The Lure of A Witch's Presence
Skin brighter than white;
Hair darker than night,
Teeth yellow as rotten flesh;
The Mysterious Lady comes.
She neither leaves a trace nor a shadow that one can see,
But when she comes by she always looks at me,
Her eyes; like flowers with frostbite
they are
So haunted, not sparkling, no trace left of glee.
A lady she was, with no name
But my cold heart asks, am I to blame?
I tried not to fall back from fear and asked;
What dream came to you that you came?
I know so many last words
But I will never know hers,
There's a cold smile on her lips;
And my body shivers.
She appears, sometimes, on rainy days to save the lands going ill;
Born of the night; the evil darkness,
Then she fades into the shadowed hills
Where the memory alone prevails.
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Skin brighter than white;
Hair darker than night,
Teeth yellow as rotten flesh;
The Mysterious Lady comes.
She neither leaves a trace nor a shadow that one can see,
But when she comes by she always looks at me,
Her eyes; like flowers with frostbite
they are
So haunted, not sparkling, no trace left of glee.
A lady she was, with no name
But my cold heart asks, am I to blame?
I tried not to fall back from fear and asked;
What dream came to you that you came?
I know so many last words
But I will never know hers,
There's a cold smile on her lips;
And my body shivers.
She appears, sometimes, on rainy days to save the lands going ill;
Born of the night; the evil darkness,
Then she fades into the shadowed hills
Where the memory alone prevails.
#poetry #horror #minal #review
Title: Time to Meet My Maker, I Guess!
I try to sleep, but there is a creaky voice. As the cool breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of the ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. I get up from the bed and carefully move to the switchboard. I try to switch on the light but the power is down. The creepy darkness and the air's chillness, makes me break out in goosebumps. I find my phone on the bed, beside the pillow. I want to switch on the flashlight, but my phone is dead! All the time, I am on the verge of a heart attack expecting a monster to come attack, to decorate the hallways with my blood and have me for a snack. I don't know if the blood belongs to my flatmates or the neighbor's dog that likes to doze in my apartment on a few chosen dates.
I'm sure, what the reason is, for all this, because we were stupid and very remiss. We tried out a ritual earlier in the night from an arcane book of witchcraft and doom that my friend rescued from some footpath vendor, I assume. We were just bored from the forced restrictions of the lockdown and the close down of the party scene in the whole town. We thought that the book was harmless, just the work of some twisted loon, but his writings in the book seemed timeless. We gathered in the hallway and held hands together and chanted the spell that the book quoted. With a twitch of the curtain, I am brought back to the present, where I am forced to choose between walking in the blood or to giving up hopes of living and just wait where I stood. Because if what I suspect is right, and what the book stated was all true, then I may not live past this night. The ritualistic ceremony we conducted last night is supposed to be the harbinger of doom, the bringer of Armageddon by bringing the Satan's minion, the demon Armanistenocepheles and his army of lesser demons and hell hounds, under his dominion, to the living plane and leave them to feast on men's flesh while ripping the soul to take back to their ruler in hell. I hear the scream of pain that seems inhuman and no human throat can sustain. The sound is definitely coming from the other bedroom where my flatmates share the room. Do I try to slip away from the other end of the hallway, or try to go save my friends even if I have to risk becoming prey. As the sounds abruptly end in a final huffing puff, I decide to run and save my skin because the others are already done in. I quickly but silently run into the hallway, and to the door that can save me from death right away. I make it to the door and open it. When I enter the corridor and turn to the steps, I face the biggest dog I've ever seen, it might as well be Cerebrus. I make a twist and run up the stairway, feeling pursuit from the hell hound that I hope to keep at bay. I stumble on the cracked stair on the third floor, take a stumble and fall on the dog, I feel the burn when I tough the dog's skin. I feel the dog straighten and go right for my jugular. When the razor sharp teeth pierce through my neck, I awaken, screaming my head off, loud enough to raise the Kraken that is my neighbor as well as my flat's owner. I feel embarrassed, and make a vow, to never again watch a horror movie at midnight before sleep, that too with my friends in tow! I feel happy that I am alive. Is that a good response, do you think or am I just a fool who should practice nonchalance?
