Horror / Scary Stories

Pain

Pain, pain go away Don't come back another day

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The fog is so thick outside I can barely see my hand in front of my face. I'm just trying tog et a few things to make a special evening for my girl tonight. But it's hard to be fast in this persistent fog.

As I turn the corner I accidently bump into someone who's back is towards me. I apologize to them as they face me. I freeze seeing that all I see are black, sunken in sockets staring at me. The corner lifts up some blood coming from its mouth. The sleeves come up and my temples go freezing cold as if it's touched me with its fingers.

Just like that I'm transported back in time.

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I'm standing in a dungeon. There's some people dressed in peasant clothing with some pitch forks and or fire in their hands. No one looks happy and are screaming out for something. The words aren't reaching my ears. It's like I can am just a spectator and the sound has been turned off.

I look around and see a prisoner straddling a triangle, point facing up, with weights attached to their ankles to bring the person down. The Spanish Donkey. I shiver in fear and pain for what that must feel like. The person is crying. A jailor adds more weight to it and the person mutes out their pain. The villagers cheer. All I feel is the pain and fear of the person on top of it.

I see the black sunken eyed figure across the way giving me goosebumps. Pointing to me before pointing to the person on the device.

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I feel bile building in me as I'm pulled out of the past event. I grab the fence that was behind the figure who isn't here anymore as I get a hold of myself. I've been here too long I need to get what I need to make this night special.

I slowly head to the store. The queasy feeling I had assed as I get to the store. I grab a basket and pick up what I need. As I head to the meats section cold freezing hands touch my temple showing me something else.

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I'm standing in what could be ancient Rome or Greece or something. There's a bronze bull over a fire pit. There's been a fire going and the bottom of the bull is now more golden then bronze. There's a mooing sound coming from the bull. Which is odd since it's not alive.

As I move to look tot he side I see what would be a door and a latch on it. My stomach drops as I recall what it is. Sicilian Bull. A torture device to slowly burn victims and this causes the animals sound.

That same black sunken eyes figure is standing by the bull and smiles wickedly as it opens up the latch. Once it's open the person inside physically shivers at the cold weather hitting the person. causing a long noise to come from the bull as the person passes from exposure.

I look at the person and it's hard to pin point who it is but the person looks familiar. The colour of he hair looks similar to my girls and the body type. Other then that it's hard to tell with how charred the person is. The phantom cackled with that evil grin on its face.

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I reeled harder this time from that vision. I sat down, with my basket beside me. I have my head between my knees unable to stop the tears forming in my eyes. What the hell is going on. Why am I being shown medieval torture devices. One of which being used on my girl.

My body shakes as I steady my breathe. I wipe my eyes as I look around. My breath steadies, by my nerves do not. No one is here at the moment. Which may be in my favour.

What could this thing want with me. Or with my girl? I get the last few things I need with my shaky hands. I get out of their as fast as I can and get home to prepare the meal I have in mind. My phone rings and my baby is calling me.

"Hey dear is everything alright." I ask casually trying to keep my voice steady.

I can hear her unsteady breathe as if she's holding back from crying.

"What's going on?" I ask a bit more firm.

"How do you have his phone? Is this some sort of joke?" I can hear her shaky voice as tears most likely escape her cheeks.

"I don't know what you mean?" I say and the phone goes silent with the monotone hang up tone.

I hurry back as fast as I can shaking badly again now. Not sure at all what the hell is going on.

Why would she think I was playing a joke on her. I get onto he porch and right away I can feel my stomach hit the floor. The force I feel isn't human. Something is definitely wrong. I feel like I'm being watched as my shaky hand goes for the door handle.

I hear a scream from inside.

The bag falls out of my hand as I race inside. I go upstairs thinking I heard the scream form there. I look in each room but nothing. The unearthly scream happened again. It grates on my nerves and shakes me to my core.

I want to find the source of it but I don't want to find it either. I go down to the main floor on cooked spaghetti legs. My hand on the wall and railing don't help with my legs.

I look around don't his floor but still don't find anything.

My heart is beating so hard and fast, it seems like that's the only thing I can hear right now. The black sunken eyed phantom is back looking at the wall to the basement.

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Dread.

Fear.

Panic.

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Are the first things to raise up harder in me as I feel as though I've frozen even though my noodle legs keep walking me towards the figure. I look at the door.

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Blood. Blood. So much fun. Bones break, from the strain. Guess who we have got to come and play?

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My stomach rolls over reading this on the door as I smell the metallic copper. The door creaks open. I didn't open it and I can hear whimpers coming from down there. Noodle legs, nauseous, and wanting to run. Why is it my body doesn't call for help?

What opens up I wasn't expecting.

My beautiful girl is on The Rack with her extremities splayed out in an X and ripped form her body with a clear box on her stomach. There's an animal on the inside and a hot rock on top. Her stomach dug through by that animal. Cheeks stained with tears and blood as the last whimpers escaped her lips.

I pull my shirt away from my neck as if it's too close and is strangling me. What have I done? I close my eyes hoping this is just a dream. I feel as though I've been sweating and burned from the last vision is aw about the bull. What have we caused. Heart in my hears, breathing heavy and tears.

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I sit up in bed shaking, uncontrollably, my shirt is soaked with sweat and my face covered din tears as well. What a dream. My heart beats fast as I look over and see my girl still sleeping, her back to me.

I place my hand on her shoulder to wake her up and make sure she's alright. Her head rolls back and I jump out of bed and against the wall as its only two sunken black eyes staring at me with a wicked grin on its face and not attached to the body.