Trapped inside the Void Volume III Starter Story! Lennea was sitting on her bed the whole night. She wasn’t feeling well. It was like her mind was just confused. The thoughts she was having were nightmarish. Her stomach was hurting, and her head started too. She swallowed a pill, hoping it will get better, but somehow it got worse. It was like if someone had sliced her brain apart. Still feeling sick she laid on the bed and closed her eyes, thinking of anything than the pain. Her room wasn’t helping too. It was like all of a sudden, any kind of noise was hearable. Every shadow looked like a person. Every creak the opened window did, was enough to stress her out. With still closed eyes she felt like her stomach felt a little better. Making the opportunity she commanded herself to fall asleep, but it wasn’t that easy to make yourself to that. From some time now, every night her mind just would not stop thinking of one place. Something that looked like a forest. Lennea would find herself just staring from the window, at the street right in front of the house. Her parents wouldn’t let her go away, because her face always looked like it was pale, or sick-like. Right now, she was sick…sick of herself having to feel this kind of discomfort. When her head started feeling alright, it was time for her to fully extend the calmness which had entered her mind. Everything inside the head was black and foggy. No thoughts…just nothing. Then out of nowhere a picture comes flying from deep inside her brain. It’s a picture of a forest. That very same forest she sees, but doesn’t know. Maybe tonight was the night for her to understand what was so important for that forest to appear. Not thinking much her mind just blasted with super human speed, and now she was standing. She was wake. Her feet felt the touch of soil mixed with grass. It smelled fresh. The leaves on the bushes had small rain drops on them. It looked like it had rained. The bodies of the trees were wet and looked darker than normal. Everything felt so peaceful. But the question on her head wasn’t gone. Why was it important for her to come here? Was there something she had to find? A mystery? Making a step towards one tree Lennea felt something. It was like the whole atmosphere changed in a split second. The cold wind was moving through her. That feeling when someone is watching you, was on edge. The fear sensors were screaming. Something bad, evil, non-human, monstrous was here. She took another step towards the tree, and again. A cold breeze touched her arm. It nearly froze it. Her breath was coming from her mouth like smoke. The temperature was low. That made her think. If this was happening all in her dream, then maybe, just maybe she could do something. As she thought of that, a small heat like source came from somewhere and merged with her. The coldness was gone in an instant. And now, able to breathe and move with no concern of the cold she made another step and touched the tree. And that’s when it happened. That dreadful feel went inside her like the air she was breathing. Something wasn’t right. And she was really, really correct. Something wasn’t right. In fact, …everything from now on was bad. When her palm touched the tree she heard a voice. -Come… It felt like a whisper. Something like a…well, a voice. Lennea turned around, but there was no one there. Was her mind just playing tricks…of course it was. If it wasn’t, then why was she even here. But then again… -I…help… This time it was clearer and somehow distorted. Like, it doesn’t match up. -Who’s there? – asked Lennea again looking at all directions. Nothing. Everything was quiet and looked normal, but there was something happening. Then she figured out, that the voice was calling her to move. Then…maybe…was she able to do it? Her fear was strong…but the curiosity was stronger. She started walking. Passed the tree and entered a path, surrounded by more trees thicker than the ones she firstly saw. Some of the bushes were making scratches on her feet, but weren’t that harmful for her to acknowledge them. The voice once again said “Come…”. She picked up the right way and continued walking. It seemed like the forest was really big and had many secrets, one of which was about to be unrevealed. Taking a turn to the left, Lennea stop right in front of something which looked like a circle. Making a few steps she was inside of it. Ahead of the path led to some dark trees. Darker than the ones from before. No leaves on them, even some logs were laying on the ground. The forest from that point on was probably dead. She was about to turn around, when she spotted something. Its eyes were red, bright enough to see in the darkness. It looked big, because with every step towards the girl the ground was shaking. With every breath it was making, a large smoke came from its mouth, which wasn’t visible. Lennea was frozen in fear. Her legs weren’t moving, and her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. The blood inside her was barely moving, making her face paler and paler. The thing finally emerged from the dark shadowy part of the forest, and with the small light she could somehow see it. That made her even more terrified. It was standing on two human feet and that was the only normal thing. Its torso was covered in brown fur and its head resembled a dog’s head. His antlers were knocking dead branches out of trees. The legs were bent in a way, which wasn’t really normal. On top of all those things, the creature was gigantic. Almost 15 feet tall. When it was finally standing right in front of the girl, it opened its mouth. A growl like voice said something which sounded like: “I…wont…harm…” Was it even speaking? How was that possible? How was this dream even a dream? Actually, if this was happening, and the only thing Lennea was feeling was fear, then it would be more appropriate to call this a nightmare. Her body was finally able to move, but was she brave enough to do so. Was her mind strong enough to resist the forcing fear. The winds were playing with her hair, and the grass was slowly caressing her bare feet. -Why are you here? – was the only thing Lennea said. The monster didn’t answer but just pointed at her. She was responsible for his arrival. But why? Was there something she had done, for him to appear out of nowhere? Probably. Her mind brought her here. So there was an explanation for this scenario. Maybe there was something she did in the last couple of days. Her parents were annoying her, with their stupid questions. Yes, she was looking like a zombie, but she was okay. There wasn’t any need to lock her in her room and not let her go to school. Was her temper the villain in this? All those questions were slowly corrupting her, into a person with no right thought. All those things were distracting her from the main reason she was here in the first place. And that was because of that monster, which was carefully looking at her with his red eyes, that looked like bright lanterns. It was inspecting her. But she wasn’t gonna fall for it. Her mind was clear, and the only thing in it was a voice screaming at her to start running. But she wanted to know first. -Why…me? – said Lennea and stuttered at the end. The monster didn’t say anything at first but then responded with its distorted voice. -Because…you…hurt… That wasn’t really a good answer. That wasn’t really helping her find the purpose. Another question appeared in her head. -What are you gonna do to me? – this time with every note of calmness said Lennea. -Kill- growled the beast. Now that was enough to bring all the fear back inside her. And enough to decide quickly. She was gonna get the hell out of there. With a quick turn she launched herself and started sprinting towards the lighter part of the forest. If that beast was aiming to kill her, she wasn’t gonna give in so easily. First she was gonna try to escape…but that thought kind of faded. When she looked behind her, she could clearly see how the monster was chasing after her, running on four feet. It was gaining on her. With all the power in her legs, she forced herself to run faster and faster and faster. Then a bush appeared in her running path. She went right through it and when she stepped on ground again, she nearly fell out of a cliff, she was on the edge of it. Her eyes widened as she saw the countless trees. Everything was stunning. Then she remembered the monster chasing her. Lennea turned around and saw it slowly breathing. It was standing probably 2 feet to her. She didn’t have the voice to scream or even do anything. She was certain that the beast was gonna eat her. Eat her alive, with no one to hear her voice. But the beast looked at her and suddenly extended his long arm. It firstly touched her head and then the stomach. A lightness suddenly hit her hard. All that tense pain she was feeling from earlier was numb here, but now it fully disappeared. -You…hurt…no…-growled the beast. And it was right. She wasn’t no longer hurt. Her mind was peaceful. And…her body wasn’t detecting any pain. Then his hands, which were covered in fur pushed her of the edge. Lennea was falling…but…was she really? It was like those times, when you think you are