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The Haunted Shack

  You'd never realize that the simplest things might change your life. Or that a simple thing can get bigger, scarier and more terrifying.

   If only I had listened to that old man and woman, nothing of that sort would have ever happened to me. But I was too stubborn for my own good (and I'm sure as hell that I haven't gotten it from my parents), and once I set my mind into it, I'd get it done perfectly. You're wondering what happened? Well I won't tell you from the beginning because it would take lots of time, something that I don't have right now...

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   I was hiking in a day which is supposed to be sunny. While I had walked some good few miles, without seeing any form of life, the sky darkened and some raging gray clouds began to pour rain. After a lightning struck into a nearby tree, I stopped dead on my feet, letting my eyes wander around anxiously trying to find shelter. Few seconds later, I spotted a shack on top of a hill. Without hesitation, I took the path to get refuge till the rain ceased. The path became more and more dangerous, so I doubled my efforts.

   A new thunder shook the ground and lightened the sky making the shack a vast place with deep piercing black windows. Panicked, I took a step back. The house looked like it had a few creatures lurking in the shadows. I wanted to turn my back and run but the wind began howling with rage. I gathered my courage and ran straight into the house with no second thoughts or backward glances.

   The silence was almost deafening. My gut instincts was screaming to me to leave and deep nervousness was raging my thoughts. The door bolted shut on its own accord, and I thought it was the wind. But it was too late, there was no turning back now. Moments later, my eye began to droop and I slept, not noticing the lock bolting itself.

   Whether I had slept a minute or a year, I did not know. I awoke with a start and a shiver when I heard a deafening scream and a manic laugh. My heart was hammering inside my chest, filling the room with the sound of its beats.

   Out of nowhere, a woman appeared. She could be the most beautiful creature in the planet if it weren't for her rich crimson eyes and the blood that was pouring from her mouth. She was holding an axe in one hand and a knife in the other.

   My heart almost jumped from its place when I felt a hand grab my shoulder. Another scream was heard and it took me a second to realize it was mine. The hand that I felt was a man's hand. Like the woman, he could also be the most handsome if it weren't for the bright burgundy eyes and the pouring blood. He smiled at me, showing his white teeth dripping blood. It was more like baring fangs than smiling. I stumbled back, and my eyes bore to the floor. And to my deep horror, human bones and pools of blood along with weapons were laid on the floor.

   My scream was getting louder and louder, making those beautiful creatures of hell put their pale hands to their ears. Then without warning, they crouched and sprang gracefully to their feet, jumping, attacking me. I couldn't defend myself. They were way stronger than me and they had iron skin and nails like claws. Pain like no other lit up into my whole body like a Christmas tree.

  The next thing I know, they were turning me into a monster like them, a creature of darkness, damned for eternity in this shack, waiting for the next victim...

Now that is something worse than the Grim Reaper...