Soul

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Some desperate spirits wander around and feeds on the soul of any human who stays for long period of time in the same house.

Submitted: June 17, 2014

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‘Take me out of here,’ cried Mathew, ‘Please…ple…ase…’ his eyes swollen, sore, red and mucky. It burned when he tried to open. The blood oozed out and the pain was so intense it felt like his eyes would protuberate in any moment. 

Mathew was shaken completely.  He tried to clear his mind but the pain would get worse. As he stood covering his eyes he thought back few minutes ago how comfortably he was sleeping. But could not make any head or tail how he got in this condition.

‘Mathew, wake up.  The key is kept on the table. Do not forget to put off the lights and fan when you go. I am leaving now,’ ordered his mother as she was heading to her office.

Mathew a high school kid, he cannot be put under the mischievous kids category. He was a calm, clever and obedient boy at least that was all thought about him. He had his class in the afternoon so he lazily went back to sleep.

Not long he had gone into his past. The pain would bring him back to the reality which he did not want to accept His face was disfigured and body beaten badly so much so that he had to sit in four legs. Faintly, he could hear distinct voice.  He could hear his mother addressing him but could not make out what it was. He tried to call his mother but then he lost his voice.

His breath was coming in spurts. He had no idea where he is. ‘What key? Who is calling me?’ Mathew kept on thinking. A faint chain of memories flashed in his mind about his school, his mother, his beautiful house in which they had just shifted a few weeks ago. He felt the walls. They were icy cold weird he thought because he felt his body warm. He heard voices again so he crawled towards the voice. The floor was covered with nails kept upside down. The nails pierced his palm and knee in each step that he took yet he kept on with the pace for he did not want to let go the voice. He crawled without knowing where with his eyes closed just his ears guiding him in the dark.

The voices where becoming clear, precise. He heard murmurs, glass clinging and men talking. He stood still on his four legs. Hoping there would be someone who would take notice of him.

‘Welcome,’ greeted a deep husky voiced man helping Mathew to get on his feet.

Mathew was now all covered in blood and some nails were still hanging on his bare skin. The eyes had thin film of flesh. The skin got rotten within few seconds and he was losing lot of blood all the more. The bright light shone on him where he was urged to open his eyes. He could see a bit. He felt his eyes. The eye lids were torn, his ears were nibbled and his lips cut which gave him a new set of pain when he tried to talk.

He saw himself standing near his bed. He saw himself sleeping. He gazed around to see the room. It was filled with half a dozen of men. Before he could speak the husky voiced man spoke, ‘We used to stay here before you came.’

‘This house is enticing but it does not allow any men to stay peacefully and rest of the family members will lead very pathetic death,’ said another disfigured man.

Mathew could not say whether he was hallucinating or having a bad dream. Sure, the pain he felt was for real like. He was petrified, scared and eager for his mother’s presence.

‘Why? What did we do? Mathew asked.

‘You don’t need to do anything to meet this faith. There are some souls desperate to have a body to stay. None have seen it but can feel the strong presence of it when it nears us. And who so ever stays in his house ends up like us,’ said the husky voiced man, ‘We were once the owner of this house and we have seen how our family has died painfully,’

‘But…’  Mathew’s words were cut short when he saw his mother nearing his corps.

‘Mathew…Matt?’ his mother was calling desperately.

The room was dull and misty. He could see nothing more but faint cry of his dear mother. He tried to touch her but he went past her. He was desperate to tell her and warn her, but in vain.

Every last breath of his soul was ripped apart. The wounds increased and blood dripped heavily. The time had come to take the soul and feed it to the house he could feel it very precisely. He was not afraid of what may happen to him now. But of his mother who will meet an unnatural death.

The walls were nearing and the misty fog increased in his room. He could hear his mother’s cry distinctly. The souls were dragged and absorbed into the walls and along went Mathew’s.

 

 


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