gonna fall, but then end up waking up all stressed. Right when she was about to hit the bottom, her eyes opened. She woke up. The sweat she felt on her back was nothing. Her head wasn’t hurting anymore; neither did the stomach. Her body had healed. Was that monster responsible for that miracle? Maybe it was…maybe not…but Lennea was happy. That forest looked familiar. It felt like there was a huge time span since she lastly visited it. But…all the memories kind of faded. Now her face wasn’t pale, and she didn’t feel sick. It was exactly 5 am. Going to the bathroom she filled herself a glass of water and quickly drank it. It was cold, but that didn’t bother her. She managed to escape the void. That was the only thing worth thinking about, in a night…that started as a nightmare. The Never Stopping Ride The driver of the taxi was calmly smoking his cigarette, when from a far distance he noticed a granny waving at him. She wanted a ride. The man quickly threw the cigar and started the engine. When the car stopped by the old lady, she didn’t open the door to get inside. -What’s the matter ma’am? – asked the driver. She pointed at the door. Maybe the granny wanted him to get up and open it for her. Well, that was his job, right? Disobeying the passengers wouldn’t give him the payment at the end. Without further ado, he gets up, and circles the car. Then opens the door and lets the granny in. With a really hoarse voice she says “Thank you”. Now that everything is done, he gets back in the driver’s seat and turns the volume on the radio up. The lady doesn’t like it, so he lowers it back down. -W-well…where to ma’am? -Just drive…- says the lady, still with a hoarse voice. The driver nods and accelerates the car. From this point on, they pass many things in the city…basically they just leave it. Making a few looks at her, the driver continues driving to…well…somewhere. It isn’t long enough when they pass a small village. The city the originally started from is miles away now. The lady tells him to stop by a house. He does it. Then again the thing with the door. He gets up, opens it, she leaves the car, and enters the house. Maybe she is going to get some money. Now that he looks closely at her, he can see a small veil on her face. It’s kind of transparent…but it’s kind of dark too. Her clothes are all in black, and she wars this stupid looking hat, also black, with some blackish looking butterflies on top. That’s her thing though. The driver can’t judge. She returns back, but this time she is wearing a black scarf, which completely covers up her mouth. It’s kind of strange…but…the only thing important for the driver right now…well, the cash. Again the procedure with the door. The lady is bringing some sort of a hand bag. Maybe the cash is in there? -Take me to the nearest graveyard- says the lady out of nowhere. -O-okay ma’am. And then the car again starts and they start riding. The village where she lives is small, so they don’t get really troubled finding the graveyard. The driver again stops the car, and goes to open the door for her. The granny leaves and enters the graveyard, while carefully stepping between the rocky sides of the graves. All of the graves had this rocky frame, which surrounds the soil. A large tombstone. And a wooden crest, which is stuck in the soil. The granny goes in the graveyard…really deeply in it…where no one can see what she is doing. She is clearly looking for something… Grave 4562…date of death-25.02.87. No…that won’t do. Then a new one…grave 4569…date of death-28.02.13. This one could…but it needs to be fresh. And so she searches for a certain grave until she finds it. It looks freshly made. The soil is still piled up really highly. That was a sign. Grave 4836…date of death-08.03,17. There it is. This one is perfect. The corpse was buried here just yesterday…She opens up the hand bag and gets a small shovel from inside of it. Then with energetic movements she starts digging a hole. It takes some time, until she reaches the coffin under the soil. Maybe 30- 50 minutes has passed already. The driver doesn’t care to go outside and see if everything is alright. He only cares about the huge bill she is getting right now. The more she took her time, the more he was going to be paid. The lady opened the small half of the coffin. The exposed body of an old gentleman was laying there in peace... It was pale…but he had some more left inside of him. The lady leans towards him more and more until she reaches his neck. Then, with a swift move, she bites and…and…starts drinking it. The blood that’s left from the dead man. It starts flowing out swiftly, and she barely even sucks it. Its touching her tongue. The metallic taste is making her fill dizzy. She loves it. Then…all of a sudden…it stops. The blood left from the man is drained from his body. She licks her lips and covers her face with the scarf. That was a good meal. But she wants more. More blood…fresher…blood which is still pulsating in the human’s veins and arteries. When she comes back to the car, the man is already waiting for her outside. He opens her the door, but as she is entering she slips, and for a split second her scarf moves away, revealing her bloody lips and mouth. She lightning fast covers it back, and enters the car, leaving the man a bit stunned. “Was that…blood? No…its…lipstick…yea that’s the reason”. He still has some question he wants to ask her…but doesn’t. He gets inside the car and starts it. -Now…where ma’am? -Drive…just drive. The man kind of gets annoyed, but starts the car. His curiosity is getting the better of him, so he just asks her. -…Why is your face covered in that scarf ma’am? No reply. -Did you hear me? She looks at him, from the mirror which is above him, and sees how he is staring at her. -Do you really want to know? – she says with a voice, which is somehow cleaner and more energetic. But the driver doesn’t seem to notice it. -Well…if it’s okay ma’am? She nods. -Pull of here, please. With the most excited movement he stops the car, near a bus stop. Nobody is around this place, so it’s okay. Then he turns to look at her. -I need you to close your eyes, will you? -Of course ma’am. The driver does what she tells him. Then she takes of the hat, leaving her blackish hair to hand freely. Then the veil…and finally the scarf. Her face looks…younger. It…healed? She isn’t…she isn’t old anymore. Her skin is so smooth. No wrinkles. No dark circles under the eyes. Then she turns to the driver. -You can open them up. He does it. But is shocked. He looks at a younger woman. He doesn’t know how to react…but he doesn’t even get a chance to. The second he opens them, she launches herself at him, and strikes her massive teeth in his neck. The blood is coming like water from a sink. There isn’t any defense. He just gives himself to her. Eventually, his blood goes dry. He is dead. And the now young lady, is satisfied. Tonight’s prays were good. She doesn’t need him anymore, so she leaves the car and continues back to the village. The taxi is left there…in the middle of nowhere. With the driver’s body…just lifelessly laying inside. And with the cash register…making the biggest bill he has ever done…in this never-stopping ride…which is still going on. Psycho Shock Me, dad and mom were planning on going on a vacation. Dad even took a week off work and mom managed to collect a lot of money, from the money jar, or piggy bank. All of us were excited to go somewhere and enjoy are week off. It was going to be a refreshing thing in our boring everyday live. Dad washed the car to the perfect, and mom started making the luggage. I was the only one with nothing to do, so I was helping dad with the cleaning of the car. -So dad, where are we going? – I asked excited. He didn’t respond at first, but I saw that he was smiling. -It’s a surprise chief. You have to wait to find out! – said dad and continued splashing water at the front window. I was washing the armor. Mom came out of nowhere and brought us some sandwiches. That was very well received. -Mom, do you know where we are going? – I asked again, hoping she gives me some kind of information. -Oh, I don’t really know, you should ask your father- said mom, and went back in the house. I looked at dad and he started laughing. I don’t know, but I too did. -Well then…I guess the car won’t get cleaner than this, so I suggest you go and tell your mother what you want to bring for the trip. -What are you gonna do? -I’m gonna go and fill up the gas tank, so we don’t get stuck somewhere. -Alright…see you later. -Mhm. He got in the car and went to do that. I got back in the house and entered my room, on the second floor, and started packing my bag. -Toys…check…t-shirts…check…um…I think im missing something…MOM! She came running. -What is it?! -Where are my video games? – I asked worriedly. -OH…don’t worry…you won’t need those after we go. Just pack clothes and toys… I didn’t say anything, so she left the room. How was I gonna survive a whole week without playing something? Oh well, I guess the trip wouldn’t be that fun if I bring them too, since most of the time I would be playing instead of exploring the area we were gonna go to. I was ready with