Authoress POVSo, Peggy and her husband returned home together peacefully. But while reading, did your mind at least wonder off to what must have happened to the priest that tried to help them? If it didn't, please try to pay more attention to every little detail. If you did, congrats. You are one heck of a reader. Now back to what I was saying. The priest had left the mental asylum after looking through what chaos had happened there. The priest didn't go on foot. Someone had offered to drop him off. And the priest accepted since it was already night and it was dark. What had brightened up the environment a bit was the moonlight. But too bad for him and too bad for the person who had dared to help the man who thought he could interfere in the devil's business and live to tell the tale.    While the man who had offered to drop the priest continued driv

Although his appearance was terrifying and I was horrified of being locked in a small room, something in me told me that I knew this Unknown. Who he was wasn't clear in the physical but there was something which made him familiar to me. No it's not his voice. No, not his blurred out face and not even his evil aura.  Yes his presence is of evil. He wasn't good to look at and his voice was horrifically resounding as he spoke. But in all this I'm sure I knew him. I just don't know how. As I was lost in thought, the loud bang of the door brought me back into reality. He had locked me in. I suddenly felt the air around me leaving the room because I found it difficult to breathe in tight spaces.  I hated being locked up as I was cluster phobic. He has used my own gear against me.  I screamed out for help hoping that some

Some sort of creature was facing my room wall at the opposite side of my bed. It wrote on my wall with a strange language. The creatures long fingers cut through the walls with ease as it continued writing. At this moment I only saw ifs back view. The creature was tall and skinny. It looked like a skeleton but it had some rope like skin still attached to itself. It seemed to have noticed my presence now because it had stopped writing and started to turn its head without actually moving its body from its original position. Finally, it had its face fully turned to mine. I know most people would be afraid of this but surprisingly I wasn't. The creature's face was also covered in rope like skin and seemed moist. The eyes seemed to want to pop out and roll away on the floor at any minute. This was truly a sight to behold. I'm not sure what this cr

I reached home and I was happy I could finally breathe. Once I entered my room, I took off my glasses, braces, old cap and baggy old clothes and entered the shower immediately. After a soothing bath, I went back into my room with a towel around my body and wore my usual clothes. Not the nerdy clothes I wear at school but my pretty dresses. Yeah, I'm actually the beautiful daughter of a very rich man in this city but I keep my identity hidden. In the last school I've been to, two boys and I got detention because those two boys were caught fighting. You might be wondering what that got to do with me. Well, let's just say these two boys weren't just fighting. They were actually fighting to see who was strong enough to be my boyfriend. To be honest, I was the one who had asked them to fight because they were both so cute and I didn't know which one to choose. I was the qu

My mind screamed help silently.  I wish someone would just come to my rescue and it would all be over. It brought out its index claw and lowered it to my left foot which I couldn't move. The claw touched my feet and it made me shriek silently. It didn't even stop there. It continued piercing against my left foot till I started to see blood come out. My eye lids couldn't even shut itself. I was forced to feel pain and watch the cause of the pain without being able to do anything about it. The thing continued till it was half way deep in left foot and then it looked up at my face. "Youu telll yourrr dadd thattt Lucifff didd nothiiinngg." It said slowly, dragging each word. What? Did lucky send this thing to torture me? That boy... Who... What is he?  The thing sunk its claw deeper into my left foot. I shouted without my words making i