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The Tree of Death

A Ghostly Tale of Horror

By Sundar AzhwarPublished 2 months ago 6 min read
The Tree of Death
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Jack had always loved the countryside. He found peace and tranquility in the rolling hills and the swaying trees. He had grown up in a small village nestled in the countryside, and he had always felt a deep connection to the land.

So, when he found himself back in the village after many years away, he couldn't resist the urge to go for a walk and take in the sights and sounds of the countryside.

It was late in the evening when he set out, the sun was setting, and the sky was painted with hues of orange and pink. As he walked, he took in the beauty of the trees that surrounded him. The leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, and the branches swayed, creating a symphony of sound.

As he walked, he came across a tree that caught his eye. It was a tall and majestic tree, with branches that reached up to the sky. The leaves were a deep green, and they seemed to glow in the last rays of the setting sun. Jack couldn't help but stop and stare at the tree in wonder.

He walked closer to the tree, and as he did, he noticed that there was something odd about it. The tree seemed to have a strange aura about it, something that made him feel uneasy. But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Despite his unease, Jack decided to take a closer look at the tree. He walked around it, admiring the intricate patterns of the bark and the way the leaves seemed to dance in the breeze. But as he walked, he began to feel increasingly strange. He felt a sense of dread wash over him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that the tree was watching him.

He quickly left the tree and started to walk back towards the village. But as he walked, he couldn't shake the feeling that the tree was following him. He looked back, but the tree was nowhere to be seen.

Jack shrugged off the feeling and continued on his walk. But as he neared the village, he realized that the tree was not visible to everyone, only some people could see it. He couldn't understand why he was able to see the tree while others couldn't.

He decided that he would come back the next day to take a closer look at the tree in daylight. However, when he returned the next day, the tree was nowhere to be found. He searched the area but there was no sign of the tree. He was confused and shocked. He couldn't understand how a tree that was so big and beautiful could just disappear. But Jack knew that he had seen it, that the tree had been real.

That night, Jack couldn't shake off the thought of the missing tree. He decided to take another walk in the countryside, hoping to find some answers. As he walked, he noticed that the sky was getting darker and the air was getting colder. Suddenly, he saw the tree again. But this time, it was different. The branches were twisted and gnarled, and the leaves were brown and withered. Jack was terrified. He felt a cold chill run down his spine and he realized that this was no ordinary tree.

As he approached the tree, he heard a whispering voice that seemed to come from the tree itself. The voice said, "I am the tree of death. I take the lives of those who admire me." Jack knew that he had to run, but he couldn't move. He was paralyzed with fear. The tree continued to whisper, "I have taken the lives of many before you, and I will take yours too."

Jack's heart was pounding as he finally found the strength to turn and run. He didn't stop until he was back at his house. He locked the door and sat in the darkness, too scared to move. He knew that the tree would come for him.

The next morning, Jack was found dead in his house. The villagers said that he had died of a heart attack, but they couldn't explain the look of terror on his face. Some say that the tree of death still lurks in the countryside, only visible to a select few, waiting for its next victim.

The villagers were horrified by Jack's death and they knew that they had to do something to stop the tree. They formed a group and set out to find the tree, but it was not visible to everyone, only a select few could see it. They searched the countryside for days, but it seemed as though the tree had vanished into thin air.

One night, a young boy who could see the tree was out on a walk when he saw it again. He immediately ran back to the village and told everyone what he had seen. The villagers knew that they had to take action before anyone else was harmed. They gathered all the tools they could find and set out to destroy the tree.

When they finally found the tree, it was surrounded by an eerie mist. The villagers approached the tree with caution, but as soon as they began to chop it down, the tree began to scream. It was a blood-curdling scream that seemed to come from the depths of hell. The villagers were terrified, but they knew that they had to keep going. They kept chopping until the tree finally fell to the ground, and the scream stopped.

The villagers were relieved that the tree was finally destroyed, but they couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. They had destroyed the tree, but what about the spirits that it had taken? Did they now wander the countryside, looking for revenge?

The villagers decided to hold a vigil for the souls that the tree had taken, and they built a small shrine at the spot where the tree had stood. They lit candles and said prayers for the souls that had been lost. But even now, many years later, some say that they can still hear the whispering voice of the tree on quiet nights and that the spirits of those who fell victim to the tree still wander the countryside, trapped between this world and the next.

The villagers often advise travelers and visitors to be careful while wandering around the countryside, especially at night, and to not be tempted by the beauty of the trees, as not all trees are as they seem.

The tree of death had claimed its victims and left a haunting legacy behind it.

It serves as a reminder to all who hear the story, that sometimes, things are not always as they seem, and that beauty can hide a deadly secret.


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