packing, and I saw that dad had come back. We were leaving tomorrow, so I probably had to go and take a shower. Yea…I should go and do that. I took of the clothes and went straight to the bathroom. The next day. In the morning everything was upside down. I don’t know, why they didn’t just put the bags in the car in the night before we take off, but I guess… that was kind of annoying to do…in the morning at least you get to properly wake up with some exercise. There were at least 5 bags, filled with stuff. Oh well, maybe they were bringing all the kitchen stuff with us. After 1 hour and 27 minutes of packing, we were ready to take off. I looked at the house for one last time and waved goodbye…not knowing that was the last time I was seeing this place. After we left the city, we got on a highway and drove on it for a couple of hours, until dad turned left, and entered another way, which I wasn’t sure where it went, because there weren’t any signs. I think he knew the way, so being worried about it wasn’t gonna happen. Right now, we were driving in a road, in both ways surrounded by trees. There was a forest nearby, and it was fun to watch the trees move so fast. Every time we went somewhere I always watched the ground, since the car was moving faster, the speed…the ground was moving was fast too…at least that’s how I understand it…im a kid. I watched as the ground was moving faster and imagined a shadow boy running on it, and jumping over obstacles like: stones, rocks, grass, animals and etc. I was so focused on that, that I didn’t notice how a deer ran really close to the car, scaring dad, who nearly crashes the car in a tree. Both he and mom breathe heavily, and I just sit there and watch, as he leaves the car. He looks at it, and I can see his face making an angry physiognomy. He gets back in the car and tells mom, that two of the tires are flat. We went in some tree spikes which went inside of them. That was a bummer. He only had one back up tire. -I guess, we are gonna drive to the nearest place and ask for help- said dad, and mom agreed. Then he changed one of the tires and we started driving slowly, towards somewhere. Sooner or later, we stopped at a large looking white building. Both of them left the car, telling me to sit there and don’t do anything silly. I told them I was gonna listen to the radio, and so I did. It was playing some old school rock song. I was jamming with it, and didn’t notice anything…anything. Maybe because I was blasting the music too loudly. I don’t know how much time had passed, but I heard a scratching noise on the side of the car. I didn’t bother to look at it. I was having fun. Then I saw it…a person…he was staring at me from the window. Looking at me with crazy eyes. He was wearing something that seemed like a white robe, and was laughing wickedly…while…oh MY GOD…That scratching noise. He was holding…my mother and father’s heads…in both arms…and was trying to scratch the windows so he can get to me. I was beyond shocked. I was horrified. That…look…of craziness in his eyes…that was creeping me out. It was like he was fixated in me, and didn’t notice that some police officer, who attacked him out of nowhere. I don’t really know what happened next. The officer opened the car and got me outside. He explained that both of my parents called the police for her with the flat tire, when they got attacked by that psychopath. He killed them and started scratching their heads towards the car, trying to lure me out. It seemed like he had stopped at an old psychiatry. That guy had escaped…and…killed my parents. Right now I was looking at him, who was getting tied with that restraining jacket. Some of the officers were pointing guns at him, but he didn’t seem to care, as the man was still looking at me, with his big blue eyes, which were widely opened. He started moving his lips, maybe he was trying to say something, but with no voice. But then I kind of got terrified of what I understood. His lips were moving slowly, saying: “You’re next…”. Unfinished Story The keys on the keyboard were chattering with every world the man wrote. With every sentence, it started getting even darker outside, to the point in which the only light was emitting from the screen of the laptop. The writer was struggling to pull off a finish to his story, but it never did end the way he wanted it to do. He had to delete whole lines of dialogue and all kind of information. For him to be stuck in this kind of dilemma was unlike. But…it might have been good for him, since for the first time ever, he was struggling with writing a story. Maybe it was good for him? Even if it was, he was still really frustrated about the story, and how it was about to end. Then…he thought of something. For the chapter, before the finale. It was going to end at a cliffhanger, and end in the final chapter. Yes…that was the plan for now. He popped his fingers and began writing: And so, the winds were blowing, and the trees were moving in its calm rhythm. It was unlike anything. Like the whole village was about to start shaking. The houses which were built to match each other, had begun to move a little bit. That was interesting…really interesting. Somehow there was a crack in the ground, in the forest…right near the village. From beneath it…came fog. Lots of fog. Once again, it was unlike anything. Maybe it was some kind of natural occurrence. Yes, that might be it. Even so, the fog started to spread, and it was heading for the village, in which everyone was already asleep, without a care in the world…everyone except poor Eustace. He was the undertaker of the village. Right now, he was digging a hole for a burial which was going to be happening the next day. It was his duty, he had to obey his responsibilities. The fog, which was now in most parts of the village, had started to corrupt the cemetery. The poor old man, was finally finished with the hole, and was not beginning to go back in his shack, and call it a day, although, it was 01:00 by then.... the day had already pass. While walking back, he started seeing the fog. Yes…the fog was going right at him. It was dark grey looking, once again…unlike anything else, and it had something…like small particles in it. Eustace felt this sensation of dread. He was an old man, who believed in ghosts, and haven’t had any encounters with them, but now…that strange sensation which he was feeling, was making his heart beat slow down, and his eyes widen. He dropped the shovel, which was all muddy. His hat flew away, and his white hairs started dancing from the winds, which were still gently blowing. There…In front of him, was standing a grey horse. A dead one. Its eyes, were white, and his body had holes, in which his bones were exposed. But…not only that…there was a rider on top of it. A rider, which was…headless. His grey cloak had holes, in which blood spilled, making outfit spoiled with it. He was holding a head in his left arm, and a whip, in the other. The head, was Eustace’s. Out of nowhere, a really loud noise, coming from a horn starts blasting in the cemetery. The horseman, stands there, and while still holding Eustace’s head he starts screaming the name of his victim. The screams are coming from the severed head. The real Eustace is left there, to stand in the night, and feel this horror like sensation…for a final time…unlike anything…else. To be continued… The writer, looks at his creation and smiles. Yea...it is perfect for now. Tomorrow, was the day, in which he story was going to be finished. That felt nice…rather nice. He stood up, and closed the program on which he was writing and started heading towards his bed, which was right near the desk, on which he was working a second ago. You could clearly see, by the reflection of the mirror, he walks by, that the man is tired and exhausted. A good night sleep, might do the thing, and make him even more productive…yea…that would be a really nice opportunity for him to finish his work. The man lays down on the comfortable bed, which is heated by a small heater, and covers himself with the blankets. He doesn’t even take his clothes off, and falls asleep…deep in the kingdom of Morpheus He does fall asleep, but his sleep isn’t going too well. There is a fog which covers all the good dreams, and makes him go into a different one. “Yea, alright then”, says the man to himself and enters the fog. Now, he is standing on soft soil. The picture gets clearer and now, he is…at a cemetery. How…strange. Looking around, he only sees gravestones and tombs. “Where am I” …And his answer gets answered really quickly. The fog reappears again. It’s coming for him. The grey looking thing is spreading so fast, that he doesn’t have any time to respond to it. Its covering him. And then…there, in front of him. It’s the Headless Horseman. He is holding the head of the writer in his left, and a whip in the right. He looked exactly like the writer created him. The man is scared and doesn’t know what to do. Everything in his body is locked in, and is disabling him from moving. Then, just like his story, a loud sound coming from a horn starts blasting in the whole cemetery. The horseman, starts swinging the whip in the air, and the severed