The forbidden diary

The forbidden diary- Part 4

Chapter 4

Till death does us apart

As she hurried downstairs as the loud stumps of her footsteps echoed through the house, she hastily sprinted to the door, tears in her eyes, clenching her teeth like a mad dog, and as she pushed the door almost shattered it, but the dark figure was gone, leaving no tracks or other indications it was near her house. She knelt on her knees and grasped her hands firmly, almost bled as her nails penetrated her flesh, and couldn't hold it together but sobbed so loudly that all the animals in hibernation may awaken. "PLEASE!! pierce my filthy vessel and do whatever you want with my soul "as she knelt and pleaded for the figure who was no longer present. The snowstorm pushed gloomy from all directions as she couldn't hold her ground with her mind in utter destruction and made the distance of her vision blurry and unable to see what lay beyond meters from her, but alas, no one was there to hear her cry, hear her suffer, and hear her call for help. She wept and cried till her voice was gone from her throat. She remained there, unable to do anything, unable to think of a solution, and as shadowy figure left her in the midst of the storm with a clod blank face as it stared at the horizon as the shadowy figure faded away. The snowy storm that flooded the land with its pearly run of particles came to an end moment later as the sun appeared partially from the horizon, gloomy raised from the ground as her legs twitched with anxiety and her hands pressed her thighs to support her legs, as dried tears embedded on her face with her eyes so sleepy, yet so anxious to wake up for the next day. She carefully moved her head towards the house's back entrance. As she was ready to open the doorknob, it occurred to her that she had never read the book in order to comprehend the monster that had tormented her for so long, and that the diary could've had some connection to the figure. As she turned her house's doorknob, it made a very loud cracking sound, she dragged the door barely open owing to the snow that had partially blocked it. She entered the home as the wind blew inside, bringing snow to hide some of the discarded papers on the floor, but as she hurried up to the stairs that led to her chamber and which was connected to the Main living room, she observed something gigantic and large enough to fill the room it was in as it crouched within the Livingroom. The ting opened its crimson red eyes as it glowed in the dark lightless chamber and gazed at her in the flash of an eye as gloomy turned her head to the room. As the two stared at each other while waiting, the house fell silent. As a deep creeping mumbling came was heard out of the Livingroom, the creature squinted its eyes, implying twisted laughing. Gloomy stood silently in her spot as the monster got closer to her and its chuckles became louder and louder. A sensation of survival instinct shocked her thoughts and drove her to flee as fast as she could to her room, but as she ran, the object emitted a thunderous scream so loud it thrashed what hung on the walls of the home. When gloomy grabbed for the doorknob to enter it, the entity was revealed to be the shadowy figure itself on its four legs with its eyes glued to gloomy desperately opening the door. the shadowy figure smiled crookedly at the desperation and the fear gloomy had in her hurt, as it hungrily waited for her to look back at it. The Figure shadowy rushed fiercely towards Gloomy, awkwardly attempting to open the door till she managed to enter it just to close it quickly as her heart rate skyrocketed and a rush of adrenaline flooded her veins. It managed to slither its twisted and savage fingers to block the door from shutting and gloomy pressing the door not letting the figure in for who knows what it may do to her, but ultimately the dark figure overpowered her and leaped on top of her with its boney jaw was inches away from her small fragile face. Gloomy yelled from the top of her voice for it to escape, but there was no aval as the figure continued to eye daggering on gloomy with her tears flooded the floor and eyes almost turned backward. at the moments of absolute defeat, she noticed a hot burning candle that fell from the bedside drawer as it created a small fire. she reached to the candle as it pierced the figure's left eye and sent it to roar loudly and gave her a chance to race to the door that led outdoors. Gloomy's tears hovered in the air for seconds, and her legs felt as light as though carried by the wind, and the sound cracked like glass the moment she became lost in the echo of her voice. As the dark figure crashed through the chamber of the door, I flew into the air as it crawled towards her at an abnormal pace, its eyes shone with scarlet red eyes, and its left eye dissolved from the wax that was sealed in it. The existence of the nightmare seemed far beyond Gloomy's grasp and felt a feeling of hopelessness as the shadowy form continued to be approached closer and closer, but the voice it generated felt distant from her. As it crashed to the ground, the floor from the bedroom chamber was engulfed in crimson flames, which brightened the ground floor with their precise light. Gloomy knew she had to escape the home as soon as possible or else she would become one with the house as it decayed faster due to the fire. Her on-fire mattress collapsed over the dark figure's head moments before the figure reached gloomy, and the remainder of the second floor buried it to the ground. A quick tsunami of fire breath pushed gloomy to the ground as she exited the home, and as the building burned, it brightened the immense splendor of the area, which was in absolute darkness. gloomy returned his gaze at the house to see her past engulfed in flames and collapsed to the ground and ending the nightmares and the agony the house gave her in exchange for knowledge. The area became brighter with crimson, green light as the mushroom house's flames became stronger and the smoke kept growing till it reached the clouds. The location was devoid of life and noises, but when the house's structure crumbled, it became the only source of a sound, and all her life's quests became a distant memory as it burned to ashes. The house that gloomy had once brought life into, the secure haven she called home, had gone to dust, and the home she had made memories in had become something from the past. Gloomy's gaze was drawn to the flames as they danced recklessly, consuming all her life's work and memories, transforming them into something from the past. The wind began to build as it danced with the flames, singing deathly chants announcing its ultimate demise, and the wheat field swished and whooshed in all directions. The second story collapsed, causing the fire to breathe loudly as flame particles were launched into the air and transformed into stars that twinkle in the dark. Gloomy glanced at the crumbling foundations