figures about to embark on a life-changing task, not a soul would be present.
Back down the path before the run-down fence several yards from the Shrieking Shack waited a lone hooded, masked figure with a lit wand in his hand. Any moment now, the recruits should arrive.