Words Kill
By Anonymous
Walking down the sidewalk you have been noticing this luminous person, no, creature. It, whatever it is, is always wearing a black cloak, the hood covering the face except for the crimson red eyes that are always boring into your soul. It sends chills down your spine, and makes your toes tingle as the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You notice the creature who seems to stalk you, but none of your friends seem to notice it. This creature has you going crazy, making you think you are losing your mind until one day when you are walking home alone, it approaches you.
You begin to feel your heart beat pound within your skull, and your blood rushing through your veins. You feel your mouth run dry as your lips became dry as well. You ball your hands up into fists, causing you to cut crescent shaped cuts into your palms. You don’t notice the pain coursing up your arm as you are focused on the creature that is slowly approaching you, its’ feet doesn’t touch the ground, not even once. “It’s hovering above ground? How is this possible…?” People look at you with worried glances as you appear to be talking to yourself. Once it nears you, the smell of death enters your nostrils, causing your eyes to widen, your eyelashes brushing against your eyebrows. You stumble back a bit, your back running into a sign, making you cringe as your spine hits the hard, cold metal. Almost like you’re frozen in time, the thing stops in front of you, fear stricken onto your face. You begin to tremble slightly, your body shaking uncontrollably.
“Hello, it seems as it’s your turn to endure the pain that you have stricken onto many innocent people.” The creature spoke with a voice that didn’t signify any specific gender.
You open your mouth, but nothing seems to come from it. A calm, chilling laugh exits the mouth of the creature before you, and that’s when you notice that the creature is simply a skeleton wearing a cloak. “Wh-What are you? The Grim Reaper?”
Laughing under the creature’s breath, it speaks in a monotone voice. “You see, we are like Grim Reapers, besides the fact that we only kill the ones who deserve to die. Only the people who are going to die can see us, and we have no heart. So we are simply numb and emotionless, and we can care less about who we kill. It just so happens as it’s your turn to die. You have had many chances to fix what and who you have wronged, but you didn’t. You made them suffer, and what you have said and done to these people made them take their own irreplaceable, priceless lives.” Terror enters your eyes as your face begins to lose all color in it, making your red lips stick out as if they’re blood colored. Your eyes stick out like a sore thumb as the bright colored iris’s seemed to fill with horror as memories flood your mind. Another chilling laugh escapes the lips of the terrifying skeleton before you. “We came about as people like you came about. If people were just nice to one another, we would never have existed. But as long as people keep acting like you do, we will always be here.”
By now, you’re horrified and you are holding your breath. Exhaling shakily, you didn’t even realize you had been holding your breath. “So… You’re a spawn of Satan basically, created by our own imagination? What…. What can I call you?” You gulp down the lump in your throat, not daring to blink, causing your eyes to sting.
Grinning devilishly at you, the creatures’ mouth opens to talk. “You could say that. Well, I suppose you could call me words. You know, because words kill.” By this point, you realize who and what you have done to have this done to you. Nodding slowly, you feel yourself becoming submissive to the creature before you and a tear slowly rolls down your cheek. “Now you begin to realize that making fun of people, and pushing them around like you were better than them really wasn’t worth it, was it?” You numbly shake your head, more tears begin to silently roll down your cheeks. By the time you look back up at the creature, the creature has a Scythe out, holding it within it’s’ right hand. “I condemn you to Hell for all that you have done.” The emotionless voice of the creature told you that it was serious. With one swift flick on the creature’s wrist, your throat is slit, blood pouring from your neck like a waterfall. As you fall to your knees, no one seems to notice what happened to you, no one seemed to remember you. Your body runs cold as you lay lifeless on the ground as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your eyelids fall over your eyes as your mouth hangs partially open.
Seeing what had happened to you that is when you sit up in bed in the middle of the night, holding your throat rather tightly as you cough and wheeze, getting oxygen as quickly as possible. Your widen eyes look around frantically, and you realize your surroundings. As sweat rolls down your face and body, you notice you are in your room. The words “This is your final warning,” echo in your mind. Shivering you stumble up and walk to your bathroom and you look through the mirror. Staring at yourself you get the message and get a drink of water. When you look back up in the mirror, you see the creature standing behind you. Jumping a bit, results in you spilling some water. The creature slowly fades away and you close your eyes, inhaling shaky breaths. Your trembling hand is barely able to hold the cup of water. Lifting it to your dry and bleeding lips you slowly drink. Finishing your water you walk back to your bedroom, shuffling your feet, barely picking them up. Getting into your bed, you close your eyes and fall into a restless, uneasy slumber.
