31st October

I'm not a coward

Another wave of shock ran through my nerves. I struggle to hold the cup. When I saw the locket again, it hit me like a truck. I'm utterly speechless. I feel like a pawn in somebody's sick game. It aches me whoever it is, he's striking the right nerves.

    "Someone's trying to make you go insane, Emrin."

   "I can say they're doing a good job. Whetever it is, needs to be stopped. This time, I won't leave the job incomplete."

   "What do you plan on doing?"

   "Go to the temple again. You didn't realise?" I said looking at the locket. "It's an invitation."

   "Not an invitation, but a trap."

    "I'm not a coward, Parker. I'm not gonna run. It's time to face the music."

     "Ok Emrin. But," Parker looked at me with pleading eyes, "I'll come with you."

     "No, man. I can't let you walk in the lion's den."

    "Why not? You think you're alone who's hurt? You're alone who seeks revenge?Now, I feel the same fury in my veins. Was she not my best friend who got mutilated that night? It is my right Emrin. We do this together."

We decided to visit the cursed temple again, this time not with the intention to return empty handed.

   "This is absolutely creepy, Em."

   "Wait till we go inside. I can't wait to stain my hand with his blood."

   "Careful bro."

   "You too, Parker."

The temple was a massive mansion. We decided to split to search that old bastard.

Every turn I took never failed to astonish me. The building is horrendous, frightful and an awful place. It is as if these walls still echo the screams of those who were sacrificed and the shackles reveberate the sonority produced by struggling limbs. The variety of weapons used for human torture made a shiver run down my spine. How many whimpers, wailing and cries had these giant windows hushed? How many times had the floor I'm walking on, drank the blood of the captives?

I couldn't bear to look at them anymore, I went to the window to breathe in some fresh air and put myself together. I close my eyes, feeling the breeze kiss my face. The sounds of the birds at the far horizon was so gratifying to hear.

Abruptly, the soothing wind turned into the blow from furnace, the ambience got suffocating and humid. I felt a strong, dark presence behind me.

     "Warm blood captured in the barrel of thy veins shall be the sun to my coldest winter" whispered the wind, causing goosebumps on my neck and arms. I turned around just to see nothing.

     "Coward," I screamed. The voice resounded several times, everytime lessening it's intensity.

I heard the door bang on the first floor. 

     "Caught you bastard" I ran on the stairs as soon I can to get my hands on that old ogre. But there was no one in the room. 

Out of nowhere the gramophone turned on, giving a racous that's audibly painful.

The volume gradually increases itself making it hard to stand, I sat on my knees covering my ears. It reminded me of the first time, I was here. I, somehow crawled to turn off the gramophone. Then began the playing of the dissonant, infamous choir, I must say the song keeps getting more frightening everytime. I try to find the source, the gramophone is off, it appears as if the sound comes from the room beside, but when you go there, you see it's the other room around. I keep running in circles, now I'm back to the gramophone room for the third time. I feel mentally and physically exhausted. I want to scream at the top of my lungs.

I came to the room where the huge, ghoulish idol rests. I picked the book that I held that day and began reading it. 

'Pseudomonarchia Daemonum' the title is pretty insane.

As I went through the pages, I felt something which I never felt in a long time, fear, pure horror.

I was absolutely agitated. I never knew this side of the world. I've dealt with many evil people in my life, but little did I know I was just scratching the surface. In front of my eyes, is the ocean, the ocean of evil. The book lists  sixty-nine demons and it contains appropriate rituals and hours to conjure them. Going through further pages made me taken back by the wickedness of this book that I dropped it to floor.