Today’s given word is motion.
The balloon drifted gently in motion through the still air, its red glow unnatural under the gray sky.
Johnny giggled as he dashed down the country lane, his yellow raincoat flapping behind him. Gravel crunched beneath his boots, the rhythm breaking the eerie silence of the empty road. He didn’t hear the whispering voices, but they heard him.
The balloon tugged at his tiny hand as though it had a will of its own.
“Wait,” Johnny whispered, stopping.
The balloon trembled, its reflection shifting to reveal hollow eyes and a mouth stretched wide.
Johnny screamed…
and then there was silence
What a great picture you found for this!
You're getting very good at frightening writing.