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Strange

A Horror Story.

By Tamseela AroojPublished about a year ago 3 min read
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The wind howled through the desolate town, as a thick fog rolled in, obscuring the streetlights and shrouding everything in an eerie mist. Emily was on her way home from work, walking alone through the empty streets, her footsteps echoing loudly as she tried to keep her nerves under control.

As she walked, she heard strange noises behind her, like footsteps crunching on gravel. She turned around, but there was no one there. She quickened her pace, her heart beating faster and faster.

Suddenly, she heard a loud scream. It sounded like it was coming from the abandoned building she was passing. She hesitated, but then curiosity got the better of her and she approached the old, rundown building. She pushed open the door and stepped inside. The place was dark, musty and cold, and she could barely see a thing. She called out, but there was no response. She walked further in, hoping to find something or someone.

As she was about to turn around and leave, she heard a strange whispering sound coming from one of the dark corners of the room. She couldn't make out what it was saying, but it sounded like a name. Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed her shoulder. Emily screamed and tried to run, but the grip was too strong. She turned around and saw a figure standing there, dressed in rags, its face twisted in a grotesque snarl.

The figure began to drag her towards the shadows, its grip tightening on her shoulder. Emily screamed and kicked, trying to free herself, but it was no use. The figure was too strong. As they approached the shadows, Emily could see dozens of other figures emerging from the darkness, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. She tried to scream for help, but the words stuck in her throat.

She was dragged into the shadows, never to be seen again. The town was left with a legend of the haunted building and the people who disappeared there, never to return. And on stormy nights, the whispers and the screams could still be heard, echoing through the deserted streets.

Years went by, and the haunted building remained abandoned, a place of terror and mystery. However, some brave souls ventured inside, hoping to uncover the truth about the disappearances and the haunting.

One such person was a young journalist named Alex. He had always been fascinated by the paranormal and had heard stories of the building since he was a child. He decided to investigate and write a story about it. He entered the building, armed with a flashlight and a notepad. The place was just as creepy and rundown as he had heard, but he felt a thrill of excitement as he began to explore. He soon found evidence of the people who had disappeared there - clothes, personal belongings, and even some old letters.

As he was about to leave, he heard a strange whispering sound, just like Emily had heard all those years ago. He followed the sound to a dark corner of the room, where he saw a faint light coming from behind a pile of rubble.

He pushed the rubble aside and found a hidden door, which led to a secret room. Inside, he found an old diary, written by one of the people who had disappeared there. The diary revealed the dark secrets of the building and the evil entity that haunted it.

As Alex read the diary, he felt a sudden chill in the air. He looked up and saw the figures emerging from the shadows, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. He tried to run, but the figure grabbed him, dragging him towards the shadows.

Alex closed his eyes, expecting the worst. But then he heard a voice, a soft and gentle voice, calling his name. He opened his eyes and saw a figure, dressed in white, standing in front of him.

The figure reached out a hand and touched Alex's forehead. Suddenly, he was overcome with a sense of peace and calmness. The figures disappeared, and the haunted building was silent once again.

Alex left the building, feeling changed by the experience. He knew that he had uncovered the truth about the building and the entity that haunted it. He wrote his story, warning others to stay away from the haunted building, but also sharing the message of hope and redemption that he had learned.

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Tamseela Arooj

Meet me: writer, procrastinator, fridge enthusiast. Dreaming of a best-seller that's actually worth reading.

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