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I try to sleep, but there is a creaky voice. As the cool breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of the ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. I get up from the bed and carefully move to the switchboard. I try to switch on the light but the power is down. The creepy darkness and the air's chillness, makes me break out in goosebumps. I find my phone on the bed, beside the pillow. I want to switch on the flashlight, but my phone is dead! All the time, I am on the verge of a heart attack expecting a monster to come attack, to decorate the hallways with my blood and have me for a snack. I don't know if the blood belongs to my flatmates or the neighbor's dog that likes to doze in my apartment on a few chosen dates.
I'm sure, what the reason is, for all this, because we were stupid and very remiss. We tried out a ritual earlier in the night from an arcane book of witchcraft and doom that my friend rescued from some footpath vendor, I assume. We were just bored from the forced restrictions of the lockdown and the close down of the party scene in the whole town. We thought that the book was harmless, just the work of some twisted loon, but his writings in the book seemed timeless. We gathered in the hallway and held hands together and chanted the spell that the book quoted. With a twitch of the curtain, I am brought back to the present, where I am forced to choose between walking in the blood or to giving up hopes of living and just wait where I stood. Because if what I suspect is right, and what the book stated was all true, then I may not live past this night. The ritualistic ceremony we conducted last night is supposed to be the harbinger of doom, the bringer of Armageddon by bringing the Satan's minion, the demon Armanistenocepheles and his army of lesser demons and hell hounds, under his dominion, to the living plane and leave them to feast on men's flesh while ripping the soul to take back to their ruler in hell. I hear the scream of pain that seems inhuman and no human throat can sustain. The sound is definitely coming from the other bedroom where my flatmates share the room. Do I try to slip away from the other end of the hallway, or try to go save my friends even if I have to risk becoming prey. As the sounds abruptly end in a final huffing puff, I decide to run and save my skin because the others are already done in. I quickly but silently run into the hallway, and to the door that can save me from death right away. I make it to the door and open it. When I enter the corridor and turn to the steps, I face the biggest dog I've ever seen, it might as well be Cerebrus. I make a twist and run up the stairway, feeling pursuit from the hell hound that I hope to keep at bay. I stumble on the cracked stair on the third floor, take a stumble and fall on the dog, I feel the burn when I tough the dog's skin. I feel the dog straighten and go right for my jugular. When the razor sharp teeth pierce through my neck, I awaken, screaming my head off, loud enough to raise the Kraken that is my neighbor as well as my flat's owner. I feel embarrassed, and make a vow, to never again watch a horror movie at midnight before sleep, that too with my friends in tow! I feel happy that I am alive. Is that a good response, do you think or am I just a fool who should practice nonchalance?
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Title: Haunted night in the Hostel!
I try to sleep but there is a creaky voice. As the cold breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of the ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. I don't know what it is but I just scared a little bit. I switched on the lights to find my roommate but he was not there by which I scared a little more.
Now I hear that sound again but this time it's sound like different and that's A whisper.At first it's very faint, but then it gradually gets closer. And then a whisper is whispering in my ear.At first it might whisper things in a language I can't understand. And then it whispers,"your dead". I start to feel uneasy.What does it mean. I glance at my clock and it's about 12:30. And i sleep again. And at 2:30 I got up again and I heard the whispers in the same language again. Getting closer this time. Again it whispers the same thing,"your dead". At the same time I suddenly can't breathe, I frantically fight for my life. Before my last breath I whisper,"I'm dead". And then I realise it's not the whisper but it's the dream.
And than I got up again but this time it's 12:30 again and then realised i just woke up by a bad dream in my mind. I just wanted to lit the lighter to burn the cigarette but the flame of the lighter doesn't want to ignite, I don't know, what it is but I keep try to lit the cigarette but it seems impossible for me to do that task so I throw away that shit far. Than a creaky sound I hear one more time and I just got up to look the source of that sound. As this is the holiday time so I am also alone in the hostel and now my mind is stick on the ghost stories those I heard many times from the seniors. when I am recalling all these thoughts I heard a "knock knock" on the door. And that is enough to shiver me out than now once again "knock knock" and than I gather all my guts to open the gate but as I opened the gate I see the hostel dog "snoopy" who was smashing her head on the door and I looked her gloomy eye . She just bark this time and I got the chills in my blood now. Than i just placate the snoopy down.