of the home, the bookshelves loaded with old treasures that became fuel for the giant fire, and the bed that used to be a haven for her as a protection from the nightmares she had. she stared into the flames as its bright light was mesmerizing for her, as everything she had sacrificed became dust, and the only thing that remind her was herself as droplets of her tears fell to the snowy ground. The sky began to drop snow pellets one by one, shading the globe with a Polka dot of pearly snow, and the wind moved them away like the ocean being dragged by the moon. The world's clock had stopped, and the only sound that came from the sky was the wind singing its wonderful winter night melodies. As gloomy stood there in the midst of the falling rainy snow, she couldn't express any emotion because she couldn't decide whether to be happy that the nightmares and dreadful feelings had died and she would be able to rest forever or to be disappointed and angry that all her efforts to be something and to find a true purpose of her life had turned to ashes and something that belonged to the past. She went towards the blazing home, its warmth tickling her skin, and her eyes squinted as the brightness and intensity of the fire hurt her eyes. She witnessed the house burn from the inside, through the wide-open door, as the stair tumbled to the ground and the living room, which was buried beneath the second story and had taken on an incomprehensible shape as it burned into oblivion. The realization hit her like a slap from a bear's claws, that the nightmares she had endured its harsh days, the shadowy figure's demies to be under the house that became her prison, and that there was now an opportunity for her to start a new life beyond the walls of the mountains, far away from the perplexing woods that covered acres and acres of the land made it almost dangerous for those who journey within She yelled with excitement and joy as her good start for her life was handed to her on a silver platter beyond the woods, where the only way out was deep within its long towers of trees near the ruins where it all started, where the nightmares became real, where the shadowy figure had emerged. Her giddy and joyful smile evaporated, and her eyes lit up as if they had witnessed a massacre, and she suddenly ceased her cheerful dance to become still and quiet. Her thoughts surged through her veins like blood, as everything that had occurred over the months of anguish resurfaced like a film tape of her life before the grim arrived. The air got quiet, the wind rushed away from the mushroom house, and the moon was no longer visible. Gloomy was alone with the journal, which was clean and undamaged, and lying there peacefully as if it waited for her to approach it, her curiosity shredding her brain as if it was hungry for its knowledge. as the world stopped its rhythmic natural music and the wind had faded away as it left gloomy all by herself Deep inside her productive thoughts, she sought to dig out the options so she could choose one that would win, but deep within her heart, she was scared that her choices would be the end of her line and would take her to a bottomless pit of despair. She discovered that she had two options, one of which would lead her to a new life and the other to her doom, and she considered having two of the options, yet she had chosen to read the diary as she assumed that the danger had dissipated, and it was a one in a million chance for her to finally find out the truth. As her hands stretched for the journal, her heart almost stopped beating due to the horrifying yet realistic possibilities of what may happen, as hundreds of scenarios raced through her thoughts. When she touched the book, it was frigid, as if the fire had never been near it, much alone the warmth of it making it a little hotter. She was not relaxed with what she had felt, as though something in her mind proposed her to run as far away as possible from the mushroom house but her unwavering passion for unraveling the mysteries of her discoveries triumphed over her concerns, as her eyes were as wide as a shark and her body trembled with fear as a toddler preparing for punishment from her mommy. As she clutched the diary between her icy arms, ready for the implications of her choice, the weather was cold and the snow began to fall, and the diary was cold as ice while its leathery cover was hard as stone from how stiff it was. She tried her hardest to remove the stone-like cover from the diary, so she didn't shred it and flung it to the pearly ground, and as she opened the journal, there was nothing for her to impede her from reading it. Icey's expression gradually transformed, her Mouth opened wide, and her eyes completely opened as she understanding of what she had read, and an overwhelming wave of regret washed over her. The journal, for which she had formerly sought information, history, and the purpose of it being put so quietly and peacefully on a trunk in the center of the ruins, chose to have nothing to do with it, of it carried her fate as it plunged into gloomy's thoughts while reading the diary page by page. In the last pages of the diary, which had become mudded with dried blood due to the passage of time, a warning for those who might find the diary was written in blood: "thou shall not obtain my sacred dairy for I held the key to your doom, I'll send the devil himself who slaughtered generation after generation of all those who sought after it's dark magic. I alone who served my lord, I alone who shall see him in the afterlife, and I alone who shall build a home sanctuary for it". Gloomy was in complete despair, trying to escape the horror show she was in, but she couldn't move an inch as the realization that doom was truly crawling close to her became unavoidable. Something deep beneath the debris of the home appeared, which the oblivious melancholy didn't see until it was too late. A clicking sound was heard as she turned her head towards the rubble, where the diary was on top of its gurgling noise came to benight the crack as it grew louder, as soon as her eyes locked towards the rubble, she saw it, she saw the shadowy figure with its glowing crimson eyes appeared to the surface with its jaw open wide preparing for a quite a meal. Its head became more evident as it grew closer to dark, with a large mouth overflowing with drools until it leaped and gobbled her whole, leaving her powerless to escape the beast's jaw. helpless she as she feels her bones break from the hard metal like teeth penetrated her bones, her muscles torn apart like leaves, and her helpless yet loud wailing can be heard from miles away. the shadowy figure emerged from the ground as it stared at the burning house, calmly cleaned its teeth from the blood as it left her upper body of her on the snowy ground as the petals of the snow buried her slowly. leaving her and her achievements close to each other to continue to live happily ever after.