The Tale Of the Scar!!

It was a cold, dark night in the small town of Willowdale. The night sky was filled with stars, and a chill autumn wind stirred the leaves in the trees. A feeling of unease had come to the town, as if something was lurking in the shadows. But the people of Willowdale didn’t sense the danger lurking in the night.

In his small house on the edge of town, a young man lay in his bed, racked with pain. A fever had come over him, and no matter how many remedies his parents tried, it wouldn’t go away. His fever continued to burn and his body ached, until finally, it broke in the early morning hours.

The next morning, the young man awoke with a jolt. He scrambled out of bed, wondering what had happened. He was filled with a strange dread as he looked in the mirror. There, on the left side of his face, just below the jawline, was a large, gaping wound. It looked as if someone had taken a sharp blade to his skin and carved it up.

This was the beginning of a nightmare for the young man. When his parents saw the scar, they were beside themselves with worry. What had happened to him? How had he gotten such an ugly scar?

The young man’s parents took him to see a doctor, but the doctor could give them no answers. He had no idea how the wound had gotten there, and all he could do was treat it and hope it would heal. With a heavy heart, the young man returned home.

For weeks, he kept the scar hidden, afraid of what others would say. One night, all that changed. He went to bed, but instead of sleep, he heard a whispered voice in his ear.

“You have been marked,” the voice said. “It is the mark of a monster. You must not tell anyone, or you will bring danger to your family.”

The young man was terrified. He had no idea what the voice meant, but he felt a deep, dark dread, and he knew he must keep the scar a secret.

And so he did, for many years. He kept his scar hidden and tried to live a normal life as best he could. But one night his secret finally caught up with him.

Late one night, he heard footsteps outside his window. A figure in a long, black cloak seemed to be stalking him. He recognized the face from his nightmares and he knew what it was. The monster had come for him and now it wanted revenge.

The young man ran, but no matter how far he went, the monster followed him. He ran until his legs could no longer carry him and he fell to the ground, exhausted. But the monster was relentless and it grabbed him with its cold, dead hands.

The monster dragged the young man back to his house, where it tore off his shirt, revealing the scar. The monster leered at the young man, telling him he could never hide the truth. Screaming in terror, the young man awoke in his bed.

He was relieved to find it was only a dream, but the scar on his face still remained. He had no idea what it meant or where it had come from but he knew one thing for sure; it would never go away.

The young man kept the monster’s warning close to his heart. He kept the scar a secret and he never told a soul. He never knew the truth behind the scar, but he knew it was a reminder of the danger of darkness, and warning to be wary of those who lurk in the shadows.