I open my eyes with great horror. The sun was already over my head which means it was noon and the fire lamp has blown off. I get up from the chair and check my hands, whether there were any scratch marks or not. There weren't any marks, my hands were normal. Once again, I was drenched in sweat from head to toe. She has started haunting me in my dreams now and this is a bad sign. She's literally behind my life now. I need to distract myself from this I can't keep stressing about it. Let's assume that it was just a bad dream l but the only difference was that this time she was crying. I don't know why she was blaming me for her death but maybe I really had something to do with her death. What if I was a serial killer in my past life or a terrorist? Maybe I killed her or did I kill her along with the family.
I walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My eyes are still heavy due to the disturbed sleep I had. I dip the glass into the water pot to fill the cup and then I raise the cup to my mouth to sip it. At that very moment, I spot a dead green lizard in my cup. I fling the cup away in fear. My hands start trembling with fear. How did that lizard reach in my cup? What is happening to me? and Why is this happening to me? I run out of the house and glare at my surroundings in horror. My head is spinning and my surroundings look dark and creepy. I can't express how I am feeling right now but I know whatever it is it's consuming me. It's not my fault that I don't remember anything. It's not my fault that I am the last man living on this planet. Mother nature has taken everything away from me. She's taken my life, my memory, my peace, my family if I ever had one….. Tears are gushing down my cheeks continuously, making my vision blurry. I can't see anything clearly but I also wish I was blind so that I can never see that girl's face again. Everything about her gives me chills to my bones and after the dream, I had last night. I don't want to be alive anymore…I feel attacked…like I'm caged here. I can't fight a war that I can't remember starting.
I head towards the well to get some water since the water pot must be infected if the dead lizard was in it. I looked down into the well and stared at my reflection in the water. I hate myself for the way I am but I need to find out what I was in my past life and what I have done, only then I can remission. The sun doesn't seem to shine as brightly as it normally does and the environment is giving out depressing vibes. Without falling into further thoughts, I collect fresh water from the well and replace it with the previous one quickly. I need to distract myself from all these destructive thoughts I need to start thinking straight and focus on how I have to survive all by myself. So, I go out of the house, take a deep breath and look around for edible mushrooms and herbs. It's hard to tell which mushroom is edible and which one is not but I don't have an option, if I have to survive then I'll have to do some trial and error. It's easier to remove the herbs from the soil since it's still wet and lose due to the recent heavy rains. Within a short span of time, I collect a good number of herbs from enough to last for the next few days. So far, my mind doesn't tend to overthink and my thoughts remain clear. The weather outside is getting cold and the wood which is available in this house isn't enough for the night. I go outside quickly before the darkness conquers the night. A few meters away from the house I see thick branches of a tree fallen all over the floor. I rush to that place quickly and start collecting dry branches to burn for the night. The sun races down the mountain and soon darkness covers the whole place. It gets hard to spot the branches in the dark but I strain my eyes to look for more branches carefully. My eyes are glued to the ground and suddenly I see a pair of small legs in front of me. I am pretty sure those are human feet….I raise my vision and now I am having strong eye contact with a pair of glittering blue eyes. They are crystal clear and I am unable to take my eyes off it. My eyes widen as I realize who it is. It is her…...again. She is standing right in front of me just an inch away from me. I walk backwards in dread as she speaks,
“Why did you do this to me, daddy??”, she asks in a cranky voice.
“What are you talking about? I am not your daddy!!”, I reply. Why is she calling me her daddy? Does she think I am her father? Am I really her father? I ask myself in my mind.
“Don’t run away from me daddy. I am your little princess.”
“No, your not!!. I don’t have any daughter. You cannot be my daughter!!.”
She doesn’t say anything but I can hear her crying. I keep taking baby steps backwards. All of a sudden she screams loudly like someone was taking her life. All the branches which I collected fall off my hand. I increase the pace of my footsteps backwards in order to run away but I slip and fall flat on my back and hit the back of my head on the solid ground. I lose consciousness immediately…
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The Last Survivor
HorrorThe story is written on the shortest horror story "Knock" The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door. The mind is the greatest villain in everyone's life as it can make you think anythink and can be controlled through h...