Horror Stories

NEVER KNOW

Clear up your mind and listen. 

Do you hear anything?

Ofcourse you do not .

That's how oridinary people are like, greedy, compulsive, careless beings who mind only about theirselves.

I am on the edge, confused, my vision is no more clear. My skin is cold, my tongue is dry, I have lost all my senses.Years passed and I am standing right here , where all things ended. Frozen , chained , restricted in this spot , counting every second, every hour and waiting for redemption , for salvation .

Rotating my eyes all around noticing that time is nothing but a sensless thing. People day by day are changing. This world it self is no longer the same.

You are wondering now why am I still reading this, while this man is mumbling sensless things? Well you are free to go , you are not tied up by chains, just put this story aside and keep doing useless things, keep making fun of innocent people, keep behaving like a child , keep ruining right things , since everything is wrong in this world and just your own perspective is right.

I am not asking you to change yourself or start building yourself over again. But I am asking you to think twice before taking any step further, I am asking you to start demolishing all the wrong and start giving your life a meaning.

Once again you are saying who is this man to advice me . Well, I am not a man. I have killed the humanity inside me a long time ago. I am a thing if you may say that ended everything up because of a one single decision. I am thing that was blinded with jealousy and vengeance .

You might be eager to know who am I or more precisely who I was . A mid-aged wealthy carring man too kind to be true I was , who got married to a young lass too beautiful to minimize her beauty with words , hoping to start a new life and with whome I would live happily ever after.

I provided my wife with everything herself desired . she was the oxygen that I breathed , I loved her to an extent that I would not imagine a life without her.

Days passed , and I have noticed a behvioural change in my wife , I tried over and over to approach , to open her heart but it was in vain. she seemed irritated , discombobulated , diving into her thoughts . What could be possibly disturbing her , and that could not be shared with her own husband ? hence , I made up my mind and decided to watch each and every step she took outside , at home and wherever she went .

She kept going daily inside a building downtown for a whole hour and then came back home. One day out of the usual she stayed longer , thereafter she came out with a man of her age , she kept smiling all the way to a destination that I failed to track , a smile that I craved to see for months. What a fool and an oblivious man I was to trust and love her that much.

Later that night , I setteled myself in the living room . I felt that I was stabbed , my heart was bleeding , and what could be more dangerous than a broken-hearted man. I lost the track of time waiting for her until I heared the door opened followed by heels steps toward the lit room I was in.

"Honey I didnt know that you were going to be here that early" , she said .

"You are a liar , a cheater , I should not have married you" , I replied.

She tried to speak but my revengeful self shut her up and without any warning I lifted my hand up , pointed my gun toward her and pulled the trigger . the sound of the shot echoed all around . hesitatingly I walked to the body , while my ungrateful so-called wife was counting her last breathes.

"I love you ,and I have never cheated on you ", she uttered.

She lay dead on the floor with an envelope resting on her palm . I curiously took and opened it . I gazed on that paper not believing what I have just read and with a whispery voice " I am a monster", I said . I reclined my shaky body beside her's , my eyes bursted with teares and my little mind was filled with fears. She was pregnant that what I wished for aye and I shattered that dream in a blink of an eye .

The day of her funeral was cloudy and cold but its started freezing through people's bitter talk . They kept narrating their own versions of what happend , and I couldnt bear neither their judgmental thoughts nor the burden . But why am I still here wandering aimlessly in this wide world ? and the answer was always clear , she was the reason that I was living for .

The following night was the night of deliverance . I stared at the darkness and emptiness encircling me for hours. I closed my eyes firmly trying to sleep. My eyelids reddened from an anonymous source of light . I gently opened my eyes to see what was happening . I saw the window shining and it got brighter whenever i approached . Was I hallucinating or was it because the liquor I poured inside me poisned my thoughts ? I stepped closer and close enough to take a peek outside. I have seen her ,my angel waving and inducing me to jump , claiming that I would join her in an everlasting life , or that was what I thought. I could not resist the temptation and I did it , but I wish I had not if I knew that I would end up like this.

I hope you guessed it right now . I am dead. I am standing right where I threw myself.

I am forever stuck in this place, watching people fighting, listening to their troubles , reliving another miserable life. For a while I started wondering if this dungeon I am locked in is a punishment for what I commited from sin. No one in this wide world could sense what I am feeling. It is like a nightmare repeating over and over again . I have thought that I would gave up everything to be free, free from people judgment , free from life. I would do anything now and trade it to change a moment, just a moment . Alas, I would never get it.

But remember whenever you commit my sin there is no more coming back, we are not in a fictional movie, But god's know how much I wish it was , or at least a dream where at some point I will wake up when it is over.

Just wait for a second I am about to finish . Never do something you would regret at a moment of temper, because you do not know what that thing can lead to. Life is all about struggles and patience. Just take it as an advice from a dead.

Probably the last thing you are wondering of, how could a dead man write a story? well its all about vision, I am just a normal man, sitting in a dimly lit room with a bright paper , cold pen and an endless imagination. Trying to write a story for an assignment that turned out to be something else , something of prespective.

The End

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Hey peeps, am back with another chapter, it is not that creepy, i just wanted to give a point of view 😊.

I hope you enjoied and thank you very much for reading.