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Morbid Lady

She haunts my dreams.

Ever since I was little, a black widow incessantly terrorizes me. She wraps me in her wisps of silk and chains me to the walls of her hidden chambers until I wake up alone shaking in fear. The teeth make my hair stand on end. Lifeless eyes, those eyes terrify me.

She preys upon my vulnerability. She thrives on feeding my mind with tarnished thoughts and nightmares. She floods my being with the black waters of death every time I dream of her. If it’s not the water, it’s fire or tar. It’s pure torture. It feels too real to be just a dream. She stands there and laughs. Laughs with multiple voices coming out of her throat. How can she laugh like that?

When I wake up, it feels like I have been tortured for years. I tell myself I have to avoid that woman at all costs as much as possible.

Because of this, my guard is never let down. I don’t sleep, I don’t rest. I don’t leave my home. I work from home and go to college online now. I don’t visit people I know or love anymore, I just can’t. I don’t go outside or run errands unless I absolutely have to. There is no other way than to be on my guard and to protect myself in the only way I know how.

Every time I fall asleep, I see her. Sometimes I can’t defeat the urge to sleep.

She sips on my soul. She has for over 18 years now. My life force continues to fade away as my nightmares go on like this. No one believes me. I’ve tried to tell people, but I have been told it’s all in my brain or that I’m crazy. I’m not crazy dammit! Doctors either give me medications or send me to therapists. It’s a vicious, endless, nonstop cycle. It’s useless.

No one is safe from her, not even you dear. I’m telling you this now before it is too late.

She is the Devil of blackness. She’s a parasite from another dimension! I don’t know how or why she’s here, but she chose me for whatever reason.

There is no time left. She will end you, just like how she’s going to end me.

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Deadliest Kiss

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Face down on the pavement, she thought she had nowhere to turn. Sitting in her own blood, slashed by the no life killer.

The killer she thought would forever be hers. Stabbed, slashed, lonely, and misused.

Tears rolled down her face as the rain washed away the blood. Am I alive or dead? the girl thought to herself. 

She could feel pain, but couldn’t speak out. She wanted to cry out, but the slashed part of  her throat took away that gift.

Tapping of leather shoes passed by the girl’s head. Fearing what others would think of her, she stayed down.

A gentle tap and a Hello? came from above her. Fearing what she looked like, she stayed down.

Are you alright my dear? I want to see your beautiful face. 

She lifted her face and saw a ghastly sight. A tall man with a skeletal face reached out for her hand. 

The man had passionate eyes, but skin of white tendons and black spaces in between. He had moderately long jet black hair and wore a black suit.

Despite his ghostly stature, she felt at home with the being and allowed him to lift her up off the cement. This is no place for a beautiful girl such as yourself.

I’m terribly sorry for what that horrid creature did to you. I will put an end to him!

Take my hand, said the ghostly figure. The girl grabbed the ghostly man’s hand and with that, they zipped into the darkness within the trees.

To be continued…

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The Grove- It’s So Cold… pt 2

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I felt as though I had no choice but to follow that light. As soon as it appeared, it zipped through the trees, which caused them to bend outwards like rubber, opening up a new path. I ran to the entrance of the path and stopped for a moment. I was absolutely shocked by what I saw, “there was absolutely no way in hell that could have happened”. But it did. I rubbed my eyes, then looked down the path again. I had chills running down my spine as I stared at the endless path engulfed by white fog. My hands were shaking, my heart was racing, and my legs felt like they were glued to the ground.

I took a deep breath and took slow and steady steps down the path. I felt as though I was being watched by hundreds of curious eyes, but there was no one there. I could hear twigs randomly snapping and the rustling of leaves all around me. I looked side to side, behind me, above me, but saw nothing. I swear to god that out of the corner of each eye, I could see something standing in the distance, but every time I looked around, there was nothing there. I took every ounce of concentration to ignore the overwhelming fear that crawled up and down my spine and continued down the misty path.

If you ignore the sounds of dread, you just might end up dead. 

I immediately stopped dead in my tracks when I heard an eerie, disembodied voice whisper in my left ear. RUN! I bolted down the pathway as fast as humanly possible. Everything around me started to turn into what I can describe in my wildest imagination: hell in its purest form. My surroundings started to fade into darkness and the trees began to seep and drip dark red fluid onto the ground. As I ran I could hear heavy raindrops hitting against the damp leaves around me. A few raindrops turned into an absolute downpour. The skies opened up and flooded upon me. My feet began to lose friction below me and I slipped and fell right on my face. I tried to scramble upwards, but the mud quickly turned to murky flood water. I was being washed away by red fluid that dripped from the trees and heavy rainfall from the skies. My vision was blurred by the murky waters surrounding me. I could feel debris hitting me from all sides of me. I couldn’t tell if they were rocks, twigs, or what, all I know is that they hit me hard, very hard. Suddenly, I felt two bone like hands lift me up from the floodwaters and thrusted me downwards. I was still blinded and could not see where I was falling.

THUNK. I landed face first into a patch of neatly cut grass. It felt as though I was hit by a truck. I slowly used my arms and knees to push myself upwards and what I saw scared me to my core. There it was… my mother’s grave. Freshly cut white, gray, and black granite with a fresh pile of red roses on it. It was a tombstone in the shape of an angel with a black placard sitting in front of it. It looked like as if time had barely touched it.

I’m sorry

The tombstone burst into flames in front of my eyes. I could see my mom rising up from the statue. She was translucent, but her image was clear as day. She was healthy, happy, beautiful. She slowly walked up to me, grasped my hand, and helped me up.

“Mom?” She slightly nodded. I jumped into her arms as hard as I could and never let go. I cried into her chest and told her how much I loved her and missed her.

Don’t trust your brother. Even kin can turn on you.

“What do you mean?” I pulled away and saw that the thing that used to be my mom was an ash covered skeleton with its head tilted back and its mouth fully agape.

“MOM!” I dropped the skeleton and it disintegrated into ash that blew away in the wind. The trees and gravestones surrounding the area were ablazed.

I have to find the truth.

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