Horror Story

Horror Story

    The guards found an old priest was fainted on the side of road at dawn near the gate. The guards offered the old one a cup of water and his hand was trembling and sprinkled his drink. His dull eyes were terrified as if he had seen ghosts. Constantly checking his back, the old man feared someone or as his described “something” had followed him. Then, he told the guard his village was scourged by an unknown but corrupted spirits. The old priest urged to warn the chieftain but the guards scoffed at him and mocked the old priest as an aging fool. At the end, the guards reluctantly sent the priest to our chieftain because they felt desolated.

     The clumsy priest rushed into the tavern when I and our chieftain were discussing the celebration of the king’s birthday. I was unpleased by the old fool’s rudeness since the majesty’s birthday was near and the preparation was behind scheduled. Yet, our chieftain held the old man’s hands and asked him to report his messages. Then, I heard the most unbelievable and ridiculous story ever.

        The priest lived at a small village not far away from ours. The village was well-known by their delicious sausages and their productive pig farms. Also, the villagers were famous because of their passionate hospitality. The priest said everything was normal and the villagers were busy to prepare the ceremony for the king’s birthday. “Then,” he whispered, “an ominous incidence occurred.” The peaceful pigs suddenly became fierce to each other and they were as if haunted by the evilness. The animal recklessly chewed the others even its piglets. The villagers were frightened but they refused to report because they fear the king might consider this was a bad sign and ruined the majesty’s mood.

    However, the story did not end there. According to the old man, a few villagers came to him yesterday morning and claimed that they were having a serve headache for days and the pain only aggravated. The priest told them that they were over-concerned at preparing the ceremony and then he offered the suffered villagers some lavender tea to help relaxing their tight nerves.

    In the mid night, the priest was praying in the church chamber as usual while a villager stormed in and interrupted him. “He looked nothing like a human,” the priest trembled, “all of his blood veins bulged out and something were crawling under his skin.” The aching villager kneed down and begged for help. However, the helpless priest could only pray and wish the agony and sorrow might vanish. “And then?” I teased the old fool and commanded him finished his story quickly. Our chieftain gave me a sharp glance implying me not to insult the priest furthermore. The priest paused for a while but he finally mumbled, “The man was possessed by a ghoul or banshee or something. His sudden growled hollowly and all the lights were diminished. His howl echoed in the holy church and the sharp roar pierced through my mind. His vengeful eyes turned into blood red and glowed clearly in the shadow.” I sizzled but the old fool continued his ridiculous story, “My instinct told me that the man had lost his last piece of saneness so I slowly retreated to the door that connected to cellar. The monster stood up and quickly dashed toward me.” The old fool added, “I was able to lock the monster inside the church’s chamber. However, as I rushed to the cellar, I heard the wooden door was crashed and the terrified howl broke the silence. I did not turn my head but I noticed a voice began to appear in my head. Fortunately I made it to the exit of the cellar and reached the ground.

       

The priest paused again but our chieftain asked him to continue. The old man took a huge breathe and continued his fantasy, “As I sneaked pass the butcher’s house, I heard he was chopping something. Splash. Splash. That couldn’t be pigs because we had either burned or buried the corpse early in the day. The chilling feel built up as I began to imagine what the butcher was working on. I was not brave enough to see.”

“My heart dropped into the pit and knew the damnation had begun when I saw a villager hanged his family up near the well. He sliced the livings with his sickle and enjoyed the pain he inflicted. I knew I should abandon this village. Everyone went insane and the village was surrounded by the screams from the innocent victims or the laughs from the ruthless monsters. I could not save anyone!” The old man burst into tears. The chieftain comforted him and murmured, “You had tried your best. You should not blame yourself anymore. I am sorry to your loss.”

        My impatience finally triggered me to end the old fool’s story. I grabbed the sorrowed priest and held him high in the air. I fiercely scolded at him, “Enough of your madness. How dare you spread these devilish words under the king’s name? Your cursed words bless no one but ruin this peaceful era. You are…” I was interrupted because the old fool cried out, “my head… it hurts. The voice reappears… The voice!” He struggled desperately and escaped my capture. Immediately, he exited the tavern and had not been seen in town again. Our chieftain harshly berated my impoliteness but I insisted listening to the old fool was just a waste of time.

   Later the day, everything was alright except the scout reported the horses had been unusually aggressive and the stable master was bitten.