I was born in a small village ,it was one of the parts of the world where civilization had not reached. The residents lived in thatched huts made of strong twigs, grass and leaves. They made use of plants and roots as medicines to heal from sicknesses. Near the village was a wide river, across the river was a thick forest, there was a bridge that led to the forest from the village , at the side of the village a gate was placed to avoid people from going into the forest. As a child I would stand by the gate and gaze at the path leading into the jungle, I started developing intentions of venturing into it. Curiously I asked my great grand father why the gate is placed there. He said it happened a very long time ago before he was born, the men used to hunt in the forest fearlessly, even going in there in pairs or even alone, they would return with carcase of wild beasts and a grand feast would be prepared for their accomplishment. On a such particular feast an unknown traveller who was a old man in ragged clothes arrived, no one knew who he was or where he came from. He walked up to the village chief and wished to give his blessings to the men and him. The chief in return spoke harsh words and insulted the stranger in front of the gathering. This angered the old traveller , he cursed the chief and the villagers that from now on if anyone whether men or women, young or old would enter the forest he or she will never return saying so he vanished from there, some even swore they saw him stomping off into the woods. The next day the chief went hunting with his troop and they did not return , later a search party was send but they also never came back. Everyone was ensured this was due to the curse of the old man. Many disappearance was reported for years onwards. Finally a gate was made to keep the village safe. The oldest woman in the village who's husband never returned from the woods , every day when the sun sets she stands by the gate looking into the forest and she sees him standing among the trees, in the shadows looking back at her, many have seen their dear ones gazing back from within that place but they do not cross the bridge and return home, they never do. I was perplexed hearing about the grave tale and frightened, as I was planning to go there. As days turned to months and months to years I grew up and got married and soon had three beautiful sons of my own. I loved them all dearly I was especially fond of my youngest boy who was seven years old. On a particular ominous day I was working in the fields when a friend of his came to me and said that he went past the gate. I ran across the field speeding away and I reached the spot , what I saw was unbelievable. My son was lying on the ground screaming and was being dragged by some invisible force into the forest then he disappeared into the darkness , he went out of sight but his wails could be still heard moving farther away. I tried to break the gate open but the other villagers came and held me back. After the tragic incident I was devasted on the loss of my precious child ,my family and friends consoled me and in time I overcame my sorrow. Now I have become old and feeble all my memories have faded except the happenings of that day , I visit the gate often, I always see my beloved child gazing back at me but he does not cross the bridge , he does not come to me. Whoever is devoured by the forbidden forest never return back.
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SHORT HORROR STORIES
HorrorA set of horror short stories in which it portrays your most frightening imaginations. Some I have made up myself and while some are true stories. some of these include an imaginary friend, an abondaned hotel , a haunted picture and many more they...
