[700,000 Subs Contest] Lewis : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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From the crowd, I stare at the corpse hanging before me.

His face pale and thin, no longer of glee.

His body a similar state, so limp, and oh my,

a terrible fate!

I weep and dab my rosy cheeks.

Dressed in black, I face now face a new reality.

Gone is Lewis, yes, that’s his name.

When I met him years ago, he had no fame.

We have lived simply, never more.

Lewis, sweet Lewis, was good to the core.

After the hanging and burial,

I don’t know, it feels surreal.

He never meant to kill and steal.

Days pass, and I gather my courage.

I enter the secret room.

A room full of looming gloom, magic, some say.

I stay my hand upon a draught of clay.

You see, we were starving.

The drought was bad and the village lagged.

Hunger was common, still is.

What a terrible thing, it is!

Lewis insisted on using such,

To regain his strength, and old self much.

I hesitated, but in the end, gave in.

With a sip, Lewis became rabid, a monster.

He tried to eat me, but his head, I caved in.

He squealed and swung, and I was knocked out.

I woke in bed, found outside by the village lout.

Recover I did, and I learned of Lewis.

The effects had worn out, he was found bloodied,and with a pocket of gold and money.

He had murdered a family.

I knew he wasn’t free.

Now I’m standing here, regretting.What am I getting?

I visit Lewis later today.

No delay.

To my surprise, the grave seems shifted.

But it happens because of nature.

No lecture.

And when I come home, I greet my late husband as if he’s alive.

Nothing from him anymore.

“Hello, Lewis, I am home.”

“Hello,” is the unexpected familiar yet growling response that comes by, along with red, gleaming eyes.

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