Prince of Darkness 4

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"There's an old house out there, and perhaps empty too. We can take shelter there," he said.
The sun of hopes was again shining.
But not for long.

The crows were ready for the attack. We paddled as hard as we could, concentrating all of our strength to our legs.
No stopping drove over the driveway, jumped off the bike just before the door.
Peter was ahead of me; he opened the door. We both got in and slammed the door.
              I just sat down on the floor for a moment.
Both heavily breathing. I was dying for water.
We both looked at each other. I smiled.
"Wonderful!" I said.
"No, it was rather amazing." he murmured.
The crows were still outside. I was sitting on the railings or floor. I could hear them.
"There's no going back." I said, "At least for some more time."
Peter stood up, "Let's explore the house." he said. He was still heavily breathing.
He took a few steps, and then I stood up. I saw an old sofa and an old table in front of it: a few doors and stairs and another stair going down.
I was having a strong feeling of déjà vu, but I didn't know why?
              I looked out of the window. The crows were still out there. So, I had no other option except for exploring until I wanted to get bored.
Peter opened the door.
"BATS!!!" I shouted. He got terrified, and I started laughing. Well, it was the perfect time for a joke.
"Yeah, you got me this time," he said. His face was still red. He got utterly terrified.
We both moved inside the room. The window was open, so there were leaves and Dust all over the floor. But why would the owner leave the window open? Maybe he was sick.
Those leaves gave us creepy sound effects as we walked through them, and that was scary. There was another door. But locked, I tried to open it, but I couldn't.
Perhaps it was a wardrobe.
That's it—nothing else in the room. We moved out.
I looked out of the window. The crows were still there,
How long were they going to sit there? I thought they were waiting for someone. There girlfriend perhaps.
              "It's a big house," Peter said. "We have to roam separately to explore it completely."
              I nodded.
"So, I'm going upstairs, and you stay here and cover this ground floor," I said.
              He agreed.
I started on the stairs. They were old, so I was a bit hesitant if in case they broke.
I slowly stepped up. Steps were making squawking sounds.
I stepped slowly and slowly.
I looked behind, and Peter was opening a door. So, I turned forward and started moving up.

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Prince of Darkness 3

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I've never seen crows in such number, filled with anger, shouting in their annoying voices.
              It seemed like they were all saying, "KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!"

A massive wave of them, aiming for our heads. Coming towards us, just a few meters away.
We ducked again. Still Safe.
But a big question, for how long were we safe?
              Peter had a wound on his shoulder, and a crow must have hit him. It was bleeding.
And one thing was clear. If we stood there only, this was going to be our last day on earth.
"We must get down!" Peter said, "Before they attack us again!"
              He was right. But how were we supposed to do that? Means, they were flying around, and they could attack us while we were moving down.
But I had an idea.
"We will be moving when they take a turn, and it will give us time to safely reach our bikes. What do you think?" I asked for an opinion.
"Sounds good!" he said.
But now, we had a new problem arising.  Those crows were revolving over our heads. We have to induce them to move far and take a turn.
Well, it was okay if they move far away, but that was never going to happen.
So, one of us had to stand and show up. And I was the risk-taker. I already told Peter to move fast before they come and take the flesh out of our bones.
Collecting all the strength I was left with, and I stood up.
              Waving my hand, I shouted, "Hey! See you here, niggas! Catch me if you can!"
And my idea hit the bull's eye. They all flew towards me, and I ducked with the perfect timings.
They went straight for the turn. And the time came, we were eagerly waiting.
"RUN!" I shouted, and what I saw, just broke my heart. Peter was already half a way down. Well, that's not what a good friend would do to leave a friend alone.
But, at least I could hurry now.
I passed the half and saw that those creepy crows were coming back. I hurried down and jumped from a height more than nine feet.
I rolled down on the ground.
              Peter was already on his bike, waiting for me, "Come faster!" he shouted.
I stood up, ran, grabbed my bike, and started paddling as fast as a rocket.
Well, if the rocket used to move like a motorbike.
Paddling hard, I saw upwards. All crows were just above us, following us.
But what have we done?
Have I ever killed someone of their gang? What do they call each other? 'Crispy Crow Gang' or something?
              SHIT.
I was scared, frightened, angry, hungry, and thirsty all at the same extreme time.
No one on the road, and even there were just few houses, and we were heading out of the city.
NO HELP!
Was it a curse or something?
And why we? Why not somebody else?
All my muscles are painful, especially my legs.
I could hear the voices of crows. They were right above us. Not even a little far. Just above us.
              But soon, the voices became creepier. And I knew the reason.
They were lowering themselves and getting ready for the attack.
But then, "Got an escape!" Peter shouted.           

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Prince of Darkness 2

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I woke up. Alarm ringing, it was Monday, and I was late for school.
But this was the most beautiful dream I've ever seen.

Yes, it was beautiful, well I got scared too, my throat was painful for drinking water but for someone like me, whose life depends on thrill, it was beautiful.
              I got ready, picked up my bike, and started paddling as fast as I could. My school was way far from my home.
On the way, there were many adventure hotspots. My favorite was an old abandoned tower with a platform over it. Sometimes I and my friends I climb it up and enjoy the view.
              Well, it's the most beautiful part of the day to have fun with friends.
Finally, I reached the school, and you know whom I saw first after entering the gate?
Peter. My best buddy and I found him doing the same thing as always, having punishment.
I walked closer to him, "What's the punishment this time?" I asked, "Sit-ups or a period out of the class?"
"A period out of the class…" he replied, smiling as always like he was getting honored.
We started our class. I entered the course, and he stood out.
              The teacher started teaching. It was an English class, and I never liked the subject. I got utterly bored. My friend was outside, and another was absent
Jennifer Paige, she's also one of the best people I know and my best friend.
Well, these guys are also thrilled lovers like me.
              Poof! The school got finished, and it was a hard day with one of my friends missing.
Peter and I were returning to our homes, riding bikes, and then we stopped at our favorite spot, the tower.
We climbed it up and just enjoyed the view. We have seen it many times, but each time, we gave us the same feeling we got for the first time.
While we were enjoying the view, I heard something like the sound of flapping of wings. Many wings
"What is it?" I asked Peter. He turned the other side and shouted, "CROWS."
              "What?" I asked and turned on the same side.
There were many crows., a hundred of them or even more. It seemed like they were coming for us, our blood and flesh!
They just came closer, and then suddenly, Pete grabbed my shoulder and forced me down, "DUCK!" he shouted.
               They flew just over us, went straight. But no, they didn't just go straight, they took a turn and again aimed for our heads.

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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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