head of the writer, starts screaming his name. -BLAAAACK! And…everything turns to…black…The man falls on the ground lifeless. His last thoughts were filled with fear and shock. The character he created had come to life. The horseman wanted his life, and now he got it. He wasn’t gonna wake up after all…leaving the unfinished story…with an open end. The White Lady Why was I driving without caring where the vehicle was taking me? To be honest, I'm not really sure. I just wanted to drive around the mountain, which was close to the region I lived in. The point in all this was to escape the bullshit in my life. It worked, but only until I returned back in my house. That's the place where I once again start to understand all my hardships and difficulties. The fact that I even have a place I can call home, is enough for me…but for my parents…it’s a different think. Ugh... I just want to be free, but... I can't leave behind my job, because my parents would think that I'm a failure... although, was it really that important? My family’s opinion that is. I mean, I was old enough to take my own decisions, and that was the end of the line. I was buying my own food, and working at a mediocre job, which…wasn’t well payed, but was enough for me. The job I worked at, was a gas station, which was located at the other part of the city. It always took me some extra time to drive there, and because of that, my boss, always stripped me 5% out of my pay check. Bullshit. That was why I was trying to fume down a bit, by driving up the mountain. Thinking that I passed a bus stop. I didn't really look at it, but I think I saw something white. Interested, I looked at the rear mirror and saw the bus stop...empty. Yea, I must be too tired so I started imagining things. I made a left turn on the road, which headed to the top of the mountain I was driving to. There was a light pole on the left side on the road. Now I could see clearly. There was a white figure just standing there. When I got closer the white silhouette got clearer. That was a girl, in a pure white dress. Interesting. Why was she here? Standing in the middle of nowhere. Maybe... Actually, there was no point in guessing what happened. I pulled off next to her. She was just stunning. The dress looked perfect on her body. Her facials reminded of a statue, whose face was carved onto a stone. Her hair was olive like black, shinning in the light of the pole. When I lowered the window she fixated her eyes on me. They were piercing blue. -Hey...do you need a ride? - I asked while starting into her face, which was really pale for some reason. She didn't say anything at first, as her face remained cold. But after a moment she smiled, while her eyes still wide opened. - I would be glad-she replied and walked to the other side of the car, opened the door and sat beside me. I smiled too and rushed the car ahead. Not knowing why, I wasn’t feeling any bad vibe out of her. More like I was enjoying this moment. Hey…I was single, so when I saw that girl I instantly liked her, nothing besides that, of course. Helping someone in need was the best thing to do. Although…I didn’t know If I would do the same thing, if the girl was someone else. I’ve seen many people looking for a ride in the middle of nowhere. Something always told me to avoid those kind of people, since I didn’t know who they were, or…what their intensions were. But…right now, it was really different. The girl was still smiling, which looked kind of silly, but I didn’t pay much attention, to her…I was fixated on the road ahead. -So, where are you headed? - I asked while taking a right turn. She didn’t say anything for 5 seconds, and then quickly turned her head towards me. -Just drive to where you are going…I don’t really mind…Just don’t take me somewhere, where I will be in danger- she said while looking at me. -Of course not…I’m just driving to the top of the mountain to cheer myself up. If it doesn’t bother you, you wanna come with me? – I asked and turned left. She was still looking at me, when her eyes got a bit clearer. It was like she was judging me. I didn’t mind that, but…it felt kind of creepy, not to lie. The atmosphere was getting kind of disturbing. The cold was getting thicker. What was happening? I looked at her, for a split second and saw that her skin was green, and her eyes were white. When she opened her mouth to say something, slime came out of it, revealing her yellow teeth. The dress which was pure white, was now stained with blood and mud. Her hair was almost grey. With a growling undead kind of voice, she whispered into my ear, as I was about to crash into the railroad: -I died just here…and so will you- said the white lady, as the car flew out of the road, and started flipping in the air, crashing on the ground, killing me, and my curiosity. Hotel Spirit Mark parked the car in the parking lot, right near the large building-when it started raining. The water that was falling from the sky wasn’t going to end all night. His Volkswagen wasn’t gonna take it, so a little rest was needed for both of them to get to the point Mark was aiming for. He turned off the engine and took out the keys. Slowly opened the door and made a run for it. The hotel he had parked at was an ordinary looking one. Climbing the three small steps, he quickly entered the lobby, where everything seemed to shine. It wasn’t like the other road hotels whose lobby was crying for a proper cleaning. At the reception was a moderate looking guy who was solving a crossword. When Mark got closer to him, the guy handed him a list and made him write his name and other info on it. While he was doing that, the receptionist guy was trying to figure out a word. -Hey…um, can you give me an animal who lives in the zoo. It starts with “L”. - asked the guy looking at Mark. A little confused, Mark started thinking of animals who live in the zoo, and their name starts with “L”. -Lion I guess? – he answered and waited for the guy to see if it fits. -Yea…perfect. Thanks dude! - here, take this and head to the elevator. - said the receptionist and handed him a single key for an apartment in the hotel. Mark thanked him and headed to the elevator, which was in the end of the lobby, to the right. The left section was the staircase. -On which floor? – asked Mark, looking at his key with the number 9. -Um…which key did I gave you- replied the rep guy. -Number 9. -Well, then it’s the second floor. -Thank you- said Mark and clicked the button for the elevator. The doors opened and he entered. There were many buttons, who lead to different floors, but he was searching, mainly, for the second one, so he clicked on a button, with a silver 2 on it. The machine started moving slowly, and after a moment, he was already there. There weren’t really many cars parked outside, so maybe there weren’t any people staying here, besides Mark, and the owner of the Dacia, which was parked left of the Volkswagen. That was kind of nice, since all Mark wanted was to get some rest for tomorrow. He was aiming to get to a city which was 490 kmh. from here. It was a long drive, and his journey started from a really distant city. He made it to the apartment, placed the key in the keyhole and turned it to the left. The door unlocked, and revealed…darkness. That was easily fixed, as he turned on the light switch. The whole room lighted. Now it revealed everything. There was a medium size bed in the middle and a desk in the right. The window was above it, and revealed a view of the roads outside. The left side was the door to the bathroom, which had one toilet and a bathtub. It was completely normal, and cheap, as the budget Mark had wasn’t really big. He placed the small bag he was caring with him on the bed and took off his clothes. If there was a bathtub, then he was going to take advantage of it and go and take a nice and cool shower. Yea, that was the plan. Entering the bath room, he started the water and waited for the tub to fill. Then he took a bottle of bath slats, which were nicely placed in a small drawer, which was hanged on the walls, which were covered in nice blue tiles. The water started getting foamy, so Mark was about to get in…right when something got to his attention. The room became darker…as in the mood. All of his senses were wide sharp, and this sensation of dread was covering everything. Something was there… Something like a…voice. Something like a voice was coming from the sink. It was low and really…ghost like. Mark got closer to the sink, which was a meter away from the tub. The voice kind of got clearer. It was whispering something which wasn’t really understandable. His hairs straightened up all of a sudden, and his body tensed as he got even closer. The voice was basically right there…but it wasn’t clear where exactly was it coming from. It still wasn’t really understandable…and to be honest, Mark didn’t really want to know what was going on…as the voice disappeared…That was strange…really frickin strange… thought to himself as he entered the foamy tub. Doing that again twisted the mood in the room, and now it was back to normal. His head was probably still getting used to the calm environment. The voice of the radio was probably