A Love Story: Heaven

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In my final attempts to save myself, I screamed as loud as I could, hoping that my best friend would wake up, see the monster that was on the bed and push it away for me to run. “What’s wrong?” he asked and jumped up, trying to see what was happening but he saw nothing because whatever it was that was on top of me have disappeared. “There’s….the…th…” I tried to speak but couldn’t as I was still shaking in fear. “There’s nothing there,” he said. “You are just dreaming,” he continued, trying to assure me that it was all a nightmare.

“No!” I shouted. “Eleanor was here! Eleanor was here! She’s Satan! She’s the devil!” I yelled like a child that just saw something under their bed. “Here,” I was told. “Take this sleeping pill and go to bed,” my best friend told me. I refused at first but since he kept insisting, I finally gave in. “Lock everything,” I said before closing my eyes. I was sure that I saw something at the edge of my bed but I was too weak to do anything. I trashed around, trying to keep myself awake but I couldn’t. The sleeping pill works fast, it effects to story for my weak body.

At first, I thought that I was in a dark room but as I kept walking, I realised that it wasn’t a room. Actually, it was nothing at all. I was in a black space. “Shh,” something whispered into my ears, causing me to panic. “Bugger off!” I shouted while at the same time using my hands to push away anything that could be standing at my sides. I became even more petrified when I found out that nothing was there. “What are you finding for?” the same person asked me. “Nothing,”

“You can’t lie to me,” I was told. “I’m not lying,” I said. “I’m not finding anything,” I said. “Isn’t it lovely?” I asked back. “Being in an empty room. All alone. Nobody to disturb you,” I said. “Go on,” the voice said. “Finish what you have to say,” it said and so I did. “I love being alone. I want to be alone at times, where I don’t have to care about my surroundings, doing anything that I want,” I said. “Wouldn’t it be great?” I questioned. “Just hanging around, walking about, swinging my hands, breathing in fresh air, being who you are without fear,” I said. “Tell me, if this isn’t heaven, what is?” I questioned again. “Do you have anything to hide?” I was asked. “Who doesn’t,”

“You sounded afraid, terrified earlier on, what changed your mind?” the voice asked me. “If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it long ago,” I replied, sounding as brave as ever. “Do you know who I am,” it asked. “Yes,” I said. “You are the thing that has been following me around for the last few days,” I answered. “Quite a scene you put up there,” it told me. “With what?” I asked, curiously. “With your acting and what not,” it said. “I wasn’t acting. I loved it when they die. I want to hear their screams, I want them to beg, to see their pitiful looks,” I said. “Heaven..heaven…”

“You are nothing more than a coward. You, them, all the same,” the voice said. “You are them, they are you,” it continued. “I’m me and you are you,” I replied annoyingly. “Weren’t you screaming and crying like a little girl earlier?” it asked. “Weren’t you begging too? For your life? Screaming to be spared,” it continued. “Girls scream, boys scream. So what?” I retorted, trying to make a point that everyone in danger would feel scared. “Do you want to take my life? Do you want to kill me?” I asked. “Aren’t you afraid that I would? Isn’t that why you were screaming?” it asked. “I’m afraid the demon, not death,” I answered.

“What’s life? Life is garbage. You born, you die, you rot,” I continued. “Fair enough,” it said. “So, you want to die?” it asked. “Yes, I do,” I answered. “Sadly, I can’t do that,” it said. “I want to tell you something,” it said to me. As if it was waiting for my answer, I remained silent, signalling that it should just go ahead. “What do you do when you seek help but nothing happens?” it asked me. “I give up,” I say. “I give up and move on,” I reply. “Not for everyone,” it replied. “You see,” it said before I could say anything. “Your beloved Eleanor was no angel,” it said. “She’s just as bad as those people who bullies her,” it said.

Suddenly, I saw a white light and like a screen, I saw Eleanor in front of me. She was walking down the street, knife on her hands. “What-” I asked but the voice said. “Shh!” before I could finish. It was dark and a small kid walked towards her. She picked up the kid, dragged him into a nearby woods and asked, “Do you love it here?”. The terrified boy nodded his head in fear. “Good,” she said and slit his throat. Then, she began to laugh like I did when I killed her bully.

