I saw a black Railgun beam today and it looked kinda awesome, hope you get what you want too.

Good luck to everyone. Here's my entry :blush: The Little Forest Last night's rain has given the morning a wonderful scent and a walk into the woods seems like the best idea yet. My brother, Steve, agrees and soon we're leaving the house. Of course, we don't forget to pick up Nessie from next door. She's excited as always and pulls at her leash. Nessie's a big fluffy Labrador, dumb as a barrel of boulders. Nessie's owner is shopping for candy, the trick-or-treaters will come soon with their hands out. The decorations are up in the street, in a few hours they'll brighten up the night. The path is behind Nessie's house and we can see a long way into the trees. We are going this way? This is the way? Is this the way? Nessie is in charge of navigation. We're in deep now and nothing looks familiar. Steve looks unworried and I'm not too fussed either. Almost at the same time we notice Nessie's missing. She can't be far, it was only a minute since we saw her jumping through the brush. There's a house up ahead, we must be lost 'cos I've never seen this place before. We're close enough to see inside. No dog in sight. No people we can see. The door's open. Inside, we go inside. That smell, it's like an old cellar smell. It's not unpleasant but it's making my nose itch. We're going upstairs? We're going up the stairs. Nessie could've trapped herself in a room. Steve is probably thinking about sleep, he's a cat person. All the doors are open. All but one. The end door is closed. I open it and step into the room. It's dark in here, darker than you'd expect. My eyes take time to adapt before I can make out the shapes. Nessie? No, not Nessie. Maybe some clothes? Yes, perhaps but one thing odd. They're moving. Oh no, no that's not... I'm not seeing... I'm moving to the door. It's stuck, how did it get stuck? Where's Steve? On the other side of the door. I bang, I shout, I glance over my shoulder. The clothes have a shape, almost human but deformed and shrunken. In it's hand I can see metal. The shape like an axe head. I shout for Steve, the figure is close now, a pressure like static is slowing my movements. My breathing is getting difficult. Is it speaking? It is breathing? There's almost no sound from the spectre, only a scraping, rasping hollow sound. It's like claws on rough timber. The door flies open and a hand reaches in to grab me. Temporarily blinded I step forward towards my brother, I see his face. He's as white as a sheet and eyes are wide open in terror. His lips move, I don't hear a sound but the shape is RUN. I can't look behind, we scramble and fall down the stairs and outside. In the dim sunlight we turn to view our pursuer but there's nothing. Nothing but a ruin, the house is now only a shell. Confused, bewildered, agitated. Then we see some movement, a glimpse of a tail. Nessie's back. She's got something in her mouth and I bend down to take a closer look. Something wooden and old, shaped like the handle of an axe. It's time to head back.