And You are Bloody Cursed... (Contest Entry)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's inspired from a true story. Now cause it's a story, it's a bit long. But I am sure you would get trapped by the gothic plot. I tried to prose the story in a poem.

Submitted: May 04, 2015

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And You are Bloody Cursed...

(I)

 

Dark and lonely night- as all would say,
But he heard the screeching noise of silence.
He walked thumping his feet and lips muttering to pray,
As he gazed the dark shadows on his presence.

He was a traveller returning from a funeral in other village,
Struggling through the dark path and hungry gaze.
Held he a torch in his trembling grip,
Flickering light here and there on any rustle, hiss ar drip.

"Well", he thought "If only I could have a companion.."
"Or rather just  a book" would be the saviour in his opinion.
But he rather just sighed as he walked under doubt and fear,
Or indeed his pray succeeded as he saw a small hut near.

Oh! Could see that relief on his face as his gaze chased,
"O Mercy! Greet your presence" cherished his thoughts as he praised.
As his steps diminished the distance between dark and light,
He realised a small shop it was- in this horror someone had might.

And lo! A book shop rather as the traveller's eyes glimmered,
"Where's the owner?!" for the call on the table he hammered.
For quite a while now scanning every book,
No answer came by- disappointed he turned away his look.

"O Weary one!" said a baritone, senile voice from behind,
Relieved with anticipation the passer by turned to that kind.
Hanging in gnarled hands apart from rags was a lantern dim,
And in that faded light stared two cautious yet confident eyes on him.

For that light from lantern gave a view of that clentched hands,
With long, dirty nails his fingers tightened to hide those filthy bands.
Eyes fixated as one could see the dark ditches surrounding them,
For a while the passerby stood startled- his thoughts he couldn't tame.

(II) 


As silence sank and his heart hammered,
"Seeking shelter? Here's none!!" the stranger thundered.
The vibrating jaw gave way to those rotten teeth.
"W..Well, one book", the traveller collected his breath.

And lo! See that poisonous smile spread,
On that hanging, skinny face as those words were said.
Gloriously, holding the lantern like a victory flag,
He lead the way to the counter- creepily dragging in his rag.

"That one", the traveller pointed holding his hand to hide the tremble,
The owner took it out and dusted it off in hasty sramble.
And again the silence spread interrupted with deep breaths,
"Take another" a slimy reply as the owner gazed.

The traveller confused, questioned with urgent demand,
"Inviting.." the owner's eyes dug, "Your Death?!" he announced.
To the traveller's, now fearful weary eyes' objection,
He placidly put it away guaranteeing his rejection.

"But.." the traveller's eyes glued to that book yet "But I..."
"Last page, O passerby, last page.." the owner shook in a sigh.
"Wh.." interrupted he was as a wolf cried far away,
On that moonless night, the wolf begged it in his pray.

And yet the passerby peeping out with his heart in his hand,
The owner explained
"Cursed and plagued, yes. it lies
Even today for empty soul it cries"

And a hungry, dirty smirk spread on his feature,
With fear, tremble, droning heart became curious that foolish creature.

"So, it's just the last page?" guess that curoisity bore poise,
  The silent night hushed itself quiter to adhere to that noise.
"Warning! O Traveller, that's all my generous duty"
But the silly traveller thought nothing apart from this mysterious beauty.

(III)


"Yes! Tell me, O Owner, I did comprehend, tell me the price."
"Hmm! Traveller, don't bargain- I decide that is decided nice"
"So announce it owner" as the traveller's pocket became light,
"Rs. 1000" replied the senile voice with some latent right.

And that missive of omen was exchanged for just a thousand,
And the traveller felt proud in brain and fear in his heart so grand.
He set off again on that lonely road but with companions now,
A book and 'someone' along- learned so foolish he was how?

"O traveller! Just one farewell I'll bid" stranger shouted "LIVE!!"
"Try to live, passerby" the lantern lighted his greedy smile he did give.
But the traveller in that yellow light of low battery torch began,
The path to... Through the words on book he swiftly ran.

Word by word- he read but mind fixed on that last page,
To understand and concentrate he had to recite his fondeled gaze.
And again and again his fingers ran through the pages left,
Among those hundred pages.'The End' is where he was left.

And then finally he finished those 'useless' texts,
And shut the book forcing to control himself to his best.
As he walked, the silent night screamed at him,
And the atmosphere pressured him filled to capacity's brim.

And a voice yelled a him"Look..look what's in this bloody book?"
And his mind crushed by his heart- in this bloody war he shook.
"God! This impasse... pass me through"
"Guide me O powers! What should I do?"

The curoisity on his heathen heart hovered him,
Like the devil took his finger and carried to the gloomiest dim.
He could feel red hungry eyes of the book staring and seeking,
Like demons would rather cut his throat red thick poison leaking.

(IV)


He called upon Angels who remained silent on sight of that script,
And O Behold! as the wind turned cool and chilled its shift.
He opened, yes, he opened that haunted page slowly,
His eyes narrowed preventing his silly intellect poisoned slowly.

His voice sent out for help as his eyes sank to the dirt,
Crumpled himself- leaving his dying beats falling on earth.
His frightened eyes, now bulging out dreadously,
And hands beating on that cold road tremendously.

Poisoned water falling from eyes begging for mercy,
But it seemed demons dig their nails hungrily.
And slowly, the dark night befriended a blue mate.
And one good life lost in inglory on that cursed date.

This morning, we found that old good man lying on that road.
Still open were his eyes- begging and broad.
A fear on his face- like a thosand demons daggered.
And urge in his vision- like millions stolen staggered.

And I saw that haunted text lying proudly,
' Your Destiny' was written on the cover in red boldly.
And with no breeze flowing, suddenly pages began to flutter,
They drifted hastily and hastened to the shutter.

And everyone there gasped and closed their eyes,
To prevent any omen-ill destiny, curse or maybe demise.
But I gazed purely through that worn out yellow page,
And it rather confused my inner self to the best.

With unholy heathen red ink those words written forloning every man,
With gift of death, with a frown and smirk, it shouted "Rs. Ten"...


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