Excerpt: The Weave

The dark campus was really eerie at night, alone. The few lit torches along the way lent to creepy shadows, that seemed to move and watch you. Why would a school even have torches anyway. What ever happened to normal lighting. Kat knew they had electricity here. There were televisions after all. Kat chose to go around the main hall by the sports hall instead of the other way. She could see a few students walking around in their neat and tidy uniforms. They were few and far between though, few enough to make Kat think the shadows might just come out and swallow her whole. And that is just what they did.
The shadow moved towards Kat, she ran but didn’t run fast enough. The darkness swept over her body until it was completely hidden. Her chest yanked forward like her heart was trying to yank free from her body. The air whipped around her so fierce and cold, and her hair blew back and around. She felt like her body was on fire. The cold nipped at her like a thousand tiny ice shards trying to rip her apart. The night went gray, like a blanket of dirty snow falling over her. The gray began to drain away and dissolve. The world was taking on the brightness of day. Though she could see it was still clearly night.
“Little weaver, you are learning fast.” the ghostly woman said. She beckoned Kat closer, and reached out her hand. Behind her swirled the world hidden in gray. Everything was gray there. Even the trees and the sky, all just different shades of gray. “Come here little weaver. Let us walk together.”
“No.” Kat said. “What do you want from me? Why won’t you just leave me alone?” Kat looked around her. The academy was still there. She could still see the main hall, almost reach out and touch it. It looked as though it were under water. It waved and rippled. “What’s going on?”
“You have weaved, little weaver. Goodness did your grandmother teach you nothing?” the woman said tipping her head to the side. Her face was creeping Kat out, it too seemed to wave and ripple. Kat swore she saw red in the woman’s eyes for a second. A scary look was written all over the woman’s face. She was angry. Kat could tell, and she didn’t want to know what this spirit was capable of when she was angry.
She couldn‘t tell herself to shut up “My grandmother died when I was four. I don’t even remember her. What do you mean teach me nothing.” Kat was trembling, her skin felt as though it would freeze right off her body. That or she would freeze right where she stood, covered in ice like a statue forever.
“Did I scare you little weaver? I do not mean to scare. You can not hold the weave off forever. It will consume you, as it did your great, great grandma.”