The house sat in the silhouette of the mountains, windows bordered and denizens hovering in the grey space between sleep and wakefulness. With every passing car they stirred a little, edging closer and closer to consciousness as the weeks flew by and autumn approached.
It was when the first leaves began to fall that the first few denizens woke up. They didn't rouse the others - they would come to in their own time. The plank nailed over the windows, both inside and out, were taken down overnight revealing countless blanketed bodies covered in dust.
Most of them were alive but, as always, several had passed during their sleep between the last hunt and the oncoming one. They would make good enough sustenance to stir up their hunger before they set out their traps along the road and nearby nature trails.
With any luck they might catch enough meat to feed themselves in the grey space and so not lose anyone else before the hunt after this. They hadn't managed to any time before but this time things were different, this time more years had passed.
This time they'd been asleep long enough to fade into myth.
It was when the first leaves began to fall that the first few denizens woke up. They didn't rouse the others - they would come to in their own time. The plank nailed over the windows, both inside and out, were taken down overnight revealing countless blanketed bodies covered in dust.
Most of them were alive but, as always, several had passed during their sleep between the last hunt and the oncoming one. They would make good enough sustenance to stir up their hunger before they set out their traps along the road and nearby nature trails.
With any luck they might catch enough meat to feed themselves in the grey space and so not lose anyone else before the hunt after this. They hadn't managed to any time before but this time things were different, this time more years had passed.
This time they'd been asleep long enough to fade into myth.
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