“You, them, all the same,” I said to myself as everything disintegrated back into darkness. “Why did she do it?” I asked. “I told her to,” the voice said. “Why?!” I shouted, angrily. “She wanted help. She was desperate for help. She wanted it to stop. God was never there but I was. I kept her company. I helped her stand up again. It’s not my fault,” the voice said. “But you don’t do things for free,” I refuted. “No I don’t but at least I still do something,” it said and I remained silent. “That’s it?” I asked. “No,’ it said. “You must know that now she wants you,” it said. “Cause I want her to kill you,”

To be continued…

 

 

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A Love Story (Part 7)

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I drove back to the hospital happily, knowing how proud Eleanor was of me. Remembering that I was supposed to be buying some food, I stopped at fast food restaurant before continuing my drive down the empty road, towards the crowded and congested hospital, as if everyone in town is suddenly sick or dying. As soon as I stepped out of the car, the smile on my face vanishes as I pulled on my mask. I walked slowly towards my sister’s ward, secretly hoping that she died but die she did not as I saw that she was very much still alive. While I was eating, the doctor informed me the bad news. “She’s getting better,” he said.

Whatever smile that was still on my face behind the face faded away as soon as I heard the news. I told my best friend that he’s free to leave anytime he wants but he refuses. “I don’t want to leave you alone at this hour,” he said to me. I knew that he was afraid that I was going to kill myself. I would have convinced him otherwise except he won’t believe me due to the fact that tried to kill myself once and failed spectacularly. “I will be fine,” I said repeatedly but he wasn’t buying any of that and I don’t blame him. After his parents died in a tragic accident, he had been alone and lonely for a while until we met each other at the local book club.

“My number one fear is losing,” he told me once and of course, at that time, I had no idea what it meant. However, the tragic incident that I witnessed made me understand the magnitude of his fear so, I gave up trying to make him leave. I was staring at the painting on the wall, admiring it when I heard a voice calling out my name. “Come here,” the voice whispered. I stood still because I know that it didn’t sound like Eleanor. I thought that it wouldn’t stop and that I was going crazy out off boredom but after a few seconds, it did. I felt as cold breeze caressing my body as the hairs on my body stood up. I turned to my left and jumped out of my chair, screaming.

“What’s wrong?” my best friend asked, running towards me. I couldn’t answer him as I pointed to the thing that was in front of me. “Shh,” it whispered. As it got closer and closer, I could feel its hands caressing my face before it ran down towards my neck and began to choke it. It tried to pull off but I couldn’t. Just as my best friend reached me, it disappeared and I was able to breathe again. “What’s wrong?” he asked in a concerned voice. “The…the…” I said, pointing to the wall in front of me where the thing stood. “There’s nothing there,” I was told. “Relax”

A nurse told me that I was imagining things and my best friend said that I was hallucinating because I was still traumatised by the recent events in my life. I was buying none of that. “There’s someone there!” I protested as my best friend drove me home, telling me that I ought to get some rest. After tucking me into bed like a small kid, he started to walk out. “Wait!” I shouted. “Stay here with me!” I demanded and he did. He took some pillows from my cupboard and lied on the ground. Just as I was about to close my eyes, I saw the thing in the hospital that tried to kill me standing at the end of the room. This time, it was smiling. “Nice to meet you again,” it said as dropped to the ground and crawled towards me.

I screamed as loud as I could but by that time, my friend was already dead asleep so he couldn’t hear anything. I desperately tried to move my hands, legs or any part of my body but nothing seems to be working. Out of desperation, I closed my eyes and call out for Eleanor to help me. “Help me, Eleanor!” I cried as I could feel the thing getting onto my bed. I opened my eyes and saw that the thing smiling ear to ear above me. “Eleanor is here,” it said, giggling. “I am Eleanor,”

The Fear (Short Story)

Hello, humans. Before the story starts, I would like to announce that after this post is published, you will only have 6 hours remaining to ask me questions for the second Q&A session through the comment section or by sending me a DM on twitter.

