100 Morbid Themes

7. Seven Devils

A/N: Special thanks goes to "Random Name Generator". Thus, apologies for the oddities.

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61. Magus Nex

She is the only one left. Her three friends have already looked into the mirror and seen their potential future. And since you were not supposed to say anything about it, the divination continued in silence. Although, they still whispered and giggled, and the weather was playing along too. The moon was out, all was calm.

But Petrana was still afraid. She did not even want to see her future. It was all too convenient. She braced herself and opened her eyes.

Darkness.

Unsurprisingly, she did not see anything. Not her reflection, not the pale moonlight. Nothing.

At that moment, she would have been grateful to see even the face of death itself. That would have been an explanation, at least. But this...

Something moved in that abyss of a mirror, and she nearly recoiled.

"Are you alright?" her friend's voice almost made her jump as well. She did not want to spoil their fun.

She could not tear her eyes away and just nodded. As she continued to gaze into her future, Petrana's only solace was her intuition. She hadn't wanted to look, so maybe she would be able to avoid this nothingness that was coming.

62. Arisen

The traveller couldn't help his curiosity. The villagers had warned him not to enter the forest, but he was a scientist. Trees the size of skyscrapers, and a mysterious black cocoon that no one dared to approach? That was too much to resist.

He had thanked the drunk woodcutter handsomely, so no one was left disappointed. The cocoon was more of a sphere, and as the man approached it, his heart soared. A Nobel Prize flashed through his mind and the anticipation of fame and money, and interviews and a personal lab made the usually cautious man careless. He probed the mystery with a knife.

And it never occurred to him, not even when the humanoid shape slipped out of the sphere and onto the ground, or when he began to cut away at the black...something that covered it, and a hand reached out towards him.

It never occurred to him until it was too late.

63. Rot

"It's not too bad. If you renew the seal every two months, you should be alright. Life expectancy shouldn't go down either."

Joshua was unconvinced. His colleague's arm was purple from the elbow up, and his shoulder looked like it was growing small stalagmites. He knew each movement came with the feeling of little needles stabbing directly into nerve clusters.

Joshua's curse had only spread through his palm, but that had been enough to send him into a shock. He couldn't imagine working like this man. Moving like nothing happened, smiling so carefree. Not with this grotesque sight greeting him in every mirror.

64. Spatter

They are emptying buckets of water into the well. She doesn't understand why. To drown her? Any minute now, she's going to land at the bottom of this old water supplier and break her spine. Why waste more-

The droplets fly around her like crystals. It's a nice send-off. Any moment now. Her body braces itself, even if she knows it's futile.

The water rushes past her. How strange, her vision is hazy. Was the well that deep?