Horror Stories to Read in the Dark

Acrophobia

Triggers: Acrophobia (fear of heights.), death, blood, and falling. 

This story is of Elizabeth Joans a girl in the late 1600. Who was afraid of heights. This is the story of her tragic death.

It was early morning the sun was peering over the mountainside to cast down upon the small town of Seventh Ridge. Elizabeth was just outside of town collecting water from the well. As she looked down the well she could see the glistering water far down the well lowering the bucket with the rope she thought what would happen if I fell there? Would someone save me? Would I be able to climb out? Or would I drown just to be found by the next person to climb up to this well? She didn't ponder it long before hearing the bucket hit the water and fill up. She luged up the bucket and untied it from the rope. Glancing around she instantly found the path she took up to the well. So she started luging the bucket of water back home after the winding path through the forest she ended up just outside her home. The sun beating down on the houses with no clouds to block it. Upon opening the door she could see a note on the floor it read

 "Dear Elizabeth Joans,

I am displeased to announce that your brother is dead.  As stated in your father's agreement with the town you must fulfill his duty by getting supplies from the next town over.

                                                                                                                              sincerely, Sherif William Conar."

Elizabeth was teary-eyed while reading the letter but knew all she could do is grab the horse and ride over there to collect equipment. Mustering up all her strength she pulled her body off the ground. Deciding to leave now rather than later. Walking out the once glorious day appeared dread-filled the sun seemed to be burning into her very soul the air was stagnant and smelled of body heat rather than the normal forset sents there was also a strange silence like the whole village had dropped dead her skin was burning from the blistering heat and she had a bitter taste in her mouth. Walking down to the stable she heard a whispering she assumed it to be one of the townfolk's kids so she continued walking. Once arriving at the stables she easily found a horse. She saddled the horse in dead silence. She found this concerning as the townfolk normally were out and about. once she finished saddling the horse she set off.

Riding along the darkening path and twisting around the trees. Every twig and leave under the horse's hoof snapping and crackling throughout the woods the distant owl squawk the crickets in the grass, the woodland smells filling her nose, the horse's bumpy pace beneath her raddling her very soul while her hands held the ruff leather reins. She could see a distant Ledge so she stopped to investigate. Dismounting she walked towards the ledge peering over she saw a dead body resting on the edge of a cliff down off the ledge. Upon straining her eyes to see in the darkness she saw much more, scared she jumped back. Suddenly she felt two hands on her shoulders jumping up she was able to see a mask and a black-cloaked figure smoke seemed to be coming from him. This steam for some odd reason seemed to heighten her fear of falling down the ledge. The figure slowly walked her to the ledge she screamed an ear-piercing scream. It held her above the cliff a moment before dropping her to her death.

Warning the death scene.

She lay on her back bleeding heavily breath-stopping the moon above blurring the pain blaring through her body the pool of blood beneath her warm as she died slowly after a moment she was dead eyes open, mouth open every bone broken and a rock lodged in her skull.

Days later the town waiting to trade supplies found it odd that no one arrived and sent off a messenger to find the town. Once he found the cliff he was disgusted by the reak coming from it but didn't look down once reaching the town however he was concerned about the deadly silence he knocked on the first house door he found the door opened to reveal that the house was empty except for bloodstains. He walked over to a few more only to find more blood but nobodies. So he went back home to report this but once arriving at the cliff he noticed the horse. He called out to see if anyone was there with no response then he looked down the cliff. What he saw he could never unsee the people of the whole town, dead. Lifeless and still floating in their own blood. Before he could leave he felt hands on his back before being pushed to his death landing on his head the last thing he felt was his head colid with the stone.

Once the trading town never received word from their messenger they sent two more. They found the last messenger and more never leaving their horse to investigate weren't pushed. so they left and reported their findings.

After that, the path was renamed Dead Man's Road. Everyone that dared go down the road experienced the same fate for centuries after. No one knows why this thing killed everyone that passed some say it drank the dying fears to stay immortal others say it was the spirit of Elizabeth's brother taking revenge for the town sending him down there to the path. It shall forever be a mystery.