Short Horror Stories

Story 50

It's late

The only light is that of the flickering flame of the candle before me.

If I hadn't known any better, this place could be anywhere.

That's how dark and empty this place feels.

Before me on my desk lies a heavy book.

A story book.

A story book written by the writer whom has commissioned me as an artist.

It's my job to draw the pictures for the stories.

Pictures that fit.

Pictures that make it more interesting.

Pictures to set the tone.

Pictures made to fear.

For these pictures are made for a writer and creator of horror stories.

Tales one is better off not reading before bed or perhaps to not read at all.

It's my first real commission, so I had no choice but to accept it.

As I carefully read each story, I try to create the right pictures for them in my mind.

Pictures of monsters.

Pictures of places in which horrible things have occurred.

Pictures that seem off.

After drawing a couple of them I wonder...

Perhaps this is the only type of thing I can draw.

The darkest place in a human's soul.

The glistering of a blade.

Dark blood dripping down the stairs.

Picture after picture I have drawn until deep into the night.

Almost as if possessed by a demon.

Sometimes I look back, only to find the pictures that scare even me.

After a while I get to story 50.

Story 50 is honestly the most difficult at the moment.

Almost like a test in fear.

I've read the story again and again and yet, there is no sense to be made of it.

Even the title is too obscure to even begin to apprehend.

I guess I just simply don't understand.

I wonder what the writer had been meaning to show with this work.

Luckily there was one thing I do understand.

The story takes place in a century old, abandoned cave by the sea.

So it would be my best guess to make a drawing of a cave, even if it ends up being empty.

The cave in the story is a rather strange one.

A dark cave in which the only known source of light is that of the sun, which due to the surrounding area is only visible one hour a day.

In the cave there is something that roams there.