stuck in his mind for a long time. Yea…that might be it. Now that he was laying in the tub, his body was getting used to the warm water, which was slowly covering his body and making his heart lower its beats, as his mind was also slowly making him sleepy… When he opened his eyes again, he didn’t know where exactly was he. His body was cold, and his neck was really hurting. Oh darn it. He had fallen asleep in the tub. Really stupid. His fingers and perhaps all of his body was wrinkled. His mind was still foggy, but Mark tried to get up, with no chances of success. With the same efforts over and over again, he tried, but his body just couldn’t get up. He started the water again, since the old one was pretty cold, but…it wasn’t working. Neither was the cold water. Hmm…something was strange. The water wasn’t flowing, but there was a sound of something coming. Then…right from the crane, above the tub, masses of blood just started flowing out. Mark freaked out, and quickly, this time successfully getting up, left the tub and fell on the floor. His back crashed hard, but the fear his heart was experiencing was real. What was going on? Then the voice started whispering in his ears again, but this time smoothly clear, and understandable. It was so arousing and commanding. -Get…in…the…tub…! His body moved so quickly and responsive that he was shocked. He wasn’t doing it. The legs and arms were doing it on their own. Mark got in the bath again. The voice again started whispering. -Dive underwater…! And so he did. He dove underwater and opened his eyes. There was something in the water, which was mixed with blood. Something like a face…but, not quite. It looked exactly like a children’s drawing, except for the eyes, which were perfectly black, and focused directly at him. Those bottomless eyes, were making him drawn to death. All the air his lungs was replacing itself with water, and he was seeing this black curtain falling directly in front of his eyes. Mark was dying, and right when it was going to end, some two hands grabbed his head and pulled him of. He was unconscious for some time. When he woke up, the receptionist guy was sitting near him and was breathing heavily. There were two cops in the bathroom, who were inspecting the waters. The guys told him what happened, or at least what they thought happened, since he already knew. Some ghost…made him do it. But telling that to the others wasn’t going to get him anywhere. But then the receptionist guy brought it up by saying, that strange things have been happening lately. A different guy was choked to death in his sleep, and a lady was attacked by something in the hallway. It was strange indeed. Mark was fine and left the hotel the next day. But he was really disturbed to find out later, by checking a site, that a woman committed suicide, by slicing her veins in the same tub he showered yesterday. Maybe the voice was trying to show him, what happened that day she died. Or maybe…it was trying to kill him, which was the closer thing to the truth. Wind Song The winds aren’t a force to be reckoned with. They are a nature which just happen to be there. The winds of time, never to end, never to stop, always coming and always singing their song. Those winds may end up singing so loud, that a person could not hear anything for 5 or more minutes. The sounds of echo in the ears would just ding in the ear bells, until you…don’t hear anything. The strange thing is that I’ve never witness them. The winds. But sometimes, just in very dark moments, I want to see them, watch them sing, and swung around me. Just sometimes. I was buying myself some bread in the bakery when I heard two women talking about something that I found most curious. …and when they found the man, there was only his clothes there- said the rounded in the sides lady. -Oh my…but what could have happened there? – she asked? “That’s what I want to know too”. I needed to see them, the winds. I don’t know, what was making me thinking that way, but I desired to see them, even for a bit, a moment, a second. I wanted to hear the songs of the wind. You would ask yourself why would I want to see that? Don’t I have anything rather more intriguing to do? Well…I could say I have, but that would be a lie. You see. My name is Kai. I’m a 26-year-old boy, too young to be called a man but too old to be called a kid. I was diagnosed with cancer in the throat around 3 years ago. Believe me when I say, that we tried to fight with the illness for so long, but it didn’t go away. After surgeries and all kind of expensive procedures, we didn’t succeed in defeat the awful thing called reality, that is life. I didn’t have any more money to cure myself, so creating myself a bucket list was…just logical? No? I mean…what does it mean for me to live? Are there any chances for my survival if I did the most expensive surgery? That wouldn’t change anything, since…how could I completely recover, if they only give me 40%. No, so…I wanted to have something I would gaze upon every day until I breathe for the last time. And that was the winds. Those winds were like nothing else in this world. They were kind of special. And on that day…I found them. Leaving the bakery, I fallowed the two ladies and listened. -So you say that the shepherd passed away huh? But if they only found his clothes, how can we be so sure? – asked the skinny one. -Well, we can’t really be so sure about it…but it is rather clear if you ask me. I just don’t know what was the cause of the problem-replied the rounded one. -Oh, I think I read in the newspaper that, the police felt this rather difficult wind in the area they found the clothes- excitedly said the skinny woman. -And where exactly was the area? -I think it was Night Hills, if im not mistaken. As they talked and talked, I figured out a lot about the case of the old man. He had disappeared in the Night Hills, which are a place for shepherds to go and rest their animals. Also, many young couples and people who want to be alone go there. And now it was my time to go…and see them, the winds. 2 hours after I got home I left again taking the car with me. It wasn’t really old, but it was dads special Ford, so I had to be careful with it. I started the engine and I accelerated it. Leaving the front lawn, I turned left and headed towards the freeway. The day was quite sunny, but now it was cloudy and a but cold. That wasn’t really something really scary, since I wasn’t interested in knowing the weather. The winds were always there. I’ve seen them from afar. I have listened to its song, while it was whispering it gently, while it was raining. The winds were always there, no matter the weather. I turned left again, and left the freeway, then headed towards the hills, which was 1 km from here. Not so far. I was really inpatient so I had to force the car a little bit more. I got there even faster, since the vehicle was moving in 70 kmh. It was 20 above the limit. When I finally reached the spot I parked the car in the parking lot and had to walk a bit to get to the right place. It was really quiet and chill, walking around. No one was here, only me and the winds, who were gently asking me to go forward. There was a spot in the hills where there was something that looked like a hole in the ground, but it was some sort of a fold. I was walking towards that place. And I was close, since the winds were moving rather exited. It felt like they were even more enthusiastic than me. And…well, maybe that was the problem. Now that I was closer I felt something rather strange around that fold. Something like a mixture of electricity and shockwaves. When I stepped in the fold my whole body got electrified. Not knowing what to do I laughed. All of all things I laughed. But…what was going on with the winds? They were going berserk. Moving in super speed, they were sounding like a screeching board, or more like a swinging sword. That’s when I noticed the figure standing above me, not in the fold. It was covered in a cloak and his face wasn’t visible, but its eyes were, and they were white. It had this sort of wheat hat. His hands were holding something that looked like a flute, which he gently moved in a way which got closer to his lips. Then this symphony…this…beautiful music like sounds emerged from the winds, and it stared showering me with it. The sound was piercing in my ears but I didn’t care. It was blasting and the ear drums were protesting, but who cared about that. The winds were moving in a circle, and the coldness in the air quickly vanished. It was just amazing, looking at them. Those wickedly satisfying movements were playing with my senses. It was feeling soo good. But then…that piercing like sting in my head. It felt so bad that I had to fall on my knees. -What is going on! – I shouted. The person above me, was looking at me, directly in my soul, and started playing a sound, which was painful. Full of bad emotions. Cruel like melodies, which entered my ears and attacked my brain, which was already weak. Then it entered my eyes, mouth, heart and other organs, which started pounding from pain. -Please, stop…- I whispered in the wind. Then the winds flew towards me, along with the twisted