Gothic Short Stories

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I stand on the crumbling edge of what once used to be a vibrant, lively town, now. reduced to a ruins. St. Kilda--a cemetery of forgotten promises and shattered dreams, a ghost-infested city, that mirrors the abyss inside me. The buildings once stood tall, now their skeletal remains are entwined with vines that writhe and coil, mimicking stories murmured by the icy gust. Their shattered windows gaze like empty eye sockets, staring out into the void with a gloomy blankness. Tattered curtains flap in the uninviting wind, whispering a ghostly echo for those that lived before. The streets crawl with restless spirits of the past, filled with echoes of anguished cries. As I tread through the debris laden cobblestone, I feel an unseen force directing …show more content…

He begs for his life, his cries echoing in the empty halls. I savour his fear, the way it courses through my veins like a drug. With each slash of my blade, I feel a twisted sense of satisfaction, a fleeting moment of control in a chaotic world. As the life drains from his eyes, I see my father’s face, his evil grin taunting me from the grave. “You’ll never be free,” he sneers, “You’re just the same as me.” The words cut deeper than any wound, a reminder of the monster I’ve become. I laugh, a bitter, hollow sound, and wipe the crimson blood off my stained hands. In the silence that follows, I hear Mothers voice again, a soft whisper in the darkness, “Zaroon, come home.” I turn expecting to see her frail form standing in the doorway, but nothing, only the loneliness of my own mind. I am alone, the last remnant of a broken family, a ghost in a ghost town. I return to the hospital, my footsteps echoing in the deserted halls. Mother’s room is just as I left it, her body motionless, her eyes closed. I sit beside her, taking her cold hand in mine. “Mother,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “I’m sorry.” But there is no forgiveness for someone like

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