Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

             As I sat on the ground in front of my husband's grave. My friend was nice to give him a burial. I rub my neck. Only three days, and it's still very sore. I guess I was lucky. It could have been much worse.
          Tears slowly run down my cheeks," I love you," I said," When my wounds heal. I will get our revenge."
           I got up, still weak, I walk back to the house. My friend was waiting for me in the doorway.
           " I still don't know how you're going to do it," he said.
           I handed him a piece of paper," If you don't mind," I said," Could you get some of these ingredients for me?"
           He unfolds the paper and look at the ingredients. There were a few things he recognized, like, apple seeds, and twine.
            " How am I going to get devil's mushrooms," he asked," I don't think I've ever heard of it before."
             " They grow in abundance over by the creek south of here in the thick forest," I answered," And they're black as night and very poisonous. So be careful."
            I suddenly felt dizzy, so he helped me to my bed," You're still weak," he said," get some rest. I'll go get this stuff. I'll be back in a couple hours."
            A little while after he left, I thought I heard shuffling around, so I grabbed the baseball bat by the bedroom door and crept slowly towards the noise.
           I peeked around the corner, and found a guy rummaging through my living room. He looked homeless. 
           " Lucky," I thought.
          I came out from around the corner, stepping in front of him. He stared at me. There was something about him. Almost gave me a chill.
           " Who are you," I asked, standing firm. I felt him staring into my soul.
           " You asked for me," he said," Deep in your soul."
           " Are you here to take it," I asked.
            " I am here, not because of your request," he explained," but because even in the eyes of God and I, not all religions are true. The community has crossed the line of purity, to something more evil, then even I will appreciate."
          " So, you're here to help me get revenge," I asked.
          He cackled," I'm here to put the balance of good and evil back into this town," he said," You just happen to be in the right spot at the wrong time."
          " Don't worry," he smiled," no deals this time. This one's free. After the deeds are done, you can rest knowing that I won't hold your soul in my pocket."
            He slowly walked up to me. He smelled like burning flesh, I tried to back away from the smell, but I couldn't move. He put his right hand on my forehead and I callapsed.