Dawn was about to fall, it darkened more and more in a slow pace.
The sound of multiple voices could be heard from all around, it was impossible to differ them from each other. Through darkness, mist and ethereal cries, a rocky road could be seen that never seemed to end.
Symbols faded in and out in a pseudo-dimensional space which looked ancient - they were impossible to decipher. Down a narrow way between two walls it got darker, and by the end of the line, a weathered sign noted; "Return, there's nothing for you here..."
A cold wind blew up, and everything got foggy.
In the distance, a cemetery could be seen, it was quiet as the grave - absolutely nothing could be heard. More symbols faded in, but these could vaguely be ciphered, they showed; "He's not with us anymore, he departed."
Lost in a void, a large pillar could be seen, further on, people stood all quiet, motionless and looked into nothingness. A sheen of crimson filled the ward, the heat increased and it was quiet, not even the footsteps could be heard. He kept walking for what felt like an eternity in the ward of crimson sheen, but finally he reached the end. He saw a shadowy figure in the crimson fog, just ten steps from where he stood and walked the rest of the steps.
The figure turned around and Alex saw an abstract reflection of himself with hollow eyes, his shadowy ego moved the lips and said; "This is what your sinful ways have lead us - this will repeat forever and ever..."
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Horror 100 Volume 2
HorrorFingernails tearing off skin digging into flesh. Red sticky liquid dripping down my wrist. My teeth sink in stabbing mercilessly viciously with my canine teeth. Strawberries taste delightful! This is another compilation of 100 Horror Stories. Highes...