Now we both heard that creaky sound again but thank god it's not coming from the basement which is famous by the name haunted basement. When I saw on the gate of hostel I opened my eyes pretty much immediately, and there was a blur of light, leaning over me, very close but it was not distinguishable as a person — it more resembled a person sized version of a colourful nebula I might see a picture of in a science magazine. For all the clarity of that distinct feeling, I had no sense of what it wanted, whether it was malevolent or just curious.I flipped right the fuck out -jumped backwards to the other side of snoopy now, too terrifies to scream , and that blur of light receded and disappeared over the course of about 3 seconds.My dog is now going absolutely ape.
But I heard a familiar voice now and it's coming from the gate of hostel and when I checked it again that colourful nebula was none other than my hostel warden and than finally I took breath but now I just hear his scold.
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I try to sleep but there is a creaky voice. As the cold breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of the ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. I don't know what it is but I just scared a little bit. I switched on the lights to find my roommate but he was not there by which I scared a little more.
Now I hear that sound again but this time it's sound like different and that's A whisper.At first it's very faint, but then it gradually gets closer. And then a whisper is whispering in my ear.At first it might whisper things in a language I can't understand. And then it whispers,"your dead". I start to feel uneasy.What does it mean. I glance at my clock and it's about 12:30. And i sleep again. And at 2:30 I got up again and I heard the whispers in the same language again. Getting closer this time. Again it whispers the same thing,"your dead". At the same time I suddenly can't breathe, I frantically fight for my life. Before my last breath I whisper,"I'm dead". And then I realise it's not the whisper but it's the dream.
And than I got up again but this time it's 12:30 again and then realised i just woke up by a bad dream in my mind. I just wanted to lit the lighter to burn the cigarette but the flame of the lighter doesn't want to ignite, I don't know, what it is but I keep try to lit the cigarette but it seems impossible for me to do that task so I throw away that shit far. Than a creaky sound I hear one more time and I just got up to look the source of that sound. As this is the holiday time so I am also alone in the hostel and now my mind is stick on the ghost stories those I heard many times from the seniors. when I am recalling all these thoughts I heard a "knock knock" on the door. And that is enough to shiver me out than now once again "knock knock" and than I gather all my guts to open the gate but as I opened the gate I see the hostel dog "snoopy" who was smashing her head on the door and I looked her gloomy eye . She just bark this time and I got the chills in my blood now. Than i just placate the snoopy down.
Now we both heard that creaky sound again but thank god it's not coming from the basement which is famous by the name haunted basement. When I saw on the gate of hostel I opened my eyes pretty much immediately, and there was a blur of light, leaning over me, very close but it was not distinguishable as a person — it more resembled a person sized version of a colourful nebula I might see a picture of in a science magazine. For all the clarity of that distinct feeling, I had no sense of what it wanted, whether it was malevolent or just curious.I flipped right the fuck out -jumped backwards to the other side of snoopy now, too terrifies to scream , and that blur of light receded and disappeared over the course of about 3 seconds.My dog is now going absolutely ape.
But I heard a familiar voice now and it's coming from the gate of hostel and when I checked it again that colourful nebula was none other than my hostel warden and than finally I took breath but now I just hear his scold.
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#review #thoughts #horror
" the last poetry"
Crawling on the path
I, see u ,falling apart
Eyes are shut in fear
Ground is flood with tears
No long can u talk
Hope,all left to walk
Am i the wrong here
Getting high on your fear
Oh, hide and seek this old game
You are trying, what a shame
Dont let me catch you my love
No one can touch me i wear gloves
My hands are very smelly
You know some of these smell
Where are you, where can i find
wont you tell
Wont you tell
Anyway i can hear you.
END
The last talk between a serial killer and it's victim
Well, there are many sick people around us we cant deny that , we just need to keep an eye out and stay safe .
