HORROR TALES

The Ominous Road Taken

John glanced at the gps. He was still far from his destination. He took the shortcut through the forest. Darkness was gathering and strong winds were starting to blow indicating the coming of a storm. It was followed by the thundering of clouds. Suddenly his car broke down. He opened the door and slammed his fists against the bonnet. He tried to fix it but all in vain. The fuel had run down.
There was nothing but those eerie trees which made swishing sounds when the wind blew. He decided to walk in the hope of finding a filling station. The winds were getting stronger. The moon hid behind the clouds like a miscreant hiding behind a door. It was pitch black all around. But John went on and on. Suddenly he found himself standing in front of a huge mansion. The road had ended. He glanced at his watch, it was 9:00 p.m. It was too late. He knocked at the door but no reply came. He knocked again but still, no one came out. He muttered," It seems this house has been abandoned. I wish I had a home as this. " As he turned to leave, he heard a clatter of utensils and unlocking of chains. A tall man came out and said in a low menacing voice," Who are you ? What are you doing at this hour of the night? You should not have been here. Leave as fast as you can." But after some thought, he said," But it is now too late. You can stay here for a night and leave tomorrow. "John was pleased with this strange hospitality and burst into thanks to this strange man.
Letting him in, he closed the door not forgetting to lock it. As he turned around John saw in the full light of the lamp above that he was a well-built man, probably a wrestler in his past. His head was covered with frizzy hair and eyes stretching to the back of his head. He picked up the lamp and asked John to follow him. John said," Do you live alone ?" The man stopped dead in his tracks for a few moments and just stared back at him. Without replying, he kept on walking. The long corridor would have looked beautiful in the past with paintings and murals but now they were covered with dust. He was led into a big hall with a long dining table. The man spoke," Mr So and so. I am least interested in knowing your name. I don't have any food to give to you. You can sleep here on a chair. I think I have done my duty." And giving a satisfactory sneer he disappeared into the darkness of the corridor. John could make out a great hunchback on his back against the light but shrugging my shoulders. He sat on a chair at the dining table. He thanked his fortune for it was difficult to find such people who took sympathy at one's sorry plight.
He looked around at the ceiling which seemed to be rising to infinity. The dining table stretched to the farthest end of the room and had enough chairs by its side to accommodate about a hundred people. He could make out that this mansion must have been some monarch's palace in its past. There was a dusty red cloth spread on the table and what attracted his attention the most was the symbol of a skull that it bore in its centre. The flickering lamps made a shiver run down his back.
John now felt a little sleepy. He had been driving continuously for six hours which had drained all his energy. As he was about to go to sleep, he felt a drop of water dripping on his lap. It was some thick, fluid one which he had never seen although being in a construction company for seven years. He tried to look up to its source but it was too dark to make any inference. Leaving it to its fate he tried to sleep. Just then he heard a snarl from above. John stood startled at this strange event. He clutched the arm of the chair tightly and rubbing his eyes he tried to look up. But it was too dark to make out what caused that sound. Just then he heard a knock at the door. John just stood there unable to move a step. Then gathering up courage he went towards the door. It was the the same man who had given him entrance but John was could remember clearly that he had gone the other way inside the house. He opened the door and let him in. The man bolted inside like lightning and went to that long table. He was carrying a heavy bag which he was carrying. John followed him. Just then something caught his eye which made him imagine that he had better perished in the cold outside than step into this place, worse than hell. It was a mark of a dagger with two drops of blood on its blade which John saw on his hand.
John felt himself in the grip of a strange fear. He fell loose on the chair. It attracted the attention of that devil whom he saw in the disguise of the man. He grinned showing the long row canines. He dragged a chair and sat infront of the victim. He started,"Do you remember the cult which once inhabited the lands of Greenland. There was no man in it but one. The cult nearly brought the Satan to earth. But suddenly the cult vanished into thin air. However, a few days later, it was found that the only man in it had escaped and now that man now sits infront of you. I am the one who saved the word from hell. " John was stuck to his chair. He couldn't move a finger. The man continued," And now you see my victory." He lighted the gas and pointed to the ceiling. John rolled his eyes. He saw the bodies of the cultists hanging from chains there heads sunk deep into their breasts. " And now I demand your blood," the man cried, charging towards John with a knife in his hand. Then just like a flash of lightning, John broke his trance and flung the chair at the monster. It went crashing and the man banged against the table. John now stood over his chest and cried ," Do you think I am a fool to pass through this forbidden road ? Now you die at the hands of me, the Satan himself. " He said a few strange words and all the chains which hung the occultists above began to break. And what happened thereafter was that all hell broke loose.

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