The Terror At Night
The broad smile on Mr. Philip's face fade gently as he sights what glared like smeared blood on the wall through the glinted light that shone dully. It was still fresh dripping from a foible ceiling board, his eyes widened bickering in his eyes socket, the sight of it made his knee weak as he dabbled his steps. Shortly, the full moon shined through the pane windows reflecting the liquid on the wall and he realized it was a drip of water. He sighed softly, relieved of the tension. Mr. Philip had moved in here barely a week after his retirement in the military, he had bought a cottage located in the outskirt of the town close to the cemetery. What he loved most was the serenity he enjoys in the environment as people dread to raise structures around the vicinity.
He had resumed his reading when he saw a reflection in the window. "He wasn't alone", he said as his pulse ramped up. Weapon! his mind screamed, he darted toward the wide AK-47, he wasn't expecting anyone, not in the middle of this night. He walked slowly toward the window aiming at the direction the silhouette figure had enacted, he slid his fingers around the trigger, appalled by how much his hands shook. But, nothing, no one. His pulse roared and confusion flashed through him and realized the reflection was just himself. He hissed, reliving his nerves. It has been his reflection refracting by the position of the moon.
The bravery and training of someone, even someone like Mr. Philip, vanishes on the spot in the face of a presence like the one he perceived. In the face of a dead man walking, a gun is a joke. Fortunately the sun came to save him and bring him to his senses. Entertaining story, @dwixer
I enjoyed this story, @dwixer. You did a nice job with the suspense! This story would benefit from an edit, however, which could help you to make sure each sentence says what you really mean.
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I loved reading this dear... Lol. But wouldn't an AK-47 be hard to control in a dire situation like that... A Beretta is perfect... What do you think?
Alright. But i loved it though. The man get mind to stay for that kind place sha. No Nigerian would. Not even me
Wow. Damn. I can't ooo. Me that can fear.
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I must say Philips is a brave man. Yes, his military training kind of gave him the courage to live close to a cemetery but when he came face to face with the unnatural, he packed and left!
Captivating! Well done. 🙂
Even I would have been frightened by such a supernatural experience. You compensated the story with pure horror style, whether it is something spectral, the character's imagination or real, you play with the reader with mastery. In the end we thought it was just imagination, but there is the proof, there is the blood that is real.
Magnificent.
He should have picked a different place if he wanted serenity, this is a good example of poor housing location, at least he learned a valuable lesson: consult the professionals!(Real Estate Agents) 😁
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