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Portrait of a Man, Passed Away [Short Horror Story]

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Z0rr0w is not online. Z0rr0w
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24 Oct 2015 01:29 PM
Is it not a creeping dread we face every day of our lives? We're all living too quick, and dying too slow. The slow death that marks each waking moment, then, is embodied and made incarnate in such a being as that which I've so set my eyes upon. Hear me now and hear me well: do not venture forth from the safe haven of your home on any night of this month, for the slow Death that consumes you now will quicken his cold grip and take you away then and there.

I was out and about upon the street late last night. Only now am I blessed with the proper sight to see how foolish such a decision was, for my very soul and home are haunted by the ghastly presence of which I was cursed. In bed, I get no rest. Every creaking noise that comes from the structure of the house shifting ever so slightly stirs me awake, forcing me to roll onto my other side and look at my doorway. Each time I look, each time I expect to see the specter that so takes my security away just from its presence. And every time I roll back over to sleep, I expect to see it lying there with my, grasping my head in its horrid hands and stealing the very essence of my life from me. It's the representation of the demons within all of humanity. It's a reflection of my own evil, the people I've wronged in the past, the people who will never forgive me. I fight to keep the demons in, but I've never succeeded. I failed.

I'd gone out that night, then, to partake in my demons. To pick up a bottle of that vile poison which so enthralls our youth and their worthless fathers alike, is a sin itself. And to drink of it is to accept a contract with the Devil himself. I wish I could attribute the horror I faced to a mere hallucination caused by the inhibition of my brain cells from the foul liquid. But, the terror of what greeted me in the night is something far too certain, too palpable, too undeniable that if I were to shoo it away as a trick of my mind then I would be lying to myself, and there would be no truth in me.

I see it now as I write this. I fear that the moment I cease to draw this pen against the white sheet, my sight will be taken with my soul. The whiteness of this paper is calming to me. How strange, as that night, whiteness had been my downfall. I recall it now vividly, the whiteness of that being, the sheer pallidity and paleness of the figure. White is known as the universal color of good, purity, and so on and so forth. But such an intense white as that of the being that so haunts my thoughts is one lacking in any good or purity found in the world and beyond. A starch whiteness to contrast the black of the night that brought about the vividly awful thoughts that plagues my mind. A whiteness as bright as the light one sees when they're a second away from death, a whiteness that reflects the mortality of anyone who looks at it. For, looking at the cruel being and its horrid smile, one sees themselves. The pain of it all, to look at yourself in such a light, with such whiteness. Does man, therefore, fear itself? Is the creature I saw that night a reflection of my own psyche, and of the Devil's drink I took part in earlier on, and of every sin I've committed in my life? Perhaps what I fear is not the being that haunts me, but the eternal damnation I will surely face when the being steals away my life.

I walked home from that house of sin and pleasure. Nobody would drive me home, and I certainly could not drive myself. As I arrived at my house, I fumbled in my pocket for the keys. Though, this action was unnecessary. The being that terrorizes me now was already in my home, awaiting me. It was kind enough to open the door for me, and wicked enough to give me time to set my eyes upon it.

Writing about it, I fear all the tools of death it could inflict upon me. I fear it shall grasp my hand and crush it completely, doing the same with the rest of my body parts. I fear it will turn me around in my chair and wrap its cold hands around my neck, squeezing the life from my body and quickening the ticking of life's clock. I will then include here my will. For I know I will not live through the night, and I wish for the fate of my belongings to be properly addressed. I wish for all of my worldly possessions to be burned and reduced to ash. Everything I own is accursed now by that which will soon introduce me to my Creator. I wish not for any it to fall into the hands of an innocent. My body too, shall be burned and turned to ash. This is not for a selfless reason, no, this is wholly selfish in nature. I want my ashes to be spread over a river. Perhaps then, what remains of my body will be able to escape the creature that will not allow me to be let alone. I tell you now, dear reader, and I beg you listen well. That creature will not rest after it's taken me from this world. If I am to be buried, it will surely crawl into my grave with me to ensure I will not have rest even in death. So then, I must request the cremation of my body and the spreading of my ashes. This writing soon comes to an end, as does my life.

The horror awaited me in my home. A simple image captured by my eyes and processed by my inebriated brain. I had stumbled all the way home previously. Everything was blurred, colors blended and meshed together. But when I gazed upon that ghastly white figure at my door, I could see it clearly. Every inch of its fear-inducing form, every part of its inhuman and too human body that would come to haunt my thoughts until the moment I die.

For reader, I tell you now without a lie what that figure was. I remember it with absolute clarity, and I seek not to mislead you. Once again I warn you, do not go outside on any night of this month, for the creature may await you in your own home when you return. When that door swung open, my mind was ruined by the sheer momentum of what happened: A SKELETON APPEARED. IT WAS A SPOOKY, SCARY SKELETON, I TELL YOU DEAR READER. FOR NOW IT WAITS FOR ME IN MY HOME AND WILL NOT LEAVE ME ALONE, READER. IT CAME OUT AT ME THAT NIGHT WITH A BASKET MADE TO LOOK LIKE A PUMPKIN, AND IT SAID TO ME "HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"


happy halloween rpf! be sure to stay safe whenever halloween night comes around. accept candy from strangers but not strangers that look very old and very interested in you. make sure your parents check all your candy before you eat it, it might be poisoned with the devil's lettuce.
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PurringThunder is not online. PurringThunder
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24 Oct 2015 05:30 PM
Wow, this is a great piece of literature; really deep and-
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Z0rr0w is not online. Z0rr0w
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24 Oct 2015 08:12 PM
thanks I worked really hard on it
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Z0rr0w is not online. Z0rr0w
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31 Oct 2015 12:28 AM
Halloween bump! Happy Halloween friends!
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PickachuGirl is not online. PickachuGirl
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31 Oct 2015 12:35 AM
im spooked. you've spooked me.

pls ansr
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Z0rr0w is not online. Z0rr0w
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31 Oct 2015 02:46 PM
Spooking people was my primary goal in writing this story.
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jdogie is not online. jdogie
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31 Oct 2015 02:55 PM
This was a very great read and an amazing ending to the story.

Nice work.
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jennapenna2 is not online. jennapenna2
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31 Oct 2015 04:38 PM
Wowowowow.
Such greatness.
Bump deseveres a bump.
More people need to see.
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matthewl1111 is not online. matthewl1111
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31 Oct 2015 06:21 PM
i thought it would be trash

but the ending

that ending

-tear of amazement-
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PurringThunder is not online. PurringThunder
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15 Jul 2017 12:16 AM
Spooky bump for a forum that's gonna die soon
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