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Chapter 6: Agony of Mors. Content Warning.
January 19, 2598 | 12:19 a.m. Friday early morning Deep in the foggy visage of the stream, beneath the safety of the weeping willow, Mors and I sat together for a few hours. In that moment he was unable to shift from the "monstrous" form into his human form. Our argument triggered an excess of agony within his very being. There is much even he does not understand about his own abilities and how they work. As we sat there talking, Mors mentioned that he was astonished on how I managed to walk through his aura of agony. Or at least that is what he perceived it to be. If I am being honest, I find it rather perplexing that I was able to make it to him with that amount of anguish flowing into my soul. Then again, it was no different than the pain I had felt when I lost Nen, or every single betrayal I had experienced. I do not have a satisfactory answer for either one of us. Instead, I put it rather simply. I was not going to stop at anything to make sure he was alright. I could tell that part of him did not completely accept what I was trying to convey. Though I do believe that he knew I was trying to be empathetic towards him. It was a struggle to empathize. I didn't know exactly what he needed, nor how I was supposed to feel. All I knew is that in the moment he needed me, which gave me the reason to attempt. I felt as if I could not bare to part with someone who was truly kind hearted either. It frightened me to my very core. After I confided about how much it frightened me to be without him, he had the audacity to chuckle in that deep demonic voice of his. I must admit that it was interesting to hear the difference between his human form and the one before me. He stated that I was his connection to this world. That it is his choice to remain by my side, however, he didn't like how I snapped at him. That was indeed a low point for me. He fed me. Yet I snapped. He made sure I was safe, protected, and clothed. Then I repay him by snapping out of anger and frustration. Before you even ask, Reader, I did apologize for my actions.
By Somniare Omnia2 months ago in Horror
Chapter 5: Maidwick Woods. Content Warning.
January 18, 2598 | 2:38 a.m. Thursday early morning Old decaying trees lay on amongst the new foliage as we entered Maidwick Woods. The woods seemed more like a forest with its denseness above. Even the moonlight struggled to penetrate through the thick mix of leaves and branches. If I am being honest, and I usually am, it was like entering another realm all together. What little moonlight came through the canopy provided a soft whitish blue light. It was slightly foggy out, which made the area seem hauntingly ethereal. The elegance of it all is truly hard to put into great detail. I would say that it is one of those places you must see for yourself. From all the decaying trees, we could see the new life sprouting. Mushrooms, insects, even grass and flowers were growing from the the trees, given the climate was absolutely perfection. I feel like we have been sauntering through here for hours. Mors believes it had only been about 30 minutes in total. Before I completely forget it about it. Right before we entered the woods, I saw something. I wish it were not important to document. There were three people bound to poles, facing the woods. They were battered, bruised, bleeding, and stripped of all dignity. For a brief moment we paused, taking in their visage. Once it was all processed and the shock wore off, which was a brief moment, we rushed to the trio. Mors took their agony as I untied them. If their wounds had been worse, I would have used Verity. Choosing not to use Verity actually brought about a dispute between Mors and I. He stated, and I quote, "what is the point in having a power such as yours if you are not willing to use it? Are you looking down on them for being human? Is this about revenge?!" End quote. As frustrating as it is for me, I understand. It isn't about what I could do. It was about the principle. To put it simply, I refused to cross that line. I tried to explain. I attempted to explain that I would have used Verity if they would not have survived on their own. For some reason he has decided to still be angry with me for lack of using it. Does he not realized that he acts as if I had betrayed us all to the enemy for my refusal in using it. However, it is my choice in whether or not to use it. Either way this incident has put a rift between us. Now that we have gotten that out of the way. Back to going through the woods in order to get caught up to the present. Even Mors was in awe to the point I believe he forgot he was angry with me. Maidwick Woods: overgrown, decaying foliage, thriving ecosystem, and a few manmade structures. The manmade structures seemed to be various types of vehicles, a few shacks, plus some cabins. There were plenty of old broken wood fences spread out among the overgrown pathways. If we hadn't notice the remains of the fence, we would have never known about the path. Perhaps there were many more paths at one point, however this particular one happened to be the only path we found. It lead us to a strangely large cabin. One that could easily house about a hundred people comfortably. Walking up on it, I could see that nature had reclaimed at least the outside of this cabin. Though I would say it is more of a lodge than a typical cabin. It was absolutely gorgeous to see it bathing in the light of the moon above. Almost like a paradise for the hopeless and downtrodden. It was a calming place at first glance. Mors seemed indifferent with it, meanwhile I felt a strong pull. It was like a magnetism of some sort that felt strange to feel. I could not help but move quickly to the entrance of the lodge. Mors, even being angry, seemed to be rather worried. He rushed over to me, trying to make sure I didn't rush into a trap. Unfortunately I fought him, desperate to move forward. There was indeed a trap. As I write this, I feel as if I am starving. Anyway. The trap. I walked right into it, which is strange that I was affected by something so simplistic. Perhaps it is because I haven't been out among others in so very long. Maybe there is another aspect I have not thought of yet. It felt strange as I was hit. A sharp pain hit me, more like pierced into me. The last thing I remember before waking up inside the lodge was Mors rushing to my side petrified of what he had seen.
By Somniare Omnia2 months ago in Horror
Grandma's Attic
Darkness fell as we arrived at my Grandma’s house. It was unseasonably cold for an autumn evening, but neither my parents nor I thought anything of the bitter chill as we entered the warm, welcoming home. The kitchen was full of the scents of a dinner nearly ready to be served, mugs of hot tea and coffee ready to warm our hands and bellies as we settled in the small living room.
By Beth Godfrey2 months ago in Horror
Five Terrifying Monsters Lurking Beyond the Headlines
When we talk about monsters, certain names immediately pop up, right? Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, and of course, Mothman. But these famous cryptids are just the tip of the iceberg! The world is still full of unexplored places, deep jungles, murky swamps, and massive cave systems, meaning there could be countless creatures out there that have managed to escape our notice.
By Areeba Umair2 months ago in Horror
The Mysterious Disappearance of Malaysia Airlines. Content Warning.
Few mysteries in modern aviation history have captivated the world like the disappearance of Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370. On March 8, 2014, a Boeing 777 carrying 239 passengers and crew vanished without a trace while flying from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing. Despite one of the largest search operations in history, the fate of MH370 remains one of aviation’s most baffling unsolved mysteries.
By Haunted Secrets2 months ago in Horror
The Legend of Hot Dog Tommy
The Legend of Hot Dog Tommy I was hiding in my room in the tight corner of my bed, under all the blankets I could find. With the long skinny pillow layering the front of my body, I almost felt safe. My door was locked. Someone flicked the hallway light switch off and only the radiance of moonlight filtered in through the window, throwing a thin glow over my Peter Maxx posters. My room was deceptively bright and happy.
By Hollye B Green2 months ago in Horror
Leave Me Alone
I thought it was just a plea. A simple, desperate whisper to the world: “Leave me alone.” I had been running for weeks, hiding from faces I once trusted, shadows that had grown longer than my own. I thought isolation would bring relief, that solitude would mend the fractures in my mind. But that night, I realized the words had a life of their own, and the life they demanded wasn’t mine to give.
By LUNA EDITH2 months ago in Horror
