Life is something that every single person alive has taken for granted, whether they realized it or not. It's not until we are faced with something so dark and unforgiving that in our final moments, we reflect on what made our lives worth living. No matter what dark twisted things you have hidden on the path.
I waited patiently on the couch, shaking my right leg nervously. This was something I'd been waiting on for ages, even spending a ton of money on. I'd say I was blowing my money, but I assure you it will be worth every penny. Finally, the door across from me was opened and a guy in a white coat came out to greet me, holding a clipboard.
"Hi," he shook my hand before taking a seat. "I understand you're here to see your wife again, is that correct?"
I nodded. "Yes, absolutely."
"Good," he said, writing a few things on his clipboard before looking back to me. "Now, before we go through with this, you agree that no matter what happens it is completely your choice and under your consent, whether you enjoy the outcome or not?"
I once again nodded. I was so anxious about this. I informed my wife's friends and family that they'll be seeing her again soon. Their tears of joy nearly matched mine when I heard about the program started by this man that claimed he could bring people back from the dead. This was the best news I could have possibly received after facing the tragedy last month that she died in a car accident.
After a few more questions, he lead me through the door he came out of, down a long and dark corridor, and finally into a massive room. The room was very dimly lit. From what I could make out, it seemed to resemble that of the interior of a log cabin. It didn't make much sense but it felt very warm and cozy inside.
"Sit down." The man with the clipboard instructed. He then took a seat directly in front of me, facing me. "Now, let's get started."
No way, was this guy the necromancer?
He instructed for me to grab both of his outstretched hands. I did and he began chanting some kind of ancient words. As he did, I felt the wind picking up around me, causing the lights in the room to flicker. He chanted more and more and all I could feel was this sense of dread in the pit of my stomach.
Without warning, he stopped talking. The wind stopped abruptly. I opened my eyes to find the man staring at me, unmoving. From behind him I heard a voice. The darkness made it difficult to make anything out until the person behind him stepped out from behind the chair. It was my wife. I leaped from my chair and hugged her as tight as I could, crying a little on her shoulder.
She had no reaction besides confusion, and I didn't blame her. There was going to be a lot of explaining to do in the car.
Nearly three months had passed since the incident. Seeing my wife again was probably the best thing that had ever happened to me. One cannot truly describe how it feels to lose someone you'd been searching your entire life for and loved more than anything else in your entire existence. Now imagine you just got her back and immediately lost her. That's exactly why I was hiding outside the necromancer's house.
I followed the man home. The man responsible for my incredible pain was inside. I peered through the window. Though curtains made it difficult to see inside, I could see him in a dark blue robe, taking a drink of something from a green, glass bottle. Was he an alcoholic?
He made his way toward the light switch on the far wall to turn off the lights. I could only assume from this that he was about to go to sleep. I wasn't about to let him get a peaceful sleep after what he'd done to me.
I pounded on his front door. Silence followed. I knocked again, this time harder. I heard the slight footsteps from inside approach the door. He opened it to greet me.
"Hello?" he looked so tired and confused.
"Hi sir," I said, pushing past him and shutting the door behind me. "Do you remember me? I came in a few months ago for you to bring my wife back to me."
"Sure I remember," he said, slurring his words some. He was definitely drink. "I gave you your wife back, now what do you want?"
"I want you to know the pain you caused me." I replied, somewhat hysterical at this point. "On the way home that night, she told me it wasn't an accident, the situation she died in. It was a suicide. SHE WANTED TO GET AWAY FROM ME!" I slammed my fist against the wall as I said it.
"I'm sorry to hear that sir," he said, backing away from me. "What does this have to do with me?"
"Because, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be burdened, not only with the knowledge the dead took with them." I said, walking slowly toward him. "I can't even take her back to the land of the dead, give her eternal peace like she wanted."
"I'm sorry sir, I-" he started.
I took my gun from my pocket and pointed it at him. "How many people have you hurt this way?" I asked with tears in my eyes. "How many people will you continue to hurt?" I pulled the trigger and his body toppled to the ground, dead and lifeless.
I panicked, running back toward my house before I got caught.
A few months had passed and I was home free. I spent the majority of my days working and watching television on my off days, just like today. The show that was on was one of my favorites, The Midnight Zone. There was something about the dark stories that gave me a hint of joy. The subtlety the show has about the true darkness this world holds. I can't relate to anything more.
I was interrupted by a knock at the door. I grabbed my remote and paused the show. I turned the knob and the door swung open.
"It can't be!" I staggered back. "I killed you!"
"You may have killed me, but you forget, I can bring the dead back to life." he said, hatred in his voice. "While I was in hell, I learned a lot about you. I found out you are an incredibly abusive person. You used to hit the girls you were with. You turned your entire family against you. You even lost jobs because of your tendency to hurt others."
"What do you want, old man?" I asked before he took more steps toward me, pushing me back against the wall.
"How many people have you hurt?" he asked. "How many people are you going to hurt in the future?"
I had nothing to say. I was beyond terrified at the man's powers. What did he plan to do to me?
"The difference between the two of us is your murder weapon is a gun." he started, holding his hand out toward me. "I not only have the power to bring the dead to life, I can force the living into death."