" the last poetry"
Crawling on the path
I, see u ,falling apart
Eyes are shut in fear
Ground is flood with tears
No long can u talk
Hope,all left to walk
Am i the wrong here
Getting high on your fear
Oh, hide and seek this old game
You are trying, what a shame
Dont let me catch you my love
No one can touch me i wear gloves
My hands are very smelly
You know some of these smell
Where are you, where can i find
wont you tell
Wont you tell
Anyway i can hear you.
END
The last talk between a serial killer and it's victim
Well, there are many sick people around us we cant deny that , we just need to keep an eye out and stay safe .
#review
#microtale
#horror
I never saw Martin looking outside the window, but he wasn't focussing too. So when I asked him at the end of his first new school day, how he liked it...he smiled little.
" It was interesting..I guess.."
" So, " my face lit up cause most children are scared and shy to open up. Martin eased himself on the chair as if he has been walking round this place long ago. I saw he has a natural easiness, I cannot describe it...it was something which still I find very queer.
" ...which class was interesting? "
" No one. "
" You found no class interesting? The painting class? How was it? "
Martin nodded his head. He was looking behind me actually, but I don't know what is there to look behind me at the dull wall.
" So, what you found so interesting, Martin? "
Martin didn't feel to answer, but guessed he should talk bit with the principal. And so he did.
" The students who just dissapeared. That was interesting. "
" Disappeared? Who people Martin? "
Martin looked straight at me and chuckled. " Those people in class who disappeared. I wish I could've done so too. "
I wasn't so sure what the hell he was talking about. As I know, no kids leave the class just like that. Never did that happen.
" Martin you okay son? "
Martin suddenly asked me but didn't reply. " Why they disappear? They also don't like studying? "
I got off from my chair and went to him. The boy has a faded golden tinge on his hair colour, and his eyes are deep blue. He is a very quiet child, and sometimes he likes to play his mouthorgan when he is quiet. But no child ever told me these odd things in their first day in school.
" Who have disappeared Martin? Tell me now. "
Martin got bit scared. He looked at my face silently, and saw I wasn't going to beat him. So he started to say.
" Four people like me, but wearing red dress instead of us. They were sitting but weren't opening any book. I thought they are new ones like me too. But they all suddenly disappeared. I saw them. "
I tried to understand why will a child suddenly make up a story. " And that didn't scare you? You can tell me, because I will tell no one. Not even your dad or mum. "
Martin didn't even bothered to listen. He seemed to enjoy what was going on.
" You see people disappearing sometimes? Martin? "
He got up from the chair and went to the window. It was evening, the sunlight has made his hairs a little golden crown.
" He won't hurt you. You are good. "
" Who? " I for a time felt, that he wasn't acting or joking. Everything is happening really, and it's that we all but him are blind to these.
" The man who disappeared just now. " Martin looked at me, his eyes half shadowed.
" Where you saw him now? "
" Behind you. " Martin turned his head again. I didn't dare to look behind my back. It's getting to Christmas, and half of the school is empty now. I never saw a kid again with a strong imagination. I turned around. Slowly. To face the wall.
Nothing.
But a bit fresh mud on the floor, right behind me, as if someone has been standing there.
" Where is that man now Martin? "
Martin smiled at me. He didn't answer, just smiled and glanced off. Then he pointed out his finger to the window, outside.
A tall dark man stood there, half covered in blood. He then fell off the river.
Sometimes we see what we shouldn't see. Isn't it, Martin?
#microtale
#horror
I never saw Martin looking outside the window, but he wasn't focussing too. So when I asked him at the end of his first new school day, how he liked it...he smiled little.
" It was interesting..I guess.."
" So, " my face lit up cause most children are scared and shy to open up. Martin eased himself on the chair as if he has been walking round this place long ago. I saw he has a natural easiness, I cannot describe it...it was something which still I find very queer.
" ...which class was interesting? "
" No one. "
" You found no class interesting? The painting class? How was it? "
Martin nodded his head. He was looking behind me actually, but I don't know what is there to look behind me at the dull wall.
