I felt it again tonight. Why is it that I am not repelled of a touch that feels anything but humane? Why is it that I wish never to lose the feeling of being touched by a dark, gloomy sensation that haunts me every night? I let him haunt me. I wish he haunts me for eternity.
Maybe it’s not unknown, maybe I know who it is. Of course I do know it is him. Within that cold unrelenting embrace that almost brings me to the verge of death every day, there is something heart wrenchingly beautiful about it all! He comes back every day to me for me, he crosses the realm of the dead for me. Everything that seems impossible, he does, for me. Is it my imagination that he comes back or is it the phantom of my guilt that washes over me everytime I wake up in the morning? I wish I knew the answer to all that.
I opened my eyes to let the brightness of the new day sink in. I hate the sun nowadays. It brought me back to the mundane reality which I hated more than my own reflection in the mirror. It’s been a month since my ex died. To be honest he was never simply an ex, he was my everything, he was my first love. We were both orphans of the same orphanage. It was like we were destined to be together. I loved him naturally, our relationship was out of the world. It seemed like the world conspired against us because we were so perfect.you see nothing beautiful and pure in this world remained the way it is. It is tainted, may it be blood or sorrow, darkness brings the end of purity, sprouting experience within. I was blind in my love for him. I had faith that was unmatched. I worshipped him. He was a senior, around two years older than me. My love was of a maniac kind. I wished to be with him every moment. It felt hard to breathe whenever he wasn’t with me.
He graduated high school before me and left for college and moved out of the orphanage. I tried to be supportive and cheered him on. He was indeed a great and bright student of sorts. I wished the best for him but I hated the fact that he left me alone in the school. I slowly fell into a delirium of doubts and suspicion. One day I called him and I heard whispers in the background, female ones. I calmly talked and went back home. That was the day I started keeping tabs on him. Whatever he did, wherever he went,I wished to know it all.
He was a clueless one indeed. He didn’t notice me at all. I skipped school to follow him around. Just being in his presence felt nice. Until one day, I saw him go into an infamous love hotel with a girl. He looked smug and was smiling. My idea of him was shattered. I wished I could tell him how hurt I felt. I stood there for awhile and moved. He had to be punished for his infidelity. I confronted him that day and broke things off with him. He was beyond ashamed but I didn’t back down. He left without even saying goodbye. The problem with him was that he never really gave me his whole heart.
I had always wished for it. He thought he had cut things off with me but you see, he had unleashed something far worse. In a few days of time just like a reformed rake he came back to me begging for forgiveness. This time, I wished for him to stay. This time,forever. So I took him to my bedroom and asked for his phone. He simple mindedly handed it over to me. I had made my bedroom in a fortress by then. I locked the door behind me and watched him bang on the door for hours. He screamed a lot. Called for help and opened the window which had been shut by wooden plaques, it only came out as a muffled cry which could easily be discarded as a cat. A few people called me inquiring about him and I said he had left long ago. Days passed. I planted alibis on his usual path so that the police can never doubt an innocent girl like me. In this world, you can even buy alibis with money. Soon a search began..
As we had broken up a few months and three alibis had told the officials that I was with them during the time. I wasn’t at home at all. They just called me in for a routine interrogation after someone filed a missing complaint and let me off. Of course the man was promiscuous and had many women alongside me. I came back home satisfied, thinking that I owned him.I was pleased, my mania was pleased. This went on for a month