You begin to feel your heart beat pound within your skull, and your blood rushing through your veins. You feel your mouth run dry as your lips became dry as well. You ball your hands up into fists, causing you to cut crescent shaped cuts into your palms. You don’t notice the pain coursing up your arm as you are focused on the creature that is slowly approaching you, its’ feet doesn’t touch the ground, not even once. “It’s hovering above ground? How is this possible…?” People look at you with worried glances as you appear to be talking to yourself. Once it nears you, the smell of death enters your nostrils, causing your eyes to widen, your eyelashes brushing against your eyebrows. You stumble back a bit, your back running into a sign, making you cringe as your spine hits the hard, cold metal. Almost like you’re frozen in time, the thing stops in front of you, fear stricken onto your face. You begin to tremble slightly, your body shaking uncontrollably.
“Hello, it seems as it’s your turn to endure the pain that you have stricken onto many innocent people.” The creature spoke with a voice that didn’t signify any specific gender.
You open your mouth, but nothing seems to come from it. A calm, chilling laugh exits the mouth of the creature before you, and that’s when you notice that the creature is simply a skeleton wearing a cloak. “Wh-What are you? The Grim Reaper?”
Laughing under the creature’s breath, it speaks in a monotone voice. “You see, we are like Grim Reapers, besides the fact that we only kill the ones who deserve to die. Only the people who are going to die can see us, and we have no heart. So we are simply numb and emotionless, and we can care less about who we kill. It just so happens as it’s your turn to die. You have had many chances to fix what and who you have wronged, but you didn’t. You made them suffer, and what you have said and done to these people made them take their own irreplaceable, priceless lives.” Terror enters your eyes as your face begins to lose all color in it, making your red lips stick out as if they’re blood colored. Your eyes stick out like a sore thumb as the bright colored iris’s seemed to fill with horror as memories flood your mind. Another chilling laugh escapes the lips of the terrifying skeleton before you. “We came about as people like you came about. If people were just nice to one another, we would never have existed. But as long as people keep acting like you do, we will always be here.”
By now, you’re horrified and you are holding your breath. Exhaling shakily, you didn’t even realize you had been holding your breath. “So… You’re a spawn of Satan basically, created by our own imagination? What…. What can I call you?” You gulp down the lump in your throat, not daring to blink, causing your eyes to sting.
Grinning devilishly at you, the creatures’ mouth opens to talk. “You could say that. Well, I suppose you could call me words. You know, because words kill.” By this point, you realize who and what you have done to have this done to you. Nodding slowly, you feel yourself becoming submissive to the creature before you and a tear slowly rolls down your cheek. “Now you begin to realize that making fun of people, and pushing them around like you were better than them really wasn’t worth it, was it?” You numbly shake your head, more tears begin to silently roll down your cheeks. By the time you look back up at the creature, the creature has a Scythe out, holding it within it’s’ right hand. “I condemn you to Hell for all that you have done.” The emotionless voice of the creature told you that it was serious. With one swift flick on the creature’s wrist, your throat is slit, blood pouring from your neck like a waterfall. As you fall to your knees, no one seems to notice what happened to you, no one seemed to remember you. Your body runs cold as you lay lifeless on the ground as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your eyelids fall over your eyes as your mouth hangs partially open.
Seeing what had happened to you that is when you sit up in bed in the middle of the night, holding your throat rather tightly as you cough and wheeze, getting oxygen as quickly as possible. Your widen eyes look around frantically, and you realize your surroundings. As sweat rolls down your face and body, you notice you are in your room. The words “This is your final warning,” echo in your mind. Shivering you stumble up and walk to your bathroom and you look through the mirror. Staring at yourself you get the message and get a drink of water. When you look back up in the mirror, you see the creature standing behind you. Jumping a bit, results in you spilling some water. The creature slowly fades away and you close your eyes, inhaling shaky breaths. Your trembling hand is barely able to hold the cup of water. Lifting it to your dry and bleeding lips you slowly drink. Finishing your water you walk back to your bedroom, shuffling your feet, barely picking them up. Getting into your bed, you close your eyes and fall into a restless, uneasy slumber.