" So, what you found so interesting, Martin? "
Martin didn't feel to answer, but guessed he should talk bit with the principal. And so he did.
" The students who just dissapeared. That was interesting. "
" Disappeared? Who people Martin? "
Martin looked straight at me and chuckled. " Those people in class who disappeared. I wish I could've done so too. "
I wasn't so sure what the hell he was talking about. As I know, no kids leave the class just like that. Never did that happen.
" Martin you okay son? "
Martin suddenly asked me but didn't reply. " Why they disappear? They also don't like studying? "
I got off from my chair and went to him. The boy has a faded golden tinge on his hair colour, and his eyes are deep blue. He is a very quiet child, and sometimes he likes to play his mouthorgan when he is quiet. But no child ever told me these odd things in their first day in school.
" Who have disappeared Martin? Tell me now. "
Martin got bit scared. He looked at my face silently, and saw I wasn't going to beat him. So he started to say.
" Four people like me, but wearing red dress instead of us. They were sitting but weren't opening any book. I thought they are new ones like me too. But they all suddenly disappeared. I saw them. "
I tried to understand why will a child suddenly make up a story. " And that didn't scare you? You can tell me, because I will tell no one. Not even your dad or mum. "
Martin didn't even bothered to listen. He seemed to enjoy what was going on.
" You see people disappearing sometimes? Martin? "
He got up from the chair and went to the window. It was evening, the sunlight has made his hairs a little golden crown.
" He won't hurt you. You are good. "
" Who? " I for a time felt, that he wasn't acting or joking. Everything is happening really, and it's that we all but him are blind to these.
" The man who disappeared just now. " Martin looked at me, his eyes half shadowed.
" Where you saw him now? "
" Behind you. " Martin turned his head again. I didn't dare to look behind my back. It's getting to Christmas, and half of the school is empty now. I never saw a kid again with a strong imagination. I turned around. Slowly. To face the wall.
Nothing.
But a bit fresh mud on the floor, right behind me, as if someone has been standing there.
" Where is that man now Martin? "
Martin smiled at me. He didn't answer, just smiled and glanced off. Then he pointed out his finger to the window, outside.
A tall dark man stood there, half covered in blood. He then fell off the river.
Sometimes we see what we shouldn't see. Isn't it, Martin?
" A LITTLE HELP, PLEASE"
One day i woke up in the morning, i yawned as i looked in the mirror i could see myself, i could !, i jumped out of my bed and leaped towards the mirror, i made faces infront of the mirror, same, it's the same face, it's been so long since i last saw my face. I could'nt believe myself i feel like i could cry at anytime but no i controlled myself and went downstairs shouting mom, dad, mom, dad i could barely control myself. But there was no one, i called them again and again but no reply came, i went outside the whole streets were empty, only cars and empty houses. I came back home and went to my room, i looked in the mirror there i was laughing at myself, then i knew it was another one of it's prank. DAY-54 i am still stuck in the mirror world
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#Einstestine
One day i woke up in the morning, i yawned as i looked in the mirror i could see myself, i could !, i jumped out of my bed and leaped towards the mirror, i made faces infront of the mirror, same, it's the same face, it's been so long since i last saw my face. I could'nt believe myself i feel like i could cry at anytime but no i controlled myself and went downstairs shouting mom, dad, mom, dad i could barely control myself. But there was no one, i called them again and again but no reply came, i went outside the whole streets were empty, only cars and empty houses. I came back home and went to my room, i looked in the mirror there i was laughing at myself, then i knew it was another one of it's prank. DAY-54 i am still stuck in the mirror world
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#Einstestine
"A LITTLE HELP, PLEASE"
Part-2
DAY- 72
I am free, atlast i made it, mom! mom! where are you? what happened dear why you look so.... before she could complete, i hugged her and drifted away in the ocean of tears
Day-2
Where am i? why? Why this happened to me? He lied to me. He lied. I cried in the agony of the betrayal as i pulled my hair in pain. The warm tears had woven a swamp around my face.
Day- 4
There is no sound, people or any shadow, nor i could see myself in the mirror. Am i even alive?
