Scary Short Stories

Soul Stripper

I don't like to curse. It's hurtful. Not to others or anything, but to me. Cursing physically hurts me. I get a searing pain in my chest with every curse word I utter. It's completely unexplainable, but it is not a coincidence. I have only ever felt this horrible pain when I cuss out loud. No matter how loud or quiet it is.

"Well why don't you just stop cussing?" You might ask. Sounds easy enough. Well I tried. The thing is, every time the pain comes and goes away, the more I have the urge to cuss. I feel the urge to curse more often and it continues getting stronger to the point where it hurts more to refrain from cussing than it does to just let it out. Sometimes I feel like the pain is stripping away my soul. Maybe eventually I will end up out-cursing this curse and it will all stop. Boy was I wrong.

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My first curse word slipped out of my mouth when I dropped a book in class. Just a whisper, not loud enough for anyone to hear. But the pain hit me like a truck, causing me to slap my hand to my chest and groan as the pain overtook my entire body. But within seconds, it was over. Each time, the pain lasts longer, and burns even more than the last.

Eventually, the pain would last for almost 3 minutes, and ear-piercing screams would slip from my mouth. The most recent time it happened, the last time I would ever cursed, the pain burned for 3 minutes, spreading through my body, but something was different. The pain started to surface. I felt heat run through my veins and my skin started to burn. It felt like I was on fire. After 3 minutes of burning and screaming, my skin was completely burnt and I fell to the ground, passed out. After that, I never cursed again.

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I woke up to a dark, heat-filled room. Fire was everywhere, even on me. But I didn't feel it. I didn't feel anything. I saw demons everywhere. One in particular stood out. He stared at me while holding a ball of light. My soul. His eyes stayed glued to mine as he devoured the soul that he slowly stripped from my body. The pain entered and left my body in just seconds, but feeling like forever. It was finally over.

It could have been over. If I wasn't so damn clumsy. I bumped into something and accidentally cursed. He heard me. And he was not happy. Do you know what happens when demons curse? You do not want to. My advice to you? Do not curse, or you may end up like me. Stuck forever. With no body, no voice, and, especially, no dignity. Unless I hear you curse. Then I will get to you first. And I can do a lot worse than stripping away your soul.