In the dark forest, she stood alone, the chilling breeze sending shivers down her spine, curling around her body like a phantom. Among the moans of the wind, she could hear the snarls and raving screams that engulfed her whole self. There was no escape.
“Come to me, my dear,” the menacing ghost around her whispered.
She was scared. “Jason,” she called out, her voice shaking. Jason had brought her here. Her boyfriend. He had told her that he had a surprise waiting for her there.
“Yes, my dear?” That voice was strangely familiar. Jason’s. And yet, it was so like the voice she was heard previously, calling out to her.
She clutched at her forehead, wishing this strange fantastical nightmare would go away. Her head was hurting. Like it would split apart at any moment. And then, she saw him coming out from the dark ensemble of bushes.
“Jason!” she shouted, immediately recognising him. The warmth of courage spread through her body. But she again felt coldness as his immobile shadow stood at a distance, watching.
“Come to me, my dear,” he whispered, his whisper echoing loudly. She saw his lips move. It was definitely him speaking, but his voice sounded different.
“What is happening?” she asked, scared.
“The time has come for you, my dear. To leave this world. Jason never was real. He was just a facade. This is me.”
Her eyes widened in fear.
The Grim reaper. Her Death.
The voices whispered to her, and that was when she felt the sharp impact on her forehead. He was standing right in front of her, his cursed smile intact.
Her vision blurred. She saw her little sister, blood surrounding her petite body. Her skull crushed badly Fire surrounded the body. Her pretty face was moulded into an expression of fright and horror.
With a gasp, she came back to reality. “What have you done to her?”
“Exactly what you saw,” he whispered back, a careless grin playing in his lips.
Tears blurred her vision and she was again transported to another place. A knife stuck deep into the throat of her daddy. His gurgling, futile attempt at breathing, blood oozing out his mouth, throat, arms.
“No!” she screamed. “You sadistic monster! I loved you…” she shouted, pain ripping through her body. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I’m the grim reaper. This is my job, dearest…”
With that, his boots grounded into her throat.
Every thought vanished from her mind. Every trace of oxygen gone from around her. She was in an endless vacuum. She was suffocating. She wanted to claw at her throat, try to coax some air into her lungs. She wanted to scream. But she was limp in this darkness.
His dagger came closer, closer… Until he finally struck. A pain as severe as if a thousand knives were piercing through her body while she lay on ice-cold ocean, rippled through every cell of her body, as she fell.
“Welcome to hell.”
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- Twinkle S.
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