TRIGGER WARNING: very dark, reader discretion is advised.
I do not own the image, found it through google image search.
This is an early work and my first attempt at horror.
Black Eyed Beast
I run. I hear it coming and i run.
It's heavy footsteps pounding the earth behind me rapidly, loudly, each one bringing it closer and closer to me.
It's black eyes gleaming with bottomless evil in the distance, never letting me out of their sight.
I have been running from it for so long that i can no longer who i am or why i am still running,
All i know and feel is inescapable fear.
Fear, that makes me keep running even though each second is agony;
My muscles burning with fire,
My breath like cold ice,
My heart tearing with each pump...
... My mind numb with overflowing terror.
Yet somehow i know that if i stop, i will be thrust into a night of nightmares with no dawn.
The ground beneath me is unstable, uneven and i may lose my footing any moment... yet i do not.
My body is crashing through leaves and branches that obstruct my way... yet i do not stop.
Heavy rain is falling onto me, making my movements heavier and heavier... yet i press on.
What is chasing me?
Why can't i escape it?
Why can't i who i am?
Then, as time itself loses all meaning... the truth comes to me;
The uneven, infuriatingly unstable ground that i have been walking on, is not ground.
I am walking on corpses.
Corpses of those that died because of me, now forming the path of doom i tread.
What i thought to have been branches and leaves obstructing my path, were not what i had thought.
They were cold, decaying hands.
Hands of those i had betrayed and wronged, their grudges ensnaring me for what was chasing me.
The rain that had soaked me to the bone... no, if only it was just that.
It was blood.
Blood of my own innocence that i had torn apart, now falling on me like tears sorrow.
Who am i? I now...
What is chasing me? I know what it is...
As i , my fear turns to despair.
And my feet no longer move.
The hands grab me in their cold grasp, holding me up.
I hear them mumbling curses and howling for to my chaser that i am caught.
The one that has been chasing me,
The one i have ran from for so long,
I finally see you.
A hideous beast;
Skin stained with blood of sins.
Claws saturated with repulsive venom of crimes.
Eyes pitch black with endless, bottomless darkness of evil.
I know where i am, who i am and who he is.
This is hell.
I am damned.
I have now met the devil...
... And he wears my face.
The End
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