melody, and crashed in my body, which exploded…from pain. I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I couldn’t breathe. My heart was stopping. No air in the lungs. No sight in the eyes. No sound in the ears. But even through that…I could hear the Wind Song, while the flute was laughing evilly. I could feel the winds moving around, while my life was leaving me. Victim It all started at work. Let me explain this properly. I'm working in a computer repair company. Graduating from high school I decided in not going to college and starting work in the place in which I usually had educational practice. I was newly added to the team of workers, programmers, mechanics and drivers. It wasn't long enough that I learned to talk with everyone, since most of the people had different sense on humors and it was somehow important to have their approvals of me. My work there consisted of repairing computers, installing operative systems, cleaning things that needed cleaning, and a lot of other things. Easy stuff. There were times in which we brought up old boxes from the attic, since the company itself was based somehow on a castle, yes, a castle. We were working on the second floor. In those boxes that I mentioned were usually placed parts of a computer. Mother boards, graphic, LAN or sound cards. Processors and many other components, that were basically useless. One of my jobs consisted of bringing the old boxes to the second floor, examining the things inside, and checking what works or could be made to work. Mostly junk if you ask me. On that particular day, there was one brown box, with a darker shade due to the large amount of dust on it, and believe there was a lot of dust in the attic. I was told to open it and take all the insides out. When I dusted the box off, I opened it. There stood a single computer case. Black and with no custom things on it. I mean, all cases had some sort of design to them, straps or some different looks, but this one had nothing. It looked like a big black brick. That was beyond common, since the attic was a junk storage for this kind of components. This one didn't' differ with the others. There wasn't a label on the box, probable because of the time that had passed. So forget about knowing who produced it. -What should I do with it? - i asked the closest worker. He looked at it and smiled. -You have my permission to throw it in the trash, but it would be nice if you check what's inside. -Okay. Taking a screwdriver, I unscrewed the screws that were holding the side of the case and took a glance at it... All dust. Nice. Just amazing. But it was understandable. I had to go to the blower and blow all the dirt out if. Now that it was cleaner, most of the parts in it were kind of odd for nowadays but it was something. -Should I run a hard-disk test? - I asked the worker again. -Yeah, then do a RAM test too, and if passes you can take whatever you like from it. I was beyond surprised. I never thought that I would be granted this sort of task, but here I am. I closed the side of the case and placed the computer near a working station and connected all the cables to it. At first it didn't start off, so I decided to take the tests. After 1 hour, approximately, I ended the second test and left the case somewhere else, so that I can focus on different things. Then after some time I headed home, along with the old case. I didn't have any clue about what was I going to do with it, but my senses were all tangled in the idea of replacing some parts. Once home I connected the cables again. Mouse, keyboard, supply, video... And... now I had to see if it will start. I pressed the start button which was the only thing on the case that wasn't black. The monitor shined and the logo of the OS appeared on it. "So far, so good" I thought to myself as everything was loading. As it did, the generic thing appeared. Many icons on the desktop and a couple of pictures. Checking the Hard Disk, it was only 253 gigabytes. Not quite big, but it was more than enough to store some stuff. Time went on as I checked a lot of things. Deleted a lot of folders, but the problem started once I got back to the desktop. There were a lot of things deleted so it was easier for me to check the folders. Most of them were empty. But one wasn't. I opened the folder and saw the contend in it. There was just this black icon with no visible name on it. That was strange, really freaking strange. I double clicked. It started loading and then a black window appeared on the screen. It started writing something. "Name yourself" This program was telling me to type my name, and by all the curiosity stored in me I typed. N-e-d. "Which folder do you wish to enter? " Then 4 folders appeared in the screen. 1. Victims. 2. Pictures. 3. Others. My blood went icy cold as I read victims and next to it pictures. But... The curiosity was even cold about knowing what was stored in those folders. I clicked on pictures, since i wasn’t interested in knowing the names, yet. There were almost 50 pics of dead women. Many with frighten faces and a lot with blood covering them. Everything seemed really sinister and creepy, making my heart skip a few beats. That was nearly enough for me to close the program as my hands started shivering and the fear in me rose to a different level, beyond anything I have ever felt, but i wanted to see i there was something even vicious than that. There were clearly pictures of women tied down to chairs, with their intestines missing. Some were showing little girls, with their eyes scrapped off and their heads turned upside down, which were forcefully pushed in. There were even animals, mostly dogs which were hanged from trees. It looked like a murderer’s photo album...which, was really close to it. When i finally stopped looking at the pictures i felt this uncontrollable shake, coming from my hands. Sweat started flowing from everywhere. My room got tinier, at least for a moment, and i could feel the tensity of the room. The very walls seemed like radars which were placed in there specifically to watch me...watch me look at the horrifying pictures. Sleep didn't even go through my brain. I was scared. Really fucking scared. The next couple of days I tried telling my coworkers that, but my mouth couldn't say the gruesome things I was seeing. I had this thought of checking the last owner of the Pc. I checked the box in which it was originally stored. There was 1234 written on the side of it. The year was 2010, 10th July. Later I made a close friend check that date and see who the man was. It was discovered that the man left the Pc because he didn't want it anymore. That was fucking odd. -Can you call him? - I asked my friend, seeing that there was a number placed in the data books. -Sure-he said and started dialing the numbers on his phone. It started ringing. After the 3rd signal someone answered. -hello? - I heard a girl’s voice. -Hello, is this George on the phone? -Oh...um, if you are calling for grandpa, I must inform you that he passed away 7 years ago. Do you need anything? - asked the granddaughter of George. -No, thank you. And the phone call ended. I was so confused and worried, not knowing if I should report it to the police or keep it a secret from the others. There was evidence of murder in the forms of pictures stored in the program. It was mandatory for me to do it. As I got home, I discovered that someone had been in my room, since there were some things not in their usual place. And I knew how everything stood there. What was disturbing being that the Pc with the gruesome things on it, was on, and the program was on as well. That made my stomach hurt. The next thing that was beyond interesting was that the name used to log in the program was G-e-o-r-g-e.... Jesus... Fucking Christ. There was something happening and I didn't want to know what. I was afraid and pissed at the same time. I noticed that the cursor was stopped at the "Victims" folder. Strike 2. I had to see if there were any changes in the program, though I knew that i didn't check that particular folder, so even if there really was a change, I wouldn’t know it, because I was too scared to see. But now I had to. So I did. And my blood froze once again, as the hairs in my body all rose at the same time. There were names written in one line. Names that I would never recognize. But one I did. It was the very same one I typed yesterday. I panickedly started looking around to see if someone was watching me from somewhere, or was my mind playing stupid tricks on me? My breathing started getting heavier with every breath. I started hearing sounds coming from the other rooms, but i was intrigued about the names, though i really wanted the thing i was seeing to be fake. After all my eyes weren't deceiving me either. I was seeing everything very clearly. In the front of the line, with big letters, was written: “NED”. Human Dinner You know these family dinners that you have to be present at, because the whole family is going to be there? Yea.... I was having that kind of one. We were gathered in a really famous restaurant, known to serve things really fresh and delightful. There were at least 20 family members surrounding the