Are you ready to experience the spine-chilling terror of Shivers, the new compilation of horror stories shorts by Bella Riley?
These stories will take you on a journey into the darkness, where the things that go bump in the night are real and lurkin...
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In the black abyss of eternity, there lies a terrible truth too horrifying for the human mind to grasp. A truth that causes the soul to wither and the spirit to tremble. It is said that those who dare to confront this truth will be forever tormented by the grotesque and unspeakable horrors lurking in the shadows of their darkest nightmares.
On a cold, starless night, enveloped by the suffocating embrace of a moonless sky, young Isabelle awoke from her eternal slumber. Her eyes, devoid of the warmth of life, flickered open, as her mind struggled to comprehend the icy reality that now imprisoned her. She found herself lying within the confines of a mortuary, a chilling chamber of death, where the corpses of the dearly departed lay in morbid tranquility.
Isabelle's heart remained still, and yet, her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear. She had crossed the threshold between life and death, and now lingered in the ghastly limbo that clung to her like a shroud of despair. How was it that her consciousness remained tethered to this lifeless vessel, when her soul had long been severed from its mortal coil?
As she lay there in silent terror, the door to the mortuary creaked open, and a figure stepped into the room. It was the mortician, Mr. Obediah Thorne, an elderly gentleman of peculiar countenance and even more peculiar mannerisms. His sunken eyes glistened like black pearls in the dim candlelight, and his gaunt, skeletal frame was draped in a tattered cloak that seemed to ripple and writhe with a life of its own.
He approached Isabelle's cold slab with an unsettling grin, his breath foul and labored. "Ah, my dear, I've been expecting you," he hissed, his voice a sinister whisper that echoed throughout the chamber. "You see, I have been bestowed with a knowledge far beyond that of mortal men, a knowledge of the cosmic horrors that slumber in the void beyond the boundaries of space and time. They have chosen me as their emissary, their vessel through which their inscrutable will shall be done."
Isabelle stared at the madman in abject horror, her eyes wide with disbelief and dread. "Wh-what do you mean? What have you done to me?" she croaked, her voice barely audible.
Thorne chuckled, a sound as chilling as the grave itself. "Why, my dear, I have granted you the gift of eternal awareness, a gift bestowed upon me by the Old Ones themselves. You shall bear witness to the fragility of the human body, as I peel back the layers of your mortal shell and reveal the delicate secrets hidden within."
Isabelle's heart, though silent, shuddered with unimaginable fear. She attempted to scream, but her deadened lungs refused to comply. Thorne, however, seemed to take great pleasure in her torment, and his twisted grin widened as he reached for his glistening tools of dissection.
With a meticulous precision that only a skilled mortician could possess, Thorne began to slice and peel away the flesh of Isabelle's lifeless body. And yet, her mind remained fully conscious, her senses acute as she bore witness to her own gruesome vivisection.
As he worked, Thorne revealed more and more of the fragile anatomy hidden beneath Isabelle's skin, his eyes gleaming with an unholy fascination. "Do you see, my dear?" he crooned, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you see how easily our mortal shells are reduced to mere piles of sinew and bone? How fragile we truly are in the face of the infinite and unfathomable cosmos"
Thorne's words slithered through the stale air, carrying with them an ominous chill. Isabelle watched in abject terror, her mind reeling from the ghastly sight before her. She tried to scream, to flee, but her body was no longer her own. She was trapped, bound to the cold slab of her own demise, as the relentless mortician continued his macabre work.
With a gleam in his eye, Thorne selected a long, serrated saw from his grisly array of instruments. "And now, my dear Isabelle, for the crowning moment of our little demonstration," he whispered, his voice trembling with a perverse excitement.
With steady, deliberate strokes, the saw bit into Isabelle's flesh, its teeth grinding against her bones as it severed the final connection between her head and her body. The sound was a terrible symphony of metal and bone, a chilling cacophony that echoed throughout the mortuary. And yet, through some unfathomable, cosmic horror, Isabelle's consciousness remained intact. Her severed head stared up at her own mutilated body, her mind awash with terror and despair, unable to comprehend the grotesque abomination that she had become.
Thorne held Isabelle's head aloft, admiring his ghastly handiwork. "You see, my dear, even in the face of such unspeakable mutilation, your awareness endures. It is a testament to the eternal and unfathomable power of the Old Ones, who have granted me this most terrible of gifts."
As he spoke, Isabelle's eyes, wide with terror and despair, locked onto the mortician's black, soulless orbs. She could feel the presence of the cosmic horrors that he spoke of, their malevolent essence creeping into the very core of her being.
In that moment, Isabelle understood the terrible truth that had been hidden from her, a truth that had once seemed too horrifying to comprehend. She was now bound to the will of the Old Ones, their eternal plaything, a mere vessel for their inscrutable and unspeakable desires.
And as Thorne's twisted grin loomed over her, she knew that her torment had only just begun. For in the darkness that lies beyond the veil of human comprehension, there slumbered ancient and malevolent beings, whose desires and machinations were as infinite and unfathomable as the cosmos itself. And it was into this abyss of eternal horror that Isabelle had been cast, her soul forever bound to the whims of these cosmic entities, her torment a cruel reminder of the fragility of human existence in the face of the unimaginable terrors that lurk beyond the bounds of space and time.
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