Horror: Pyramid's shadow Scary: Dark Psychological( Short Stories SPECIAL FREE BOOK INCLUDED) ((Horror Suspense Paranormal Short Stories) (Supernatural, Suspense, Psychological Thriller)) Read Online Free PDF Page B

deserved it. You don’t know anything about them do you? They didn’t even tell you they were playing a game and all they wanted was the money of the bet; do you even know who I am? You should have read about me in history, I guess they didn’t relate my own story, let me relate it to you.”That horseman with the pyramid’s head said.
    “Get away from me, you killed them all, what did they do to you? I’m the next right?” Brook inquired in a shaking voice covering her brother’s eyes with her hand.
    “I can kill you right now, but first you have to listen to what I want to say, why nobody wants to listen to me, I used to be human like you before committing that crime, it had been a very long time, I came from Egypt, I used to be very happy until the day I saw my mother betraying my father with her attendant and when they noticed my presence, they imprisoned me in a dark coffin and threw it in the desert, no one came to save me, it was all because of them, I thought it was over for me until one day I woke up to find out that I became like this. And since that day, have promised me to avenge what they did to me.”That creature explained.
    “And what does this have to do with me and my relatives? You killed them mercilessly, they were innocent.” Brook commented bitterly.
    “Each one of you committed a crime, you kept it all from anybody but I knew about it, I know what you did, I know you were driving when that accident occurred to your family, and I know that you have never been able to forgive yourself.” That creature added.
     
    Brook didn’t want to talk to that creature anymore and Brook couldn’t imagine what could happen to her or her brother, there was no way she could let that beast kill her brother. Her mind ceased buzzing and she started thinking in way out of that mess. She knew that if she would run, that creature would be able to catch her and she would be as good as dead, so she sought that she had only two options; up or down. Down meant to be killed like her relatives and up meant that she had to face that creature and kill him before it would kill her and her brother. Brook stayed silent for a while then while that creature was sniffing the blood of her relatives, she picked up a knife that was thrown on the floor, it wasn’t the steak knife she had been hoping to pick up but it was sharp enough for Brook to stab that creature within his back, she kept stabbing and stabbing. Blood splashed everywhere and covered her face but she didn’t stop, she was still stabbing that creature from behind even after it fell on the floor. Dale was crying, there was no doubt he was very scared when he saw his sister turning out to be the real killer and while Brook was still holding the knife and stabbing, her brother rushed to the outside door and ran away from her; Brook went after him but he kept running and she kept running after him until they both reached the outside door, and at the moment they stepped out of it, all the doors were sealed and a loud explosion could be heard then everything became burnt as if  it turned out to be a firework show. It was then when Brook came to grips and fell on the ground crying bitterly. She never thought that she would get out alive of that place. 
     

Special “Thank You” Bonus
    NOT DEAD
    I used to think of that as a good thing. I remember, whenever I was having a bad day, or if I was just in a bad mood, I used to close my eyes and remind myself that it could be worse. I used to remind myself that I wasn’t dead.
    Back then I believed that death was the worst thing that could happen to a person. I actually believed that.
    Now I say the same words, every morning when I wake up. I am not dead. And I weep.
    Or maybe I don’t. I guess it depends on how you define the word. If weeping is an action of the soul, a deep and bitter howling of the mind, if weeping is an emotional pit, then I weep. If weeping is the actual physical process of crying and wailing, then