Silent Snow

 

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Other Worlds

    Kids have always been more aware of the paranormal than adults, they see the supernatural in a different way. I'm fully grown, I've seen the hardships of the world and faced the ugly and unimaginable, being able to see the other world didn't go away with age. I used to call my gift magic, but now that I'm older the paranormal isn't so beautiful, my gift has become a curse.

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Signs of Red

   As soon as I woke up this morning I rushed to my bookcase and pulled out a notebook, frantically opening drawers until I was able to find a pen, I barely had time to breath, like I was possessed. I began to draw my hands not able to move fast enough a symbol began to form there was fire and wings, and I could swear that their were two eyes boring out of the page, staring at me.

    I was terrified and I dropped the notebook immediately. As I walked away it was as if the image floated away from my mind, I didn't even remember that I'd done it. I got ready for my nannying job and headed out my front door with a cup of coffee.

    When I arrived I got the two children - Grayson and Lila - that I worked for breakfast and then helped them get ready, the roads were icy and I wanted plenty of time to get to their school safely. It started to snow on our way and we came to a stoplight, the young girl then pulled out a piece of paper showed it to me and asked what I thought it meant, I was speechless. That morning came back to me and I wanted to scream, it was the exact same picture I drew. Grayson then told me that he'd drawn the same picture, he then showed us. I was terrified, the supernatural inkling, the connection the the other world that I possessed, it wasn't my power alone. something wasn't right. I heard the car behind me honk and I looked up, the light was green, but that wasn't what was bothering me. As I looked outside, every person I laid eyes on was coated in layers of red, blood red.

    That wasn't right, snow is white, it doesn't turn red. That's when it clicked, the snow was making the people bleed, I noticed that each time a flake fell it opened another wound. It was razor-like as it fell form the sky.

    Humankind always knew that snow was tricky, it could freeze someone to death or fall in such torrential waves that you couldn't see, but you could always avoid it hurting you. But on that day snow wasn't dangerous because of it's freezing bite it was dangerous because of the particles found in it. The drawings were a warning, but nobody listened to them. The snow became dangerous, because there was something inside it, something that wanted to hurt life on earth.

 

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