Better Unsaid (Short Story)
There are some things that are better left unsaid, as we will see.
There are some things that are better left unsaid, as we will see. It was a lesson I learned the hard way, in a way that still haunts me to this day.
It all started when I moved into my new apartment. It was an old building, with creaky floorboards and peeling wallpaper, but it was cheap and it was all I could afford. The first few weeks were uneventful, but then I started to notice strange things happening.
At first, it was just little things. Doors that I swore I had closed were suddenly open. Items that I had placed in one spot were moved to another. I tried to brush it off as my imagination playing tricks on me, but the feeling of unease only grew stronger.
Then one night, I woke up to find a figure standing at the foot of my bed. It was humanoid, but it was distorted and twisted in a way that made my skin crawl. Its eyes were black and empty, and its mouth hung open in a silent scream.
I tried to scream, but no sound would come out. I tried to move, but my body was frozen in place. The figure just stood there, staring at me, as if it was studying me.
After what felt like an eternity, the figure disappeared. I sat up in bed, gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest. It was then that I knew something was very wrong in that apartment.
Over the next few days, the incidents became more frequent and more intense. I could feel something watching me, following me wherever I went. I tried to leave the apartment, but it was like the walls were closing in on me. Every time I tried to leave, something would block my path.
Then, one night, I heard a voice. It was a whisper, so soft that I almost didn’t hear it. But it was there, just at the edge of my consciousness, taunting me with its presence.
I tried to ignore it, but it only grew stronger. It spoke to me in a language I didn’t understand, but the meaning was clear. It wanted something from me.
That’s when I found the book. It was an old, leather-bound tome that I found hidden in the back of a closet. I don’t know why, but I felt compelled to open it.
The words inside were written in an ancient language, but as I read them, I could feel something stirring inside me. It was like a dark energy was flowing through my veins, filling me with power and hunger.
I knew then that I had made a terrible mistake. The voice that had been whispering to me was not a benevolent force, but a malevolent one. It had been using me to gain access to this world, to unleash its horror upon us all.
There are some things that are better left unsaid, as we will see. The words in that book should have remained unread, the creature that lurked in the shadows should have remained unknown.
But now, it is too late. The horror has been unleashed, and it will not stop until it has consumed everything. I am writing this as a warning, to anyone who might stumble upon that book or hear that whisper. Do not listen to it. Do not open the book.
For there are some things that are better left unsaid, some secrets that should remain hidden. The consequences of uncovering them are too terrible to imagine.
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