Hero's Cold night

Chapter 7. May his soul rest. But his body is not...

As Charles felt sleepy, he could not let himself fall asleep. Especially the fact that there's a party in his house, and it's Halloween, and he's right near a dead body. His friend's dead body. Besides, he heard of human disposal. He felt as if the bugs had already gotten to the corpse, starting to decompose the body.

But when he looked around, his friends weren't there with him.

He felt anxious. And his stomach tied up like knots. His throat felt dry as if he hadn't drank something in a long period of time. He could feel the same heartbeat rate he had felt seeing the teenager's arm being ripped off then the blood going over his face having that same fear which is the same type of sense of fear he is having.

A moment of silence filled the forest. As much as he could and tried, he couldn't be able to call out for his friends or any type of help. Then he had a feeling to check the body of his friend. But he had no shovel. He decided to use his bare hands.

Shoving his hands onto the ground he scooped up and tossed the soil away. Doing the same rotation until he had reached the bag. But when he tugged on the bag, it felt light.

He thought maybe the bag ripped apart. But that wasn't going to stop him from discovering his friend's dead body. His hands weren't doing so well, he looked around to see a rusty old shovel.

Strange enough before then at the same spot he had found it, the shovel wasn't there. Someone or something must have placed it there.

Picking it up he started to dig up the soil once more. After endless rotations he finally reached the body. Or should it be called, body bag?

When Charles cleared out the body bag he picked it up to feel that same lightweight he felt finding it for the first time.

Picking the bag up only to see the bag tattered apart and dry blood all over it. There were piles of soil onto the bag too.

The body of Louis was gone.. Charles looked around to see if anyone was playing a cruel prank on him but no. he was the only one. The tall trees surrounding him made it much worse than it already was. He felt as if he could hear some type of eerie faded music. It sounded as if it was some type of ritual song.

That's when he saw it. Louis' dead body nailed onto a tree. it had no eyes. Blood was dripping from his eye pockets that were empty. His neck was tied up with thread. And his mouth was patched up into a permanent smile. His arms were stretched out outwards while his palms were open.

His feet were nailed together. Leading to his legs to be crossed.

Charles wanted to scream but he just couldn't.

There were red light candles on the ground and some sort of demonic star on the bottom. Whatever it was, people were trying to do something with the body.

Then the body started to tremble a bit making this type of filling plump right out of Louis's eye pocket.

Charles couldn't take the fear anymore and he fled the scene.

He could hear his friends laugh. Then heard the pitter- patter of Louis stepping onto the leaves on the ground. Starting to accelerate.

Charles couldn't run any faster all he had to depend on was the miles it took to arrive at his house. But the path seemed endless. That's when Louis had caught up to him.

Louis grabbed Charles by the neck pulling him up into the air.

Charles tried to loosen the grip of Louis but it was no use. He was too weak and tired. The hands of his dead friend were cold.

Louis chuckled lightly pulling out that same knife that had killed him earlier. Insteading on cutting Charles neck he rips apart the threads snitching his mouth close. Licking his lips with his dry tongue he gets ready to speak.

"I'm dead." he smiled with a raspy voice.

Charles could see that the bugs had already gotten to him. His cheeks were being eaten by maggots. His shirt was tattered. His ribcage was showing as well.

"Now, you can join the fun." He chuckled once more.

Charles tried to mutter anything to make a sound but he couldn't. Only showing his fear. Louis' teeth were damaged but small. He could only see it once he spoke.

Before any other second thought Louis stabbed the knife onto his neck. Then yanking it down all the way down to his chest where it was too deep and thick boned to go down further. Pulling it out. The fresh blood gushed out.

Louis laughed, opening his mouth to drink the blood.

"You taste good. What a shame I couldn't eat you before I died." Louis smiled, biting the neck like a vampire.

Charles felt his eyes opening wide while feeling like he was screaming but he wasn't.

Louis tongue expanded. It was dry and scaly. The tongue started to scrape off Charles' skin.

Louis's tongue then went inside his ears popping out his eyeballs then eating them.

Charles couldn't do anything. He had to accept this was his death. He saw Louis getting ready for a deep bite. But that's when he felt a sudden tug on his arm.

He woke up.