Horror Short Stories - Chapter 27

When I was coming into the room, the stench of death was omnipresent. In complementation to that there was also a deep darkness present, that nearly made my sight go blind. Only with some difficulty was it that I could make out the bed and the person within. She was lying still. So still actually, that I found myself questioning if she wasn’t already dead.

Suddenly, as if contradicting my thoughts the tattered sheets started moving a bit and an old voice could be heard.

This old one isn’t dead yet son, don’t think to highly of me, said the voice, which was so familiar to me that I could discern it out of a thousand others. The voice has lost her once held energy and was sounding fragmented, as if only a small part of her past glory could be heard.

A sudden cough interrupted her. Worried as I am, I immediately started to offer my help anyhow, even if I didn’t know exactly how I should do that.

“Hahaha” a raspy lough came from the depths of the room. “Child, the only time you will have to help me is when sending my soul of to heaven.”

A little taken aback I asked:” Why did u wished to see me?”

“I have a favour to ask of you.” Her voice got considerably quieter while saying so, that I had to move my face so close to the blanket, that I saw her old face in every detail. The wrinkles parting the face in little parts of their own, the skin old and dry like paper and the closed eyes that gave the impression, she was just resting within her endless wisdom were getting more clear.

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