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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Fantasy / Dreams / Wishes
- Published: 10/04/2014
The Haunting
Born 1997, F, from Kuching, Sarawak, MalaysiaI turned around and realised that I was not alone. I saw my best friend, Amy. However, Amy looked dead. She looked paler than before. She was wearing a loose red gown which covered her feet. As I looked to the ground, I realised that she was floating! She stared at me blankly. I smelt death. My room smelt like frangipani. Suddenly, Amy floated closer towards me. I froze for a moment. Then, she whispered something into my ears.
“Mac, please help me. Please find that murderer and send him or her to me in the other world. Please, Mac. I am suffering in here. There is fire everywhere. I am afraid.”
After that, Amy floated out of my bedroom through the window which was ajar. It was my seventh encounter with Amy’s spirit since the night she was murdered. However, I was still frightened. She whispered the same thing to me every time she ‘visited’ me. I knew that I had to help Amy in searching for her murderer. Since then, I went to Amy’s death site every night. Everything seemed fine in Skeleton Valley until one night it happened.
As I was walking along this particular dark alley, I noticed a woman figure at the far end of the alley, about two metres away from me. Her skin glistened in the moonlight. She was wearing a white gown with her hair loosely tied into a ponytail. She had an alluring figure which caught my breath. She had her back facing me but I could see that she was holding something to her chest. As I looked farther down, I realised that she was actually holding a sabre in her other hand. I thought that she was there to practise some martial arts until I caught a glimpse of the odd handle of the sabre. The handle of the sabre was coated with amber. In my city, only the royal family had the right to own a sabre with a handle coated with amber. She might be a member of the royal family.
A chill ran down my spine. My heart pounded like a mad drum. Slowly, the lady lifted her head and turned around. To my utter surprise, she was Zeyla, the last concubine of King Djurja. She was holding a human head with rotten flesh. The next thing I saw was thick blood dripping from the sabre. She gave me a stare of animosity. All of a sudden, she sprang forward and throttled me. She was laughing hysterically. I was gasping for air but suddenly her grip loosened. However, it was definitely not the end. Zeyla fell to the ground. Her movements were strangely graceful and inhuman. Horrible cracking sound of bones filled the air. Her arms lengthened and her fingers stretched. She was growing and seemed oddly jointed at her spines, she shattered and her body reknit itself. With each pop and splinter of her body, she slowly advanced.
I shut my eyes as tightly as possible. I felt like a minion. Suddenly, I could feel heavy, warm breath on top of me. I knew that I was not going to close my eyes forever. Thus, I opened my eyes. I was terrified when I saw a white werewolf in front of me. Zeyla was a werewolf. A few seconds later, the beast spoke.
“I was infected many years ago. I need to drink human blood for survival. However, I couldn’t just kill the people in the palace. I was also the notorious murderer of your best friend and you shall be my next victim.”
With that, the beast pounced on me and scratched my neck with its sharp claws. I felt blood gushing out from my neck. My eyes were flooded with tears and I tried to call out for help. I called for God. However, there was no response. The beast advanced to my chest and started tearing me apart. Before it could pull out my internal vital organs, it started to rain. It poured and it was followed by lightning. A few moments later, the beast was struck by lightning. It let out a monstrous growl tumbling to the wet ground. It was dead. The concubine of the palace was dead in front of me. I was going to be in hot soup if the palace people caught me.
With total determination, I crawled out of the dark alley to seek help. Fortunately, a passer-by saw me and he quickly sent me to the nearest infirmary. I was placed in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU), half-conscious. I rested well until I heard a light knock on my ward door. It sprang open by itself and there, I saw Amy again. She was no longer wearing red. She had taken revenge in the afterlife. Her face showed tranquillity.
“Mac, I’ve done whatever I wanted to do with that beast. I can rest in peace now. Zeyla has turned over a new leaf in her new world here after several punishments and the torment she had faced. She has returned into the affable type. She might be the next ruler of the angels. Rest well, my best friend. I will come back and visit you in your dreams soon.”
I nodded and fell into a fitful sleep. When I woke up the next day, the nurses brought in the newspaper. I was under the limelight after the frightful incident! Reporters said that I was the first human being on Earth to survive a werewolf attack. Well, I trusted the fact that God listened to my prayers.
