I am back and still alive. I am kinda busy with my university work and research so I wont be doing much digital art probably for this year. Also I am currently trying to write a short horror story. I manage to write the opening but I have not finished the rest. Also I might consider editing it once I finish writing the entire story. Anyway here is a sneak peak for now.
Family Treasure
There was no animal sound on my way to the mausoleum of the late Baron. Perhaps the night had silenced them to witness my performance. My footstep and heartbeat were the music and I was the actor.
Two deformed lifeless men of stone greeted me as I arrived at the doorstep. These statues flanked the gray door and had silently guarded the entrance even as wind and time had mercilessly decayed them. Even as lichen had tarnished them. Most of their face has been eroded yet their mouth still smiled.
The helpless cry of the mausoleum door against my forceful assault broke the silence of the night. When silence returned, it had given in and I was inside. The air was damp and cold. Discolored mural decorated the interior wall, depicting the merciless assault the late Baron had done in his various conquest. On top of an altar with chipped black painting that had not seen any offering for years, sat a marble white memorial slab with faded carving.
On the far side of the chamber, stood another door. The air became much colder when I approached the door. Again I forced my entrance. It gave in and revealed a stair leading underground. I walked down and discovered a coffin decorated with image of angels and praise of the charity of the deceased. Where was his charity when he conquered my ancestors?
I opened the coffin. A skeleton lied there. Fear gripped me for a moment. I recollected myself and went to the coffin again. And then I saw them on the skeleton. The golden ring and jade amulet I had seen in my nightmares. I deprived them from the skeleton. I could not contain my smile, could not contain my laughter. I had done it. It was much easier than I thought. Nothing had gone wrong.
Suddenly there was draught which made me shiver. It made a strange crying like sound. My relief had died down and I became aware of the need to escape immediately.
I ran upstair. Closed the door. Dashed outside. Closed the entrance door. Ran again but I fell down. I picked it up and stood up. The entrance statues felt as if they were reproaching me. Their decayed figure were more deformed than before. I ran away.
I ran till my chest tightened and my heart beat a maddened rythm. A feeling of suffocation forced me to stop running, to breathe. The night broke its silence. A wild cacophony assaulted my ears. I wanted to go back to my empty apartment. Away from here. Away from these sounds.
I wanted to run away. My feet were ready to leap away. But the pain oppressing my chest would not allow me. My breathing was still uncontrollable. It felt hard. It was as if the air itself was lifeless, barren of life giving quality. I closed my eyes. I would close my ears too and neglect these sounds if I could. Yet I could not. These sounds and the pain in my chest, together they tortured my soul. I wanted to cry and I wanted to shout. Yet the tyrannical pain still in my chest forbade me, forcefully silenced my cries.
