SomethingScary

The trail upon which I found myself was overgrown with thick foliage, hampering my progress through the dark, infected woods. As I came around the final bend, I was shocked to find..

A board game made out of oak wood. It had multiple spaces around, from start to finish, all lined in black. The strange thing about this board game was that there was only one player’s piece, which was a Pawn from Chess. Usually board games are played with someone else, but this one apparently wasn’t.

I did not have time to dawdle around, I had to deliver the message to the Village. For if I didn’t, I could be punished severely. But..One game wouldn’t hurt.

I observed the board game for a while, making sure there were no traps.

Once I approved that it was clear was when I approached the wood game. There were sentences in the boxes, like any kind of board game would have with the exception of Chess.

The dice, just like the board game, was made of wood. Even though it was just a random board game, one roll wouldn’t do anything. But..

After a long while of pondering about the situation, I finally decided to grab the dice and roll them. I added the numbers together, and moved the player piece 6 boxes.

“The darkness of your own soul corrupts your mind,” I read the sentence written in the box out loud, then chuckled. “Such an absurd joke.”

As I took the dice, I didn’t notice the box that just appeared next to me.

The dice made a clacking sound on the board as I rolled them, then landed on the number that added to 6. “Again?!” A shocked voice of a girl shrieked of excitement. And it wasn’t my own

I was trying to decide what to exactly say. “W-who are you?” I shouted out, trying to find out who the voice belonged to.

“Who?” The voice asked after me. “Me?” She asked. I nodded a bit frantically, completely and utterly petrified.

“Why, I’m the one that dropped the board game.” A little girl jumped out from behind a tree, making me jump just a bit. She had a white clean nightgown and long brown curly hair. And in her hand was a beautiful black rose. Her skin was as pale as a ghost. Well, if ghosts had skin, that is.

“Oh, it’s just a girl!” I laughed at myself for being  afraid of her. “What are you doing here?”

The girl tilted her head, “waiting for someone to play, of course.” She answered in a sweet voice that reminded me of those sweet sugar cubes you place in tea.

“I mean why are you all alone in these woods,” I restated my question, seeing she didn’t get it the first time. This was a girl, after all.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just woke up under a tree.” She smiled, her bright red eyes gleaming-Hold on for a second..Red eyes? Why, I’ve never heard nor seen of such a thing in my life.

Deciding to ignore it, I just continued the conversation. She might have been insulted if I commented on her red eyes.

“So...Where are your siblings?” I asked. She shrugged, “the sun and the moon cannot rise together. I don’t know where she is.”

I simply nodded and looked at the board game, finally seeing the box which was now shaking.

“Might want to get that,” a demonic, evil and dark voice spoke. I turned to see the girl was gone.

“O-o-okay….” I didn’t even bother getting the box. I mean-

My thoughts were interrupted when everything went black.

 

I didn’t really see myself, or my twin sister or mother. But I felt their presence. Yes, I had a twin sister and a mother, unbelievable, right?

The setting was at a field, a blanket set by a single Well. I heard some voices but two of them stood out. It was my mother’s and my twin sister’s.

“Now, don’t skip near the well. You might fall,” my mother’s voice said calmly.

“But I want to see what it’s like there,” my twin sister’s voice whined.

It then skipped to my mother kneeling in front of a grave. The grave had no name, but the words “Happy You” were written on it with pink cursive letters.

The dream finally skipped to my mother in front of a bed, like she was praying. Another demonic voice spoke, “would you trade one daughter for the other?” It said.

My mother began to shake, due to her sobbing. “N-no...I would give my soul.”

 

And that’s when I woke up, screaming. It was darker now, at least Midnight. But that wouldn’t stop me...I have to get to that village and deliver the message I was supposed to give. Although it probably wouldn’t help now.

I got up, brushing all the dirt and leaves off of me, then looking down at the board game. The box was still there, causing me to scream again.

‘The darkness of your own soul corrupts your mind.’

Without a warning, the dice was lifted and it rolled again, landing on a 3 and another 3. The player piece moved 6 spaces by itself and landed on: the box that read ‘The deaths of others bewitch you with their stare.’

I tried to move, but simply couldn’t. It was like something was holding me there, forcing me to watch Fate take place.

The dice was rolled again, landed on 4 and 2. The player piece moved another 6 spaces and landed on a box that read: ‘Drown in the depths of misery and suffering.’

I tried to kick, tried to do something. But simply couldn’t.

The final throw had 5 and 1. The player piece moved another 6 spaces and it landed on a box which read: ‘Burnt by the flames of the irrelevant.’

