Creepy Collection (Short Horror Stories)

One more

She brought me to a place of misery. A place where there was no soul.

I was captivated alone.

Wasn't this punishment hard enough?

No. For her it wasn't.

Every night she would come and leave me with one more. One more curse.

The first time she gave me a curse, I was drowned into a lake of lava but I  didn't die.

The second time she gave me one more, I was eaten by a giant crocodile but I didn't die.

The third time she gave me one more, I was cut with blades but I didn't die.

Another time she gave one more, I was squeezed between the walls but I didn't die.

I was living with curses.

I kept on wondering  in what kind of world I was. I kept on suffering. And the sufferings never ended.

"Will I be like this for the whole eternity?". The only question in my mind.

Every single night, one more curse and one more pain.

All I did was stealing. I stole a necklace from an old woman. Little did I know that the owner of that necklace was actually a witch.

She caught me and brought me to this place. Was this place hell? She made me wear the necklace that I stole and this necklace would strangle me everyday when the clock would struck the time when I tried to steal it.

Once, I was sitting alone on the ground when suddenly the witch came.

"You are now free."  She said while giving me a wicked smile.

And poof,  I was back in my house. Everything seemed normal. My life was back to normal again. I was the old me, the old Natasha.

Suddenly, the clock struck four which sent chills down my spine. It was the same time when I tried to steal the necklace from that witch.

I feared that I would be choked again but when I touched my neck, I couldn't feel the necklace on me. It was removed.

"Ahh thank God." I murmured.

I thought it was all over and I should get over it. But no, it happened one more time.

As I entered my room, I saw the same necklace on my bed. My hair stood on its end. I shouted but my voice wasn't coming out. I stepped back from the room and I ran into the  kitchen. Silence and fear filled the atmosphere.

On the dining table, I saw the necklace again. I turned around but I saw one more on the gas stove. One more on the table. One more on the floor.

I ran into the living room, but there was one more on the couch. One more on the table. I saw them everywhere.

Suddenly I felt something irritating me on the neck. I tattered my hand on my neck and I felt something heavy.

I ran to my room and soon I was standing in front of my mirror.

It was the same necklace.

I started to feel suffocated as it was tightened itself around my neck.

I struggled a lot to take it off, but it vain. I couldn't breathe anymore.

Finally, everything went dark.

The End