A silly attempt
at horror stories..
Untitled-II : The Inscription
By: sdna
(Excerpts from the journal of a mentally ill patient)
I could remember all of it.
It has been exactly a year and 3 days ago. I lived in the house then. It was mine. Oh how I discovered it the hard way on why the house was sold to me at a very low price. Yes, I could remember the first night. The eerie sounds I heard downstairs (It was a 2-storey house), the strange clicking in the windowsill beside my bed every night, the footsteps in the ceiling just above me and in the adjoining room. That was the first night. I have always wondered how I lasted a full week in the goddamned house. Just like Amityville.
I should have married. Maybe I would have a companion in this dump of a hospital. Why did they appear only to me? Why won’t you believe me?
To start, it was at the first night. I was eating. And I was alone. My only companion was the radio by the living room, a few meters away. Then it started. As I was eating, there was a scratching sound on the other side of the wall, inside the cellar. I thought it was the just some rat. Some rat, by the intensity of the scratching it’s as if some corpse was trying to get out of his casket. Startled, I tried to investigate. Inside the cellar, I saw what looked like a writing of a 5-year old, except that the writing seemed to be imprinted from within the cement. The text was all too clear. It was the text that frightened me. As I was in a state of bewilderment, I felt a liquid splash in my forehead. It was blood. Not fresh, just black, but clearly blood. It was from the hole in the ceiling of the cellar. I looked up, and inside it was a pair of eyes. Just eyes. Bloodshot. No silhouette of a face whatsoever. Of course, who would not be frightened by seeing eyes floating in the darkness, looking at you, eye to eye? I ran. I ran like hell. As I stepped outside, I inhaled deeply, trying to assure myself that it was pure imagination, all of it. Yeah, right. My next-door neighbor was 200 meters away (It was a semi-rural area), so I decided to face this on my own, quite a stupid idea. As I faced back the house, I saw a young woman in the balcony outside my room upstairs. The woman had a brown cloak and she covered her face with a hood. As I strained to look at her, not daring to move, I…saw no eyes. There were just empty, gaping holes. But, as suddenly as I saw her, after a few seconds, she was gone. I thought that all this shit couldn’t be real. It’s all in my head. Yup, just all in my head.
The text I saw in the cellar still bothered me. After the preceding events, everything seemed back to normal, or so I thought. I then slept. I had a peaceful sleep. In my dream, I felt as though somebody was scraping my back, and the whole world seemed black. Then somebody seemed to be saying my name, in a quite heavenly, melodic voice. Suddenly, it occurred to me that the voice, my name, the scratching…was not a dream at all. I sat upright. Then what came next really killed the remaining guts I have in my system. I saw the same woman, outside my window, looking at me. She had one of the eyes I saw in the cellar. She was being lighted by something under her, which made me see her body inside her gown, but there was no body at all. Then I turned around, I saw a dozen hairy hands, scratching me. There were only hands, with no arms. I screamed, for all I cared. God, it was a fucking hell of a scare. As I tried to jump off the bed away from the arms, I heard a strange scratching outside my bedroom door. Then I suddenly looked up, and saw a doll, about 2 feet tall, with the face like that of Chucky, fly towards me. Out of instinct, I grabbed the nearest chair and pounded on the doll (Which was already clawing its way into my Cerebrum). Distracting the Only-God-Knows-What-Things in my bed, I ran towards the door. I heard the heavenly voice again. It was saying: Come outside, [Author’s name], everything’s gonna be fine. She (Female voice) sounded like my late mother. Of course, I was not stupid enough to open the door, but I did…and I regretted. The next moments were hazy. I could not remember much. All I could remember seeing was fire everywhere, with weird apparitions shouting at me, loud scratching on the walls, floor and ceiling. Then there was a loud laugh. A laugh sounded like it came of a large cavern. The voice was very deep. Then somebody…something, came out of the dark hallway. A man clothed in pitch-black clothes. He stared beyond my soul. Shivers came down my spine. I shouted. I shouted. Still, I shouted. Then there was memory block. All I could remember is that when I came into consciousness, I am already a convicted psychopath that murdered hundreds. All this means nothing save the text I saw in the cellar, imprinted within the wall, 1 year and 3 days ago. It said…Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam.