A Haunted Soul

Hi there I'm Harri.J.lane and I have a confession.

This isn't a silly "tea party" story.

It's a serious. Important. Message.

I don't expect many of you to believe me....

So let's just start where it REALLY started.

Not a "Dark stormy night owls hooting"

None of that bullcrap.

So get ready.

For my story.

It all started when I was young around 4-5.

Someone once told me that there was a species of being called "The Watchers"

Beings who stare and learn from the human world.

Dousing out pain and misery to people who have done wrong in life.

I was young and didn't believe a thing of it.

But then later that afternoon I was watching a festival in the town square of my city.

Hundreds of people dancing and celebrating for some reason.

I was amazed by it all the music, the food ALL my senses just exploded and I began to run around wildly.

I danced for hours until I was at the edge of the crowd finding it hard to see the parade that had marched past over and over again.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the back of my jacket and I was pulled out of the people's way.

No one noticed, they were too busy.

I struggled to let myself free scared of who or what might be behind me.

Twisting and turning I fell from the hands of what had grabbed me.

(Now unfortunately while I was dancing I overdid it and sprained my knee)

Because of this, when I tried to run back into the croud I tripped over and twisted in the air landing backwards looking behind where I was moments before.

A dark charred face stared back, eyes delving deep into the creatures face like caverns of stone and ores.

Instead of a nose two dark slits showed the mark.

The mouth twitching in a evil twisted sad smile purple lips bleeding with bitten slices.

White skin with crusty dried blood all around the creature took one step back.

Tripping on its own dark black cloak the creature tumbled in the air and landed on his ankle twisting it.

Intoxicating mutated scarred feet showed from under the cloak bones jutting many centimetres from where they should be.

Crawling back into a standing position the creature tried to re-grab me with its surprisingly small child like hands with extremely dark fingernails.

I dodged the grab and stepped back quickly into the crowd of dancing happy people.

Standing still the creature whispered even though about a meter from me I heard clearly:

"This game we play is not a joke your friends bodies lay in charred smoke"

"Never call for any help or I will kill you and you will yelp"

Crawling away backwards the swarm of people crowded around me I was terrified.

Ever since then every moment of my life has been a sick twisted game.

I follow the rules of the creature that brought this upon me in fear of it damaging my friends and family.

And still as I write this story words echo in my mind as I am sent my next mission from my otherwordly masters.

"Release your story for your time is nigh do not lie or you will die"

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