Then everything stopped. The dice dropped on the board, the box stopped shaking. And I could finally move.  

“T-that was…” I didn’t finish the sentence because honestly, I don’t even know what just happened even though I saw it with my own eyes. “J-just a game.” I kept repeating to myself and tried to believe that it was just a game.

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Another long hour of walking, It was now Witching Hour, 1 o’clock to 3. Unfortunately, I didn’t know what the exact time was, but I could still tell that it was around 1 in the morning.

That’s when I felt like something was watching me. And I know that feeling all too well, in fact. I turned around quickly only to see a shadow of a face in the darkness of the trees. The face looked more like a white mask, but two single red dots were replaced as eyes. But it disappeared right when I saw it.

“Great..” I muttered and continued walking, but every time I looked away from what was ahead, I saw that same face..

‘The deaths of others bewitch you with their stare.’

“Almost there,” I said as I looked at the rising sun, which was just now peeking over the trees. It was beautiful, watching the sunlight like this, so bright and colorful..And I could hear a stream. Now that I think of it, my throat is really dry. After waking up from sleeping on the cold ground, thirst was probably the least of my problems.

I walked off the trail, making sure to use landmarks that would help me find my way back. The sound of the running stream filled my ears as I got closer...And closer…

There was no stream. No stream at all. At least, stream would be an understatement.

It was a lake, not huge, but a decent height. Although, it looked terribly deep that the waters were almost black. A lake being that deep, I’ve never heard of such a thing. But then again, water was water.

I took off my shoes and at first, just dipped my feet in the lake. But then I jumped in.

“I really wonder how deep this is. Must be a lot, if the water is almost black!”

And that’s when my suspicions were cleared.

It first started with cries of pain and despair, clawing at my ears and into my brain, leaving scars against my skull. The screams almost made my ears bleed.

But it didn’t concern me until it got to my ankles, dragging me down. The screams of the people that died drowning in this lake..Working together to make others feel their pain and devastation. The unbearable weight that they carry for being foolish enough to swim in this lake. But the only fool that was left was me. I tried my best to get away, but they wouldn’t let go.

Demons are created by emotions of your soul, body and mind. Not to forget spirituality and subconscious. These demons were created by me, and I could erase them from existence. And so I will.

I kicked more, and felt the screams loosen. When I brought my feet up, they let go.

But I was already all the way at the bottom, so it would be trouble to try and swim back up...And my oxygen was low as well.

Well...Looks like this is probably the end. Although I will try my best, there are no words that can be written, nor brush strokes laid on canvas, that can describe the utter horror of the things I saw as I tried swimming back up to surface. But I made it.

Now gasping for air, I saw white dots as I stood up, It took me a while to adjust to the ground itself, but I managed to get my shoes on and continue walking.

‘Drown in the depths of misery and suffering.’

 

The heat blared on my head as I walked under the pillars that read: “Hill Side Village.” Perfect, this was the village I was supposed to send my message to.

“Hello, may I ask-” I started, until everyone looked at me like I was an escaped convict from the insane asylum. “Uh…”

There were shouts throughout the tiny village.

“Burn her!” “Kill it!” “That thief!”

What are they talking about? I didn’t do anything!

“That wicked girl! Burn her for her Sins!” Another villager shouted. My eyes showed that I knew nothing about what they were accusing me of, and that I was caught like a deer in headlights.

But they didn’t seem to care. Before I could protest to any of them, everything went black.

 

The shouts of villagers woke me up, and I looked up since my head was hanging. My arms were on a crucifix, my wrists nailed into the wood, as well as both of my feet.

The nails hurt immensely, and blood was dripping from my hands and feet to the ground, marking my grave. The villagers were holding torches, all of them. And that’s when I noticed.

‘The darkness of your soul corrupts your mind.’

‘The deaths of others bewitch you with their stare.’

‘Drown in the depths of misery and suffering.’

‘Be burnt by the flames of the irrelevant.’

Then the box..I never opened that box. Maybe if I had opened the box, none of this would have happened. The girl would have never appeared, the board game would have disappeared..

Pain struck me first as the first torch made contact with my foot. I looked down and saw that I was no longer me..But that demonic entity. I was that girl with the black rose..

I began to shake, but not scream. Then the next flame, and the next one. One by one, flame by flame. I felt my skin melting off my muscles and bones.

Unfortunately, the Grim Reaper must be on holiday because I’m still alive to feel my skin being melted and ripped.

The box that was by the board then appeared in front of the crucifix, and the ribbon began to untie. As I took my final breath, there came out.

A single Black Rose