Day-15
I am tired, I mostly spend my time in the bed while staring at the mirror, maybe i would find a way back home, apparently i do'nt feel any hunger, it feels like i have been eating well, but i taste nothing.
5 days before the tragedy
Alright, now open your eyes a little more wide - said Dr Whell a psychiatrist
Hmmmm, a little sleep deprived are we - said Dr whell while turning away from me as he scribbled something in his diary
Is she alright Dr ? - asked my mom, anxiously
Well i wont say she is'nt, but still, it wont bite to be extra careful - said Dr Whell as he passed a prescription of medicines to my mom
I have written some sleeping pills and vitamins, not any serious drug, we will wait for a few days and if she keeps having the same nightmares we can try some therapy. - said Dr whell
We left in the car for the home, i just turned 15 a week ago and by the same day I have been having this terrible nightmare over and over that someone is pulling me by my leg and dragging me towards the hell. As if i am barely hanging on the edge of two worlds and i could feel the heat coming from the hell as it burns my skin, the smell of the burning skin and my screams seemed so real. and everytime i woke abruptly, terrified, i always found myself near the mirror in my room, each day closer and closer. What does it mean?
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#Einstestine
Part-2
DAY- 72
I am free, atlast i made it, mom! mom! where are you? what happened dear why you look so.... before she could complete, i hugged her and drifted away in the ocean of tears
Day-2
Where am i? why? Why this happened to me? He lied to me. He lied. I cried in the agony of the betrayal as i pulled my hair in pain. The warm tears had woven a swamp around my face.
Day- 4
There is no sound, people or any shadow, nor i could see myself in the mirror. Am i even alive?
Day-15
I am tired, I mostly spend my time in the bed while staring at the mirror, maybe i would find a way back home, apparently i do'nt feel any hunger, it feels like i have been eating well, but i taste nothing.
5 days before the tragedy
Alright, now open your eyes a little more wide - said Dr Whell a psychiatrist
Hmmmm, a little sleep deprived are we - said Dr whell while turning away from me as he scribbled something in his diary
Is she alright Dr ? - asked my mom, anxiously
Well i wont say she is'nt, but still, it wont bite to be extra careful - said Dr Whell as he passed a prescription of medicines to my mom
I have written some sleeping pills and vitamins, not any serious drug, we will wait for a few days and if she keeps having the same nightmares we can try some therapy. - said Dr whell
We left in the car for the home, i just turned 15 a week ago and by the same day I have been having this terrible nightmare over and over that someone is pulling me by my leg and dragging me towards the hell. As if i am barely hanging on the edge of two worlds and i could feel the heat coming from the hell as it burns my skin, the smell of the burning skin and my screams seemed so real. and everytime i woke abruptly, terrified, i always found myself near the mirror in my room, each day closer and closer. What does it mean?
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#Einstestine
#horror #fiction #prompt #review #InfiniteBliss
"Check the restraints."
"Don't worry, he ain't going nowhere."
"Shut your damn mouth and check them."
As John heard the disgruntled mumbling of the man who was taking the orders, he realised that the voices weren't in his dreams after all. But why did it feel so distant and dreamy? He couldn't really think through, what with his head feeling foggy and all. His eyes just wouldn't open either as he tried to get a glimpse of the man, who was apparently tightening the straps on John's wrists.
"It hurts....." John mumbled indistinctly.
The man snorted derisively as he patted John's left arm, "Don't you worry fella, there ain't gonna be no more pain where you're headed!"
John barely heard the man, but he could sense the ominous tone of the man's voice. He felt his heart beating fast and loud, getting faster and louder by the second. One by one, he felt his senses coming back to him, and all of them seemed to be telling his brains the same thing - to be frightened. He heard the man's feet shuffling, in between his shallow breaths to which he was oblivious to until now. The tightening around his ankles were much more pronounced than that around his wrists.
The deafeningly loud crack and the splattering of a thick liquid onto his face were almost simultaneous, as John's body involuntarily jumped in fright! But the man had done his job right, John wasn't going anywhere and all that his reflexes had managed to do was to make the restraints start tearing at his flesh. John still hadn't woken up properly, but his consciousness was awake enough to realise that the sound was a gunshot and that the slimy dead weight that fell on his feet was the man's head.