The Haunting(Samantha Lim)
I turned around and realised that I was not alone. I saw my best friend, Amy. However, Amy looked dead. She looked paler than before. She was wearing a loose red gown which covered her feet. As I looked to the ground, I realised that she was floating! She stared at me blankly. I smelt death. My room smelt like frangipani. Suddenly, Amy floated closer towards me. I froze for a moment. Then, she whispered something into my ears.
“Mac, please help me. Please find that murderer and send him or her to me in the other world. Please, Mac. I am suffering in here. There is fire everywhere. I am afraid.”
After that, Amy floated out of my bedroom through the window which was ajar. It was my seventh encounter with Amy’s spirit since the night she was murdered. However, I was still frightened. She whispered the same thing to me every time she ‘visited’ me. I knew that I had to help Amy in searching for her murderer. Since then, I went to Amy’s death site every night. Everything seemed fine in Skeleton Valley until one night it happened.
As I was walking along this particular dark alley, I noticed a woman figure at the far end of the alley, about two metres away from me. Her skin glistened in the moonlight. She was wearing a white gown with her hair loosely tied into a ponytail. She had an alluring figure which caught my breath. She had her back facing me but I could see that she was holding something to her chest. As I looked farther down, I realised that she was actually holding a sabre in her other hand. I thought that she was there to practise some martial arts until I caught a glimpse of the odd handle of the sabre. The handle of the sabre was coated with amber. In my city, only the royal family had the right to own a sabre with a handle coated with amber. She might be a member of the royal family.
A chill ran down my spine. My heart pounded like a mad drum. Slowly, the lady lifted her head and turned around. To my utter surprise, she was Zeyla, the last concubine of King Djurja. She was holding a human head with rotten flesh. The next thing I saw was thick blood dripping from the sabre. She gave me a stare of animosity. All of a sudden, she sprang forward and throttled me. She was laughing hysterically. I was gasping for air but suddenly her grip loosened. However, it was definitely not the end. Zeyla fell to the ground. Her movements were strangely graceful and inhuman. Horrible cracking sound of bones filled the air. Her arms lengthened and her fingers stretched. She was growing and seemed oddly jointed at her spines, she shattered and her body reknit itself. With each pop and splinter of her body, she slowly advanced.
I shut my eyes as tightly as possible. I felt like a minion. Suddenly, I could feel heavy, warm breath on top of me. I knew that I was not going to close my eyes forever. Thus, I opened my eyes. I was terrified when I saw a white werewolf in front of me. Zeyla was a werewolf. A few seconds later, the beast spoke.
“I was infected many years ago. I need to drink human blood for survival. However, I couldn’t just kill the people in the palace. I was also the notorious murderer of your best friend and you shall be my next victim.”
With that, the beast pounced on me and scratched my neck with its sharp claws. I felt blood gushing out from my neck. My eyes were flooded with tears and I tried to call out for help. I called for God. However, there was no response. The beast advanced to my chest and started tearing me apart. Before it could pull out my internal vital organs, it started to rain. It poured and it was followed by lightning. A few moments later, the beast was struck by lightning. It let out a monstrous growl tumbling to the wet ground. It was dead. The concubine of the palace was dead in front of me. I was going to be in hot soup if the palace people caught me.
With total determination, I crawled out of the dark alley to seek help. Fortunately, a passer-by saw me and he quickly sent me to the nearest infirmary. I was placed in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU), half-conscious. I rested well until I heard a light knock on my ward door. It sprang open by itself and there, I saw Amy again. She was no longer wearing red. She had taken revenge in the afterlife. Her face showed tranquillity.
“Mac, I’ve done whatever I wanted to do with that beast. I can rest in peace now. Zeyla has turned over a new leaf in her new world here after several punishments and the torment she had faced. She has returned into the affable type. She might be the next ruler of the angels. Rest well, my best friend. I will come back and visit you in your dreams soon.”
I nodded and fell into a fitful sleep. When I woke up the next day, the nurses brought in the newspaper. I was under the limelight after the frightful incident! Reporters said that I was the first human being on Earth to survive a werewolf attack. Well, I trusted the fact that God listened to my prayers.
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