rectangle table. My father had this kind of promotion, which allows him to get a higher paid position, in the cost of moving to a different city. Ah well, I didn’t really feel anything about this town, mostly indifference, change was a good thing, and knowing my father was going to be paid more, I suppose I could just deal with it. Suddenly I was brought back to earth from my grandma. -You haven’t eaten anything dear, are you feeling well? - she asked and touched my forehead. -Yea I'm good grandma, just not feeling hunger right now. She nodded and continued her conversation with someone. As I looked back at my plate i did this disgusted physiognomy. I didn't really know why, but this dish in particular was kind of messed up. It wasn't anything really that flashy though. Just a regular chicken leg with a potato mash. Nothing special, right? –at least before they brought the soup. At first I didn't notice as I tried it, but the after taste hit me like a car. It was horrible. A simple tomato soup was so disgusting that it made me caught from straight 2 minutes. Not knowing what to eat to clear out the nasty taste I started chewing on some chicken and I mixed It with a little bit of potato mash. As I was ripping the meat together with the mush, something stung some of my teeth. I didn't get a bone with the bite of the chicken, so...where was it from? Looking around I spotted everything out in a napkin. There was clearly a bone there, but it didn't look like a chicken one. I mean, do chicken have fingers. Oh God! There was a fucking human finger bone, mixed with the potatoes mash. I think I looked rather creeped out because dad asked me why I looked so shocked. Completely ignoring him I saw how grandma was about to eat some mash, so I quickly jumped out of my seat and headed towards her. The table was so damn long, and she was so far away. Everyone looked at me surprised but I didn't care, grandma was about to put the large spoonful of mash, and was going to taste the awful tomato soup as well, I had to warn her somehow, without worrying the others. I was about to scream at her to stop, but I tripped and fell flat on my face, nearly breaking my nose. When I quickly got back on my knees I yelled at her to stop, but she was taking the spoon out of her mouth. Seeing how her pupils widened out of the shock she felt made me fell this terrible thing in me, kicking me to go and help, but...my body wasn’t moving. Someone else saw it and quickly started helping her applying the Heimlich method. Uncle quickly grabbed her and started pushing-in her chest. A few times like that and then large chunk of mash mixed with soup came out flying out of the throat. Thank heavens. She didn’t choke to death. That was quite fucking scary. What was even scarier was the story behind this. It turned out, after the police investigated the case, that the chef behind our meals, was in fact a fake. The real one was a woman, that was brutally murdered by said fake chef. The man had an affair with her, and after she told him to leave her alone, he lost and overdid it, basically. Killing her, he butchered her limbs and skinned them perfectly, locking them into a freezer. Those limbs were used as a substitute to a meat or something, basically a sinister plan of the fake chef, which leads to the question about the human finger bone in my potato mash. Also according to the police, the soup, tomato one, was made out of her blood, which was why the after taste had this metallic scent to it…that’s just disgusting. And to finish this, we aren’t eating in a restaurant that doesn’t have a decent security, no thanks. The Medallion Thursday Nightmares Volume III Final! Once the door to the accessory shop was opened i felt this interesting smell of old wood. The shop itself was old, so it was kind of obvious for all the shelves to have this fermented from the year’s smell. The owner, an old man named Henry was sitting behind a glass desk. His glasses made his yes look really big and silly, although the light in them looked intelligent. His French looking hat was placed kind of to the left, and gave him this young looking face. When I got closer to his desk, which had a showcased window, on the little shelf that was below the window were laid many rings, medallions, bracelets and etc. All of them were really well stored, not having a small dark spot on them. I looked at the direction of the silver jewelry and noticed a ring that looked pretty epic, if I should say. It was silver, which I prefer to gold. On top of the silver, there was a black layer like thing that kind of resembled a royal type coast of arms. It wasn't really high priced, so buying it was an option. I looked at Henry and he smiled. -It really does look really royal like. It's really well done. Doesn't get harmed when close to water. If you want, I can lower the price down with 10 dollars, and you are free to go with it-said the old man while taking out a whole stand with rings. He took the wanted ring and handed it to me. Looking at it closely it really did out-shine the others by a lot. It was calling out for me. I can't really explain why, but it was just nice enough for me to get it. I did. But there was something more to the ring. Something that was speaking to me from the very start as I walked in the shop. Something that changed my way of thinking, behavior and ideas. A thing cursed, for hundreds of years. Something that changed my life. A simple medallion. As Henry was packing the ring in a small box, I was looking at a thing which was behind him, something that was calling me out from the moment I stepped in the shop. Not knowing why, I kind of dozed for a moment and tried to go behind the desk but Henry quickly snapped me back. -Hey Zed, where are you going? – asked the man while looking at be behind those big glasses of his. Not knowing exactly what to say I had to tell him the truth, but I wanted to do it in a secret type way, so that the doesn’t catch me. -You see, I was kind of looking for something like a necklace or a medallion or something like that, but seeing the ones on the stand didn’t really catch my eye, and I was wondering if you had something in the back? – I said with the most believe tone and physiognomy I manage to make. He stopped packing the ring and turned around. I didn’t see what exactly he was doing but I remember seeing him shiver for a moment. Once he turned back to me I saw a rather taller and slimmer box, similar to the small one for the ring. His hands were enticingly shaking for some reason, probably because of the age, or maybe he really wanted me to look at the thing he was about to take from the box. I didn’t really need to be lured into looking at it, I was already getting excited to see what was calling me out. When he took it out of the box I kind of went like:” Wow”. It was a medallion. As Henry placed it in front of me my hands started to shake a little bit. It was a circle type stone. There was something like an eye on it, reminding me of the illuminati. It resembled a cat’s eye, but had something dark between the iris. -Interesting- I mumbled to myself. Interesting indeed I should say. This particular medallion was a shipment delivered from Egypt. I don’t know where it was taken from, but they told me to be really careful with it, because it might contain a curse. -Curse? - I said in quiet the pitched up voice. - What do you mean by that? He laughed it off and took the accessory back. -Do not be scared, it was washed with holy waters, if there was a curse, then I guess it was washed away with the waters. -Hmm…maybe you are right…well I do like it, so I think I will take that as well. -That will be splendid, let me pack it up for you- said the old man and started packing up both boxes in one paper bag. My sight was totally focused into the medallion, which was locked in the box. Didn’t know why, but I felt this connection with it. It was making me happy, or for now it was. Henry finally finished and handed me the bag. I grabbed some cash from the wallet and paid for the both the ring and the medallion and took off, thinking about the moment when I will place the silver of my neck. 3 days later. A couple of days have passed and I feel better than ever. When I returned home, my parents loved the things I bought. They kind of preferred the ring, but I still managed to love the medallion more than the other thing. I noticed that if you keep it close to you, by that I mean skin, it will kind of generate warmth. Yes, I know, it is so weird, but I like it. I think that was the best thing I have ever bought for some time, and I really mean it. Or should I say, the medallion thinks so too. It found itself a new owner, a new host to control. 