He looked at the door he had walked through many times before - but this time it was different - something was trying to enter. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it. The skin quivered as he could feel the hairs on his forearms stand straight, as if a cold breeze had brushed by on a warm day.
But this was no warm day. It was dark, it was damp, it was dripping and he was alone - the blackness of the passageway lay behind, the chipped white paint of the wooden door ahead - like a massive bleached bone standing in the darkness as an edifice to the gates of the damned. Every fiber of his body twitched, begging him to turn away, let it be, ignorance is bliss. Yet, his feet stood firmly planted, his nerve endings unwilling to play their part and fire a message to run, not even for his own survival.
The vaulted ceiling lay high overhead, the walls too far to touch and still they crushed him between their narrowing march in his mind. The space of childhood had become a surrealist's dream, a twisted and distorted compilation of familiar, disjointed from reality, to form an architectural impossibility. It would have been beautiful if it hadn't been for the evil looking to enter and devour what was inside. Perhaps it was beautiful still - a primal scream that can only be created from pure fear.
The door shook as if hammered by a mighty fist, with flakes of peeling paint and dust falling silently to the floor and no sound emanating from what had caused them to break free from their perch. A second and the a third, until the fourth splintered the wood that had held the dark out for as long as it had stood guard.
He had always known that something had been waiting to enter this world, to take hold of all it can and drag it back to wherever it called home. Home. A pace of comfort and security, a place where one can be oneself, but what does that become when one is the core of horror and home is where hell is?
He looked on at the scene laid in front, the awe of the silence as the very walls vibrated in his ears and from the sliver of space where the shard of wood had fallen free, the gleaming shine from the darkness of a pupil, contrasted by the white of an eye, rimmed only by a thin line of fire as an iris, burning with intent.
Clawed fingers hooked through the crevice and started to tear it back, widening it a little more with each attempt - all the while the eye stayed focused, unwavering and unforgiving on the prey in wait, the child it had claimed as its own long ago. A deal struck and promises made and the time had come to claim its prize.
He knew he must act, do something or his life was to end before it had even had a chance to start. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out - he tried again and a whisper passed his lips as he watched the boned arm reach through the now useless door and tear away at the chain that had held the world whole for so long and now, it was set to be torn apart.
As the door flew aside and the beast flooded into the corridor, with the last of his might his voice built inside and a light broke through his mouth to illuminate the space leaving no shadow, except on the face of death itself...
YOU CAN'T COME IN!
And in the light the evil stopped still in its tracks, inches from the face of the boy, eye to eye, as a grin crossed its face and it whispered.
Yes I can.
The darkness returned.
Taraz
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Was wondering where the eye photo came from. Maybe a selfie after a night out at when you were in Warsaw. Just looks so intense and perfect for the post lol. I see the usual suspects are still up and bet you have loads of building work planed for tomorrow.
It is a selfie - i don't do well as an Instagram model
Yep - got some reno work to do, as well as some planning for next week's work to be done. Will head to bed soon though.
What are you up to this weekend?
Absolutely nothing lol. Have a meeting on Monday as one of my retrenched clients called me for me to come see his new place of work. That is why it is advisable to have good relationships with everyone as you never know. Some American owned ink and dye factory so not sure how big an account it will be, but at least a new account so no complaints. Have another live bait or retrenched contact starting at another company on Monday so will catch up mid week with him. still tough going otherwise for now with nothing looking that promising until next year. It is just getting too late in the year already and businesses are close to missing the season. I know the bigger retailers anything after the 15th of November and chances are you have missed Christmas. The worrying sign is there is no mad rush and no urgency anywhere so it tells me the year is done in many ways already. No money is the big problem as the government has handed out literally $20 per month for unemployment which is a joke.
It is pretty incredible that the governments can lockdown people and also give them no way to provide for themselves either.
Hopefully at least the couple of contacts pan out and who knows, they might grow larger in the recovery. Good luck.
Fabulous! You had me hanging on every word.
Thank you. I haven't written any fiction for awhile again and feel rusty.
We hope, we pray, we pretend we are not the prey. that was a dang fine story, I really liked the ending
*Yes I can.*Thanks mate :)
A great little story, especially for this time of year.
Thanks! I thought it would be fitting to give a little horror a whirl
This is amazing plus to think that it coincides so well with the Halloween season perfects your writing dexterity.
Well done! @tarazkp
I like a little horror from time to time. :)
I recently saw a bumper sticker:
If ignorance is bliss, why aren’t more people happy?
Good question. Did you sort out LEO?
Yes. It was the copy-paste.
Wasnt sure if I was reading a short Stephen king few paragraphs or what. Cool little blurb here!
I wish I had the patience to write a novel - or perhaps the skill to write a short story for adaptation to film :)
It just did? 😆 love the descriptions 🙃
It did indeed. :D
Dear @tarazkp, Are you writing a horror novel about Halloween? Does Finland have Halloween festivals?
For Halloween, yes. No Halloween in Finland, it is a US thing. What they do have here though is a day to remember the dead and people put candles at the graveyards.
I didn't know that Halloween was an American festival. I knew for the first time that in Finland there are days to celebrate the graves of the deceased by placing candles on them.
Maybe there is no Halloween in Australia? Are there any festivals celebrating the dead in Australia?
There are also days in Korea to commemorate the deceased by going to the graves of the deceased.
There is no halloween in Australia - or at least, shouldn't be. As far as I know, there isn't much celebrating the dead in Australia, but each family is different.
I see.