Prince of Darkness 1

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In the Beganing

Sometimes, it is necessary to do what your heart says. It's good to feel the flow of adrenaline in your blood. Sometimes. It's good to take risks. Otherwise, life would be boring, right?
My name is Cumuel, and my friends call me Cum. I'm sixteen, and I love to do bad things. Well, cause I like a thrill. I'm not a bad guy, not at all, and I love adventure.
Look at me, an oval head, no beard, wearing spectacles. Do I look like a criminal to you? You may call me disciplined. But trust me, I don't even know what discipline is.
I live on the outskirts of the town, and most of the time, I roam around the city to find, you know, thrill.
Guess what, and I'm doing the same right now.
And this time, I found something exciting. Well, I never saw this much old house in the city.
It isn't delightful. Like, the windows cracked, cracks on the walls, doors, and perhaps everywhere. It looks like the Ghost's Villa.
Yeah, I've heard several times from the people that there is a Ghost Villa out of the town. So, this may be the one.

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I started walking the driveway and then suddenly stopped in the middle of the front yard. And just started thinking that why do they call it Ghost's Villa? Does a ghost live in there?
Then I looked around and started laughing at my thoughts. Ghosts?

They don't even exist, do they? That's what I thought.
Before entering the house or so-called Villa, I thought first to take a look around.
I started down the front yard. At first glance, I saw two of the fantastic things that changed the world!
Yeah, sand and grass.
That's not funny. Means what? Does this Ghost like sand and grass?
I roamed the whole front yard and saw only sand and grass.
That isn't very pleasant.
Not even a dead animal, no bones, nothing creepy. Just sand and grass.
If there is nothing creepy in the yard, the house must be filled with thrill. At least it would be worth the time I've spent here.
I walked through the driveway. I was standing at the front of the door.
I grabbed the handle, and a cold breeze of air blew just by my side. I took a deep breath, looked around if someone was watching me. No, I was utterly alone.
I pushed the door and stepped inside.
It was dark in there. But some light was coming through the windows.
Much Dust. Some of the households were still in their places like the sofa, and TV kept in the room I just stepped in, living room perhaps. But I was annihilated.
I saw the stairs going up and a few more doors. Yes, it cracked.
I walked towards one of the doors, and then suddenly, I heard the squeaking sound. I turned back.
The main door then suddenly slammed. Must be the air.
I walked closer to the other door, opened it. Completely dark. There was no window in the room.
I walked in. I was probably in the center of the room, and then I hit something. I touched it and tried to feel what it is.

There was some slimy liquid on that thing. It was having hands and a body like humans.
It was something like a statue or model. I thought to punch it in the stomach.
I pulled my hand back and then suddenly I heard a voice.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." said someone in a gruff voice.
I looked up; the eyes of the statue were shining.
I was the most frightened person at that time in the whole world, indeed.
He grabbed my throat and lifted me. His hands were hard. Hard as plaster.
I was completely dead.
I heard the voice of people saying, "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" like they were all cheering him to kill me.
I felt suffocated, I punched him, kicked him, and made every possible move I could get rid of, but nothing worked.
His hands felt like stone, continuously tightening.
I couldn't breathe. My eyes started to shut down. And then.

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