2 weeks later. There were shadows everywhere. I couldn’t see a thing, didn’t even know where I was. A grey fog was covering my feet. It was showing me a way, which apparently I had to follow to gain information about everything. But what was everything? What was so important, that I was dreaming of it? Then an eye opened in the darkness of the abyss. It was freaking creepy. It really resembled the eye of the medallion. But was it the same? “Zed…Zed…Zed…”- I heard someone whispering. “Follow me Zed…come with me…be with me…”- the voice said once again. I would lie If I said that I wasn’t interested. I was intrigued by the thing. The darkness again expanded this time showing me a door. I took some steps and opened it. It was the hallway corridor in my house. The next door was leading into my parent’s room. There was this strange blue light covering the already dark room. “Go inside Zed…you know you want to do it”- whispered the voice. I had to do it. If I didn’t, I would betray my possession. It was telling me exactly what to do, and doing it would make it happy, it would make me happy. “US” happy. Extending my hand forward I grabbed the handle and twisted it downwards opening the door without a single crack. My dad and mom were sleeping on their big bed, covered in a blue silk blanket, which really matched the blue light which was emitted from somewhere. “Now…take this…take it Zed, and end this torture of a life you are having”- said the voice with a demanding tone. Something shined on the floor. The blue light was shining on it, making the steel reflect the light in my face. Grabbing it by the handle I tighten up my grip of the knife. It was one of mom’s knives. As I did, this anger, wrath and savage instincts flew into me, just like water does through a funnel. My hands started shaking from all the rage I was feeling. All the kept secrets that I’ve hidden away from my parents were getting out of my mind, and were replaced by the awful thing they have made me do. All the things I was forced to do. All the yelling and beating ups I’ve taken. This screwed up conscience was making me kill my own parents, and it was really tempting. So fucking tempting. The cold steel blade was vibrating in the room, making this rustling sound. “DO IT!”- yelled the voice. I extended the knife in the air, ready to slam it somewhere in the body of my father, when I heard the voice laughing. It was a sinister laugh. Evil-like. Horrifying to the very core. It sounded like a woman’s voice, now that I thought about it. Forgetting what I was doing I dropped the knife. “What are you doing Zed, grab it and kill them, you know you want it!”- yelled the voice even louder and nearly blasted away my ear drums. -NO! -this time I yelled and completely snapped out of the dream. Once I opened my eyes, I felt this burning spot on my neck. The chain on which the medallion was hanging on, was burning hot. The medallion itself had nearly mixed with my skin. It was melted and stuck in it. The pain was so agonizing that my eyes watered as soon as I opened them. Looking at the time I saw that It was 7:30 am. This problem had to be erased. On the next day, everything went fine. The chain kind of cooled off, but I still took everything off, besides the ring. Placed the medallion it into a bucket filled with cold water, hoping that it won’t try and start warming again. After seeing that it was normalized i went to school. After leaving the house my mind went everywhere once again. Now that I noticed, when I wasn’t wearing the medallion I was feeling kind of better. I mean, the weeks that I was wearing it kind of flew by me like a rocket, I just didn’t remember anything worth remembering, and now my mind was fixing itself, trying to force me to remember all the things I did, but…it wasn’t that easy. It was like the Medallion was kind of taking over me, and now it was happening in my sleep, and I didn’t really like that. In order to stop it, I first wanted to consult myself with Henry, because he might know something. 17:30 pm. I wasn’t even in the shop when Henry quickly came around the desk and ran to me. -ZED, WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THE MEDALLION? - he asked with a hysteric voice- DID IT DO SOMETHING TO YOU? - he again asked, but didn’t wait for an answer and pulled the shirt which was covering my neck. When the scars of the chains showed up, he quickly covered them and started apologizing to me. -I…should never have sold it to you…oh god I’m really sorry…I…I was controlled by it…can you believe me? - asked the man again. -Yea…I felt this way for the past weeks as well, and I haven’t been feeling quite well to be honest…yesterday even…- I stopped talking. -Yesterday what? Come on speak up boy?!- said the man both scared and interested. -I had this nightmare, in which this voice is commanding me to kill my parents- I said quickly, because I didn’t want to repeat it. His face went even paler as he heard that. Now that fear had gone through his mind, his normally young face for an old man, had turned into a brutally old looking grimace, that I didn’t even knew he had. -As I said, I am the one who needs to be blamed about this. - I didn’t say nothing. - When I sold the medallion to you, this voice you speak of told me not to tell you the story of the medallion itself. I sat down a chair, and so did he. He coughed and started telling me this story. -When Egypt was in its prime, im talking about hundreds of years ago, exactly when pharaoh Tutankhamun was on the throne. There was this lady, which really wanted to work in the palace of the pharaoh, as a normal house lady. The parents of the young Tut, didn’t like the idea of a street woman to work in the palace of the gods, so they forbid it completely, even commanding the guards to beat her up and return her to the streets when she belongs. After that the lead leash is broken, but it’s believed that this lady is named Helzegovina. She managed to curse an accessory, which was well hidden in the tomb of Tutankhamun. This accessory…is the medallion I sold you, or to be specific: “the Street Cat Eye”- as they called it. -But you said that the curse has been washed away with holy water? - I asked desperately. -That was a lie my boy, as I said, it made me do it- said the man and covered his face. -What can we do about it? How can we un-curse it? - I asked already knowing the answer. -This artefact, can’t be purified…it has to be destroyed. -Then let’s do it…- I said and jumped out of my seat, leaving the shop behind. 18:25. Henry and I arrived by my home quickly, thanks to his Opel, which for its miles did a fine job. Quickly leaving the automobile I rushed back home, and found the medallion in the bucket I placed it. The water which was originally cold, was now straight fire hot. The medallion itself wasn’t harmed, but the chain was melting, although the circle silver tablet was not. The eye was looking directly at me, as if it was saying “What now?”. Oh there was something about to happen alright. Taking the bucket with me, I left the house again and saw Henry waiting for me on the lawn. -How are we gonna do it? – I asked. -Fire. We are going to destroy this wicked thing with its very own element. He pulled out a flamethrower out of his car, which I didn’t ask where he got from and told me to place the bucket on top of the home barbeque. I did the tasks. He turned the flames on which were so bright and hot, on this melting summer day. He only managed to melt the bucket, but the medallion was now laying on the black burned metal on the barbeque grill. -Do you think we need something stronger than that? - I asked Henry while he was still trying to figure out something. As I asked this I got an idea. Sprinting back to my room I quickly kneed to the ground and uncovered the blankets of the bed, so that I can see bellow it. I had a big storage of firecrackers. I took the XX2 MEGA DESTROYER, which by fact I knew that it was gonna completely obliterate it. When I got back I saw how Henry’s flamethrower died, as the flames were turned towards him. He quickly took of his jacket and started stomping it on the ground. -Quickly now, do something- said the old man, trying to remove the small flames. I did as follow. Tied the firecracker to the medallion, as much as it was hot, with tape, which was getting vaporized by the warmth of the accessory. -Screw it- I said and quickly brought up a lighter. I left the tape to burn and kindled the fuse, which started going down in the tube, where the gunpowder was stored. Running 5 meters away from it, I watched as the fuse went down, and after some minutes a powerful explosion happened, blasting all the pieces of the medallion to the atmosphere, where it could never burn again. Right as I did, my parents returned from work. It was really awkward to explain everything but I did, and I think it worked out. After everything went down, I finally was going to get a good sleep, not interrupted by anything evil and wanting to kill me and everything around me. As I laid on the bed, I felt this really big itch on my ring finger. Scratching it nicely at first I didn’t notice it. Covering myself with a blanket I fell asleep immediately. But as I said…I didn’t notice. Didn’t notice the warmth emitting from the ring and the eye resembling a cat…watching me.
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AuthorHello, this is Nedyalko Delchev, or Black Wing. I’m a writer and currently 25-years old. One of my dreams is to publish a book and impact the world! Until then, I will be posting all kind of contend on my Story Book! Archives
September 2023
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