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It started as a normal day like any other. It was late afternoon, as waves crashed down on the cold rocky shores of Gadarenes. Mixed in with the fog, evil plotted sinister plans in the darkness of a cave. If you were quiet enough you could here posed men scream out in awful agony in the depths of caves, as they cut themselves, and screamed out terrible blasphemies. As I watched over, my swine, who were eating yellow and green flowers that were frosted over by the nights cold. I could always sense evil lurking in the shadows, watching me, taunting me. I despised this job because of the location. It was the most isolated part of the village where I worked, but my mother had made me take on this job. Because we needed money. Since my father had left, we have been struggling to stay alive. …show more content…
I feared for my life at work, because, this was the same location of the demon possessed men. People in the small poor town always told stories about these vicious men that know one could subdue them. They were tortured by demons day and night. I believe these stories because I could hear particular screams of agony all day in the distance; in the darkness of caves, but they were exceedingly loud today. One day I might get the courage to check it out, but I would've never thought that day was today. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ But when I heard a man screaming, “ why have you come?” In the distance my curiosity got the best of me I said to the other shepherds, “i'm going to check if there are any predators lurking
...merchant's story he is overwhelmed with curiosity and swears that he will stay with him to see what happens with him and the demon. They were motivated more by their curiosity than their fear of the demon. And finally, the demon himself is at least a little bit curious as he is willing to hear each man's strange and amazing story so that it might save the life of the merchant.
I didn’t know where exactly I was going. But I didn’t care. I walked aimlessly in search of shelter, a place where I could seek refuge. Hours went by, and I was losing hope. When out of the corner of my eye, through the distant, dense foliage. I noticed what could have been salvation. I was fatigued and in a feeble state, was I hallucinating? Or was this real? I stumbled through the valley, my eyes fixated on the dwelling ahead. Much to my delight it was very real. I arrived at the cabin and surveyed the surroundings. The shack itself was isolated, old and tattered, as if unattended to for an eternity. I knocked on the door, and suddenly became overwhelmed by a supernatural feeling. I could hear frantic rumbling and murmuring inside, evidently the occupant wasn’t expecting a visitor. I waited a while longer, and finally the door creaked open and I was greeted by three of the utmost repulsive looking creatures I had ever had the displeasure of laying my eyes on. As disgusted as I was, I was in no position to turn away, I needed their help. They welcomed me into their abode and provided me with nourishment and directions on how to return
It all started on a sunny Sunday morning. We all had our memory erased when we first got in here. I don't know what or why I am in here for. All I know is that something bad is going to happen. I am in a prison cell with five other people. I never thought that I would end up in such a place. I tried to leave several times, but they always threw me back in here. They are called The Keepers. They have kept me in here for what seems like forever. I have to get out of here somehow. My cell mates said that today was the beginning of hunt. I have heard many stories about it, but I am not quite sure what it is exactly. They basically let us out for four days to see how far we get before they come get us and drag us back into the cells to get killed later on. Their main goal was to kill us or let us kill ourselves. Every night they sent out the guard dogs to collect all of the bodies of the people who died on the hunt days. There are also different kinds of traps
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Every time I sat on that chair I closed my eyes. I was not brave enough to see that ugly monster doing his bloody game on me. When you see this monster, you would be scared from him too. his appearance was not good,nor has the room. Every time he entered the room he had to bend, so he could enter. Even his head had strange things. For instance, his lips were strange. When you see them, you would be able to know the definition of darkness. I even thought he ate cigarettes not smoked them .
As I approached my house I began to pick up my pace but the man behind me took bigger, faster steps. The wind turned into gusts, the night became bitter and my panic started taking over. The sound of wind chimes in the nearby homes made it almost ghostly as well as the occasional flicker of the street lights. The whole neighborhood seemed to pick up on what seemed a supernatural night. I came up to my block, ran up the creaky porch, and turned around to see if he was there but to my amazement, he stood at the corner still staring at me but frozen and didn’t leave until I opened the door. He just turned around and left as if nothing had happened.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.