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Note: This is a fictional work

The more I thought about it, the more I started to regret my decision not to surrender myself to the police after accidentally killing the man who was bothering me for half an hour or so. It wasn’t my fault as I had no control over myself especially when I’m panicking. It started when he came close to me and “Good evening,” in a somewhat whispery tone, which sent goosebumps all over my body. “Hi,” I replied, trying not to sound irritated or scared. I had always hated it when I have to start a conversation, especially when it’s with strangers.

“Waiting for the bus?” he asked as if me waiting at the bus stop didn’t paint a clear image of what I was doing. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m too drunk to drive,” I replied, pointing at my car which I regretted immediately. “Where’s your house,” the person asked. “Some 10 kilometres from here,” I lied. “Do you know when’s the next bus coming?” he asked, as his hand reached for his pocket.

Questions flooded my mind, as I wondered what he was about to take out from his pocket. “It’s a gun! It’s a gun!” my mind screamed at me, telling me to run. “He will kill you and take your car, run now you stupid idiot,” my inner voice told me, begging me to just leave already. “Well, you know the public transport in this country is not reliable at all,” the man said, taking out a card from his pocket and say, “Here, take my card,” he told me.

“Thanks,” I said, not knowing how else to react. “Why don’t you come to my office, tomorrow?” he asked me. “It’s a public holiday right?” he asked to which I replied, “Yes, I’m free tomorrow,” which was the third mistake that I did that night. “So, what do you say?” he asked me again, trying to push me to answer his question. My heart started to race as fear of him killing me tomorrow races in my mind.

Since I couldn’t say no, I stood there as sweat ran down my scalp as if I was showering. Then, he came closer, as he reached for something under his jacket. “Run!” my inner voice told me and so I did. I ran into the woods as he followed, urging me not to run away. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said but I didn’t bother to listen. I was sure that I outran him, in fact, I was starting to feel confident that I would survive the night. That was when I tripped on something and fell.

“Let me help you get up,” the person said. Panicking, I took a large rock and smacked it towards his temple. I could hear his skull breaking as he fell to the ground, dead. And that was why I am now burying a dead body deep in the woods. I couldn’t go to the police because they would take me to prison where I would probably die of suffocation due to my claustrophobia. I am sure that sooner or later, the man’s spirit would soon come to haunt me but I could live with that because his spirit isn’t only that is haunting me. After all, this is not the first time I murdered someone.

True Horror Stories: Friday the 13th Special

Hello, humans. As much as I don’t believe in superstitions, I still feel that the idea that a certain group of people will find some days to be horrifying and terrifying as something unique. Therefore, here’s some ‘true horror stories’. Some are my real experience and some are based on what I heard. Every story will be in the first person point of view and although I said it’s based on a true story, just regard it as being a work of fiction. 

Story 1*

There was once when I had to do a late night class because the students wanted me to do an extra class. Since everyone including myself was so busy, we had to do it at night and everyone was ok with it. As I was teaching, I saw a student walking into the class. 

Something in my mind said that I should pay no attention to the student but it’s no right to do so since I was a teacher. I just continued to teaching while occasionally glancing at the student who seemed to be holding a pen. However he wasn’t writing anything. At the end of the class, as I was taking the student’s attendance, I realised that I had never called out his name. Pointing towards where he was sitting, I said, “And you? What’s your name?”

The class went silent as if I said something bad. The looked at each other and then at me. “Who are you pointing at miss?” One of them asked. I am the type of person who believes that the ghosts will follow you if you mentioned it so, I just say, “Nothing,” I am just tired. After everyone had left, I locked the door and the student was still inside. I could still see the smile on his face as I locked the door. That’s the only time I did a late night class. 

*This Story somehow inspired the “Night Class series

Story 2 

I was home alone one day because everyone was having their own activities. I didn’t particularly liked the idea of being left alone in the house especially when I’m a kid. Let’s just say I had one to many paranormal counters there and nobody would do anything despite me telling them to. 

