Creative Writing: Of Mice And Men

The wind howled through the woods. The trees violently swayed, threatening to topple with ever shudder. The rain tore through the night, drenching everything in it's path. The dark grey sky crackled with energy, illuminating the whole forest for a fraction of a second. An almighty BOOM sounded throughout the forest, and all surrounding areas. A single spear of lightening darted down to the forest floor gone before a second glance. The sky rumbled; a dark ominous sound.

Amidst the horror, stood two black shapeless figures. They blended into the night with dark clothing. The two glanced at a pile of dirt piled together as if to bury something, something so very deep and dark, something that should never be discovered. Something that had enough
Lennie looked down to Curley's hand. The once broken hand which was missing had soon been replaced with a new stitched one after George's death. He patted the, ever so familiar but at the same time strange, hand.

Upon the sudden contact Curley pulled his hand back. “I thought you said we couldn't touch. You said that you weren't allowed to touch my hand and I wasn't allowed to touch you with it,” Curley cried- the fear in his voice could even be heard by the dead.

“Nothing will happen,” Lennie stated. The two of them looked around at their surrounding just to make sure. However the pair both missed the figure that held out a bloody arm, with a missing hand, by yet again a mere fraction.

Lennie stood from where he was sitting beside the crooked tree and held Curley's hand and pulled him up. What could've happened was many things however this was definitely not expected. They didn't see George. They didn't see him after Lennie patted the ground. They didn't see him after the lightening struck. They didn't see him after the contact of Lennie and George's hand. Nevertheless they did see him enter his body. They saw him dressed in the same clothes as the once from when he was killed. He still had that bloody shirt which still had all the marks from the battle scene. This time it was George: only he could see. He could see George enter
“You can't be back! I killed you. I shot you! You turned your back and I shot you George! I killed you and buried your DEAD body here! How are you back?!” He shouted as he attempted to run away from the scene.

“You buried me in the wrong place. You were so clouded by fear and guilt that you didn't think! What you thought was an act of kindness, an attempt to redeem yourself was foolishness.” Smirked George as he leaned closer towards Lennie.

“You buried me here. In the . Did you not think I was strongest in this place? Every story you heard about the hollows being haunted; the ever vengeful spirit and the never ending storm, you ignored! You dismissed them all and acted indifferent hoping they weren't true. But you knew. Lennie you knew. That's how I came back to you- I used your fear. I killed people Lennie. The look of fear in their eyes! I fed off it. I fed off it the same why I'm feeding off yours.” Stated George matter of factly. “I'm back now. Not in my own body,” he groaned whilst patting Curley's body feeling the light dent of the Vaseline, which he puts onto his hand, in his pocket, “but it'll have to do.”

“I'm back Lennie! The tables will turn. You will be the victim like I had once planned. This time there will be no witnesses as this is my territory! Now answer me! Did you miss