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The Crawler

The Crawler.
“Suki, I think we have reached the place” I said as I checked the location again in my map. He exhaled deeply and dropped his backpack to the floor. He stood there for a few seconds looking at the vast green space in front of him. We had hiked about ten miles deep into the forest to reach this spot, it was almost at the middle of the forest. And according to our spirit map, this is the space where we would find the Crawler. For many years, ghost hunters had tried capturing the crawler. It was the rarest kind of spirit which was known in the spirit world. And what made the demon so powerful was the combination of the spirits. The crawler was a combination of man, animal and the forest. Research done by various experts on the crawler showed that it never came off the ground, it was always attached to it while crawling or attacking and the only way to defeat it would be to make it detach itself from the ground. And that was what we were going to do. Suki was one of the wo…

The illness

The illness.

They would come any moment now. I was locked away in a room. The silence in the room made me restless, a soft ring echoed in my ears. I felt as if my brain was going to explode. I sat with my legs folded to my chest on the bed, alone waiting for them to come and torture me, pierce me with the needles, experiment on my body. I kept looking at the door anticipating the keys and then I heard the keys unlocking the door. They were here. I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. He came in with his assistant. I jumped out of the bed and ran to the corner of the room. I tried pushing myself against the wall, but that was the end. There was no escape. I crouched myself against the wall.  The duo approached me. He wore a long white full coat reaching down to his knees, his face was pale white and the wrinkled severely, especially around the corner of his eyes and his mouth. The few strands of white hair were tightly tied back to a small bun; his scalp was shining through it. A wide…

Smoked up

Smoked up.
He crushed the remaining cigarette filter, the small ashtray was overflowing with cigarette buds, but he managed to push this one. He lit up a new one and took a deep drag. Now he could think again. He couldn’t write without it; he couldn’t do anything without it. He had been working on his fifth book for about a year now and was now at the end stages of his first draft. His first three books had sold only a few thousand copies but somehow he managed to find publishers. His fourth book became a bestseller. He had changed his genre from romance to horror and it worked. Now his fifth book was the years most anticipated horror, it was based on true events about how a demon possessed a mentally ill mother and how it troubles the family. With this book, his initial struggle as an artist was coming to an end. In order to concentrate on this book, he had shifted to a house at the outskirts. The house situated far away from the town, with only a small road leading to it was the p…