Since I had just returned home from school, I went upstairs to take a shower. As I was taking my shower, I heard someone opening the gate followed by my a car entering the house. I felt weird because my parents said that they weren’t coming home until after 5:00 p.m or so. Then I heard my mom’s voice asking me if I had taken my lunch which I replied. 

After I took my shower, I went downstairs and saw that every lights was turned on and that there was nobody home. I was terrified but didn’t tell anyone because I know the immediate respond would be the cliched, “You were just imagining things,” 

Story 3

I had always been a fan of ghosts. When I was in school, my friends and I would always make tours around the school to see if we can find any graves. One day, one of my friend pursuaded me into playing the spirit of the coin game. Note: The spirit of the coin game is just like an ouija board except you write down the letters on a piece of paper and use a coin instead of a planchette. 

Desperate to make a contact with the world of the dead, I agreed and we started writing down the letters and soon, we were pretty much summoning ghosts. At first, I started to move the coin on its own but then something else was moving it. I could feel something cold touching my finger as if there’s someone next to me that was moving it. 

Then, I asked the question that nobody was supposed to. “When am I gonna die?” I said. out loud. The coin started to move to N then O and finally W. It spelt out NOW quickly. I could feel every inch hair in my body standing up. Immediately, every door in the the whole corridor opened and slammed shut on its own. You might think that I had learned my lesson but no. Now, I’m playing with the ouija board everyday in my room with my roommate. 

Story 4 

I could always see things that others couldn’t since I was a kid. Nobody would believe me so as I grew older, I decided to just keep it to myself. It was when I entered high school that things got bad. I had to transfer to another school because my family moved to another state. 

Some told me that the school used to be a place where people was hanged and I knew that my experiences wouldn’t be ‘pretty’. I started seeing more things then I usually do. People hanging from the ceilings, headless figures walking around and many more. I couldn’t concentrate but I didn’t tell anyone. Luckily, my father got a new job at another state and we moved again.  

Ok that’s all. Believe it or not, the last story was something that I really heard. And based on where the person said the she had gone to, I kind of believed the part of the hanging people place thing but obviously I’m no expert in history. Lastly, I just want to say that although some paranormal activity is just a part of imagination but sometimes I believe that it’s true. So, don’t do anything stupid. Bye! 

The room Part 2


I started to pack my stuff to leave in a hurry but then I decided to just stay and wait for my friends. “How long can it take them?” I said to myself and sat down. “Wise choice,” I heard someone said but when I turned to look, nobody was there. The mysterious person who stood up was missing too so somehow, I convinced myself that I was just dreaming. 

I heard the door slide open as my friends entered the room. “Who is that at the corner?” one of them asked. “Who?” I said and turned around to see where he was pointing it. And there he was; the mysterious man. The more I looked at him, the more spooked out I got so I suggested to my friends that he should just go to another study room upstairs where there’s more people. 

They seemed shocked because usually, I will be the person who would suggest that we get away from as many people as possible. “Ok,” they said and we moved. To their surprise and to my horror, the other study room was empty. We sat down and started to work on our assignments after choosing the perfect place which is under the A.C. 

“He is coming….He will open your chest…..And rip off your heart,” I heard the mysterious man singing the song. My heart skipped a few beats and my body started to shake. I jumped off my chair as I felt something caressing my neck. Then I saw it.  My friends reflection weren’t showing in the mirror. That was it for me. I took my phone and laptop and stormed out off the cursed room. 

“Where are you going?” someone asked me and I recognised the voice as my lecturer’s. I turned around and saw her. “There’s a ghooost,” I said while my body was shakin badly. It took her a few seconds to comprehend what I just told her since I was shaking so bad. “What do they looked like?” she said, giggling. Knowing what was going to happen next, I ran away. “You cannot leave now, the party hasn’t started yet,” my lecturer said, still giggling like it’s a joke. 

I didn’t bother with what the crazy lunatic has to say as I got to the main entrance. The door was locked and I had two options: Break the door or use the emergency exit. 

To be continued…

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