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December 17, 2020
The Psychotic Killer (Horror Story)
"There's not another way Bhaskar, we either try to kill him now or we spend the rest of our lives here," Bhaskar's brother Gaurav exclaimed. "I'm not going out there," muttered Bhashkar, "I'll take my chances." After having spent weeks tinkering, Gaurav had finally managed to pry open the door of the dreadful bathroom they were confined in. The bathroom was tightly congested, with repulsive blood-spattered walls, a distorted mirror, and repugnant scents of excrement. Bhairav's cowardice and reluctance to leave the nauseating bathroom baffled Gaurav, but Gaurav had already made up his mind. Nevertheless, Gaurav still uselessly begged for his brother's help one last time before leaving to terminate the life of their malicious kidnapper. The kidnapper, archaic but quick-witted, grabbed his bayonet just seconds after hearing the bathroom door open. Gaurav, unaccompanied, with only a razor-edged shard of a mirror in his hand, attempted to take out the formidable and perverted abductor. Gaurav managed to put up a fight, dodging some of the swift swipes of his opponent's sword but couldn't prevail. The demented foe ultimately dealt Gaurav a blow near the heart putting him in a critical state. However, a quick death would've been too simple for the kidnapper; anyone who defied him was more than deserving of torture. He then proceeded to cut off every digit of Gaurav's body starting with the toes. Gaurav screamed in terrible agony and desperately wept, "Just kill me already." The degenerate showed no sympathy and continued to slash Gaurav until he gruesomely bled out. Bhashkar, having been too frightened to answer his brother's screams, lolled in the corner of the bathroom till the kidnapper came. Having noted that Bhaskar did not revolt with his brother, the psychotic killer had no intentions of harming him. Bhaskar was much more useful for his troubled lust. So instead, he tossed Bhaskar a limb of his brother, blatantly warning him.
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December 14, 2020
The Crazy Circus (Horror Story)
“ I’m Inspector Jyoti Agdekar. Could you show me to the cages? “
The bald man stared for a long second at my badge before grabbing the keys on the table.
“ Welcome to the Joginder Circus, miss. Follow me, please”, he said, while pointing with his index to the stairs leading to the basement.
“ I’m sorry for your feet, though. The cages are not really a place for such an elegant young lady “
“ Don’t worry about me. I heard some complaints about the way your staff is treating the animals. You know I’m going to report anything suspicious, don’t you, Mr. Shashi?”, I responded, my heels echoing on the cold stone.
There was a moment of silence, none of us want to continue the conversation. I started to look for any clue, insignificant or not until Mr. Shashi shook slightly the bundle of keys in his hand and asked
“ What is your favorite animal? “
I snorted, rolling my eyes.
“ I am not a fan of silly questions, Mr. Shashi “
“ Come on. Everyone wished to have a pet as a kid “, he insisted, showing a somewhat kind smile.
A chill went down my spine as he pushed the door of the cage’s room. That place smelled and felt like a flavorless jar of pickles.
“ I don’t think animals are meant to be held captive. There’s something...so human in their eyes, you know “
An elephant was sleeping in the center, his peacefulness reminding me of my little Amod, waiting for his mother to come. The feeling of discomfort wrapped my whole body, so I almost begged Mr. Shashi to talk to me.
“ I don’t have a lot of knowledge, but shouldn’t this room be warmer, like their natural habitat? “
I passed his cage only to meet the absent gaze of a monkey, staring right through my soul, as my grandfather did before being taken to the mental hospital. I bit my lower lip, waiting in vain for it to change position.
“ How are these monsters going to behave if you give them what they want? I’m sorry, miss, I think the tour is over “, he tried to push me to the existing.
With the corner of my eye, I managed to see another almost lifeless piece of fur, a tiger. If the sadness could have been a creature, it would be that poor tiger.
“ What about the other rooms?”, I asked.
Mr. Shashi looked like a fusion of confusion and shock, so I clarified:
“What about the keys? You haven’t used any of them the whole way”
Instinctively, the man tried to hide the bundle in his pocket. That was the moment I knew for sure something wasn’t right.
“ What are you talking about? “
The next thing I know, a sharp pain, like a needle, invaded the back of my neck. I felt my feet collapsing under the weight of my whole body, my upper eyelids too heavy to keep it going.
All I could think about was my little son Amod, waiting for his mother to come...
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