Halloween story!

I don't own Ice Age.

She was somewhere dark. It was pitch black, almost unnaturally so. It was wet, the air thick with moisture, making her silky fur coat feel just a little heavier, and her keen sense of smell could detect salt in the air. The soft soil floor was squishy and cool under her paw pads. "What… where am I?" she took a few steps forward but didn't seem to go anywhere; the darkness went on forever, the inky black abyss stretching above her and off in all directions, behind her and to her sides. She didn't remember coming here…

Then, then a voice called out from the gloom. "Hello Shira."it was low and echoy, whispery and dark. It seemed as if the shadows themselves had spoken; it came from nowhere, and yet it came from everywhere.

"What- who…?"

"Yes, hello Shira." Another voice added. It sounded no different then the first one, emotionless and hard, but she somehow could tell, it wasn't the same person. "Do you miss us?" the voice kept calm, though malice was visible there. "We miss you."

"Shira…"

"Shira…"

"Shira…" these voices were more whispery. Her name began to be chanted, over and over, the whispery tones acting as a backdrop as the first one said

"You think it's all over don't you?"

"Oh, you think you're home free do you?" Her oceanic eyes widened just the tiniest bit. That voice…she knew it from somewhere. It was foreign, yet somehow vaguely familiar. Who… "Think it doesn't matter anymore? You think you've gotten rid of us?"

"Well you haven't."

"I'm not scared of you." Her voice reflected her true feelings as she turned a full circle. "Whoever- whatever you are, show yourself!"

"No, I don't think so, not yet." Another taunted, and the chants increased in volume. "That would spoil our fun."

"Shira, Shira, Shira…"

"Cowards!" A pain began to hammer in her head, identical with the rhythm of her name. "No… no, stop! Leave me alone."

An invisible hand gripped her throat, and a dark menacing chuckle resonated in her ears. "Never."

"Who- who are you?!" she choked out, feeling herself grow dizzy and light headed as her air began to dissipate.

"Who are we?" the second voice, the one not choking her, quivered with rage. "Who are we? WHO ARE WE?!"

That was when Shira knew. The rage revealed the voice. A voice she'd tried to ignore for years, tried to forget. But- but it couldn't be! It just couldn't! They were… he was… she was… they had to be… "How about the people you murdered?!"

Sorry it's unbearably short, but this is only the prologue, to try this out. If you guys like it, I'll continue. I already have the next two chapters done. It kinda just depends on what people think.