I felt my body compress and disintegrate. My vision faded to black.
I waited patiently on the couch, shaking my right leg nervously. This was something I'd been waiting on for ages, even spending a ton of money on. I'd say I was blowing my money, but I assure you it will be worth every penny. Finally, the door across from me was opened and a guy in a white coat came out to greet me, holding a clipboard.
"Hi," he shook my hand before taking a seat. "I understand you're here to see your wife again, is that correct?"
I nodded. "Yes, absolutely."
"Good," he said, writing a few things on his clipboard before looking back to me. "Now, before we go through with this, you agree that no matter what happens it is completely your choice and under your consent, whether you enjoy the outcome or not?"
I once again nodded. I was so anxious about this. I informed my wife's friends and family that they'll be seeing her again soon. Their tears of joy nearly matched mine when I heard about the program started by this man that claimed he could bring people back from the dead. This was the best news I could have possibly received after facing the tragedy last month that she died in a car accident.
After a few more questions, he lead me through the door he came out of, down a long and dark corridor, and finally into a massive room. The room was very dimly lit. From what I could make out, it seemed to resemble that of the interior of a log cabin. It didn't make much sense but it felt very warm and cozy inside.
"Sit down." The man with the clipboard instructed. He then took a seat directly in front of me, facing me. "Now, let's get started."
No way, was this guy the necromancer?
He instructed for me to grab both of his outstretched hands. I did and he began chanting some kind of ancient words. As he did, I felt the wind picking up around me, causing the lights in the room to flicker. He chanted more and more and all I could feel was this sense of dread in the pit of my stomach.
Without warning, he stopped talking. The wind stopped abruptly. I opened my eyes to find the man staring at me, unmoving. From behind him I heard a voice. The darkness made it difficult to make anything out until the person behind him stepped out from behind the chair. It was my wife. I leaped from my chair and hugged her as tight as I could, crying a little on her shoulder.
She had no reaction besides confusion, and I didn't blame her. There was going to be a lot of explaining to do in the car.
Nearly three months had passed since the incident. Seeing my wife again was probably the best thing that had ever happened to me. One cannot truly describe how it feels to lose someone you'd been searching your entire life for and loved more than anything else in your entire existence. Now imagine you just got her back and immediately lost her. That's exactly why I was hiding outside the necromancer's house.
I followed the man home. The man responsible for my incredible pain was inside. I peered through the window. Though curtains made it difficult to see inside, I could see him in a dark blue robe, taking a drink of something from a green, glass bottle. Was he an alcoholic?
He made his way toward the light switch on the far wall to turn off the lights. I could only assume from this that he was about to go to sleep. I wasn't about to let him get a peaceful sleep after what he'd done to me.
I pounded on his front door. Silence followed. I knocked again, this time harder. I heard the slight footsteps from inside approach the door. He opened it to greet me.
"Hello?" he looked so tired and confused.
"Hi sir," I said, pushing past him and shutting the door behind me. "Do you remember me? I came in a few months ago for you to bring my wife back to me."
"Sure I remember," he said, slurring his words some. He was definitely drink. "I gave you your wife back, now what do you want?"
"I want you to know the pain you caused me." I replied, somewhat hysterical at this point. "On the way home that night, she told me it wasn't an accident, the situation she died in. It was a suicide. SHE WANTED TO GET AWAY FROM ME!" I slammed my fist against the wall as I said it.
"I'm sorry to hear that sir," he said, backing away from me. "What does this have to do with me?"
"Because, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be burdened, not only with the knowledge the dead took with them." I said, walking slowly toward him. "I can't even take her back to the land of the dead, give her eternal peace like she wanted."
"I'm sorry sir, I-" he started.
I took my gun from my pocket and pointed it at him. "How many people have you hurt this way?" I asked with tears in my eyes. "How many people will you continue to hurt?" I pulled the trigger and his body toppled to the ground, dead and lifeless.
I panicked, running back toward my house before I got caught.
A few months had passed and I was home free. I spent the majority of my days working and watching television on my off days, just like today. The show that was on was one of my favorites, The Midnight Zone. There was something about the dark stories that gave me a hint of joy. The subtlety the show has about the true darkness this world holds. I can't relate to anything more.
I was interrupted by a knock at the door. I grabbed my remote and paused the show. I turned the knob and the door swung open.
"It can't be!" I staggered back. "I killed you!"
"You may have killed me, but you forget, I can bring the dead back to life." he said, hatred in his voice. "While I was in hell, I learned a lot about you. I found out you are an incredibly abusive person. You used to hit the girls you were with. You turned your entire family against you. You even lost jobs because of your tendency to hurt others."
"What do you want, old man?" I asked before he took more steps toward me, pushing me back against the wall.
"How many people have you hurt?" he asked. "How many people are you going to hurt in the future?"
I had nothing to say. I was beyond terrified at the man's powers. What did he plan to do to me?
"The difference between the two of us is your murder weapon is a gun." he started, holding his hand out toward me. "I not only have the power to bring the dead to life, I can force the living into death."
I felt my body compress and disintegrate. My vision faded to black.
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