"Check the restraints."
"Don't worry, he ain't going nowhere."
"Shut your damn mouth and check them."
As John heard the disgruntled mumbling of the man who was taking the orders, he realised that the voices weren't in his dreams after all. But why did it feel so distant and dreamy? He couldn't really think through, what with his head feeling foggy and all. His eyes just wouldn't open either as he tried to get a glimpse of the man, who was apparently tightening the straps on John's wrists.
"It hurts....." John mumbled indistinctly.
The man snorted derisively as he patted John's left arm, "Don't you worry fella, there ain't gonna be no more pain where you're headed!"
John barely heard the man, but he could sense the ominous tone of the man's voice. He felt his heart beating fast and loud, getting faster and louder by the second. One by one, he felt his senses coming back to him, and all of them seemed to be telling his brains the same thing - to be frightened. He heard the man's feet shuffling, in between his shallow breaths to which he was oblivious to until now. The tightening around his ankles were much more pronounced than that around his wrists.
The deafeningly loud crack and the splattering of a thick liquid onto his face were almost simultaneous, as John's body involuntarily jumped in fright! But the man had done his job right, John wasn't going anywhere and all that his reflexes had managed to do was to make the restraints start tearing at his flesh. John still hadn't woken up properly, but his consciousness was awake enough to realise that the sound was a gunshot and that the slimy dead weight that fell on his feet was the man's head.
HORROR
It was a chilling night,
Though the moon was shining very bright.
I was in a village in Bihar,
Lying on the terrace and admiring the brightest star.
Then suddenly, I got some strong vibes,
That someone was staring me with his cruel eyes.
I was on my legs in a fraction of a second,
Searching for the person every corner and end.
But he was nowhere to be seen,
Again I lied on the terrace and soon went into a deep dream.
While I was sleeping,
I could make it out that somebody sitting beside me was weeping.
As soon as I opened my sleepy eyes,
I could no longer hear the cries.
This time I was pretty sure of his presence,
So I stood up with my angry face which was lacking in patience.
I walked to the centre and cried,
"If you dare to test my patience then come in front and try".
As soon as I finished saying this,
A man appeared in front ,crawling on his elbows and knees.
My angry eyes soon filled up with tears for mercy,
But he didn't care and kept on moving with eyes full of fiery.
My heartbeat was growing faster,
I became more depressed after hearing his wicked laughter.
I was so frightened that I fainted under the moon,
When I opened my eyes I was in my dad's room.
After asking a bunch of questions,
I got to know that my dad bought me down and indirectly saved me from the situation.
I have never said anyone about that dreadful night,
Due to which I am still afraid to go alone on terrace in bright daylight.
#adi #review #horror
It was a chilling night,
Though the moon was shining very bright.
I was in a village in Bihar,
Lying on the terrace and admiring the brightest star.
Then suddenly, I got some strong vibes,
That someone was staring me with his cruel eyes.
I was on my legs in a fraction of a second,
Searching for the person every corner and end.
But he was nowhere to be seen,
Again I lied on the terrace and soon went into a deep dream.
While I was sleeping,
I could make it out that somebody sitting beside me was weeping.
As soon as I opened my sleepy eyes,
I could no longer hear the cries.
This time I was pretty sure of his presence,
So I stood up with my angry face which was lacking in patience.
I walked to the centre and cried,
"If you dare to test my patience then come in front and try".
As soon as I finished saying this,
A man appeared in front ,crawling on his elbows and knees.
My angry eyes soon filled up with tears for mercy,
But he didn't care and kept on moving with eyes full of fiery.
My heartbeat was growing faster,
I became more depressed after hearing his wicked laughter.
I was so frightened that I fainted under the moon,
When I opened my eyes I was in my dad's room.
After asking a bunch of questions,
I got to know that my dad bought me down and indirectly saved me from the situation.
I have never said anyone about that dreadful night,
Due to which I am still afraid to go alone on terrace in bright daylight.
#adi #review #horror