Saturday, 14 October 2023
Friday, 13 October 2023
Monday, 9 October 2023
Dirk
Dirk awoke with a start. As he glanced at the clock, he noticed it was already 4am. He had been tossing and turning in his bed all night, the weight of his thoughts unbearable.
The nightmare seemed even more real, as he had just received an official diagnosis that afternoon.
He had cancer.
After finally drifting back to sleep, Dirk woke up again and the first thought that entered his mind was the prognosis. He had never thought he would be part of a diagnosis like this. Despair and helplessness filled his heart.
He tried to compose himself, to remain optimistic but his thoughts kept dancing around in his head, each one worse than the last. Then, when he finally closed his eyes again, he was overcome with terror.
Images of his life on borrowed time] flashed before him. He felt the grip of an unseen force in his chest squeezing out every bit of life he had left.
As his breathing became quicker, harder, he heard a faint moaning sound. His heart raced. He opened his eyes to see what could be causing this sound. He expected to find an intruder in his room, but what he saw was even more nightmarish.
In front of him, his skin and clothes had been replaced with a menacing black mass that bore a disturbingly familiar shape, a human figure. The figure shifted and twisted before him, its hunger for life obvious, and he let out an ear-piercing scream.
The figure was cancer, and it had come to take his life.
Wednesday, 4 October 2023
Daisy
Daisy Clark had been in a coma for over a month when the doctor declared her dead. She was buried on a cool summer day in a small cemetery about a mile from her home.
“May she always rest in peace,” her husband said. But that was not how it turned out. Late that night, a grave robber armed with a shovel and a flashlight began to dig her up. As the earth was still loose, he quickly reached the coffin and opened it. His hunch was right. Daisy had been buried wearing two valuable rings: a diamond wedding ring and another studded with a brilliant ruby.
The thief knelt down and reached inside the coffin to take the rings, but they were completely stuck on Daisy’s fingers. He decided that the only way to get them was to cut off her fingers. But when he took out his knife and began to saw at the flesh, it began to bleed, and Daisy began to twitch. Suddenly, she sat up! Terrified, the thief scrambled to his feet, accidentally knocking his flashlight which went out.
In the dark, he could hear Daisy emerge from her grave. The thief stood frozen, clutching the knife in his hand. On seeing him there, Daisy covered herself with her shroud and asked, “Who are you?” Hearing the “corpse” speak, the grave robber ran. Daisy shrugged and kept walking, not bothering to look back.
Seized by fear and confusion, the thief fled in the wrong direction and fell headfirst into the open grave, onto his own knife. As Daisy walked home, the thief bled to death.
Blackwell
Blackwell staggered away. What had happened? Was there really a curse on him? For the next few days, Blackwell stayed away from the house and all the friends who had been with him at the beginning of his trip. He was too scared to face them. He then heard that a funeral was to be held for the people who had died in the elevator. It was for the same people who had been in the hearse. That night Blackwell returned to the house. He couldn't help thinking that his destiny was somehow connected to the fate of the people in the hearse. As he entered the yard, he saw the hearse parked in the same spot. He walked up to it and opened the door. Inside sat a skeletal figure with a pale white face. It was the driver, and he smiled directly at Blackwell. “I told you there was room for one more,” he said. Blackwell screamed and ran out of the yard. He never returned to that place again. He was convinced that the curse of the hearse and its passengers was upon him. From that day on, he was a shadow of his former self. It seemed that no matter how far away he ran from the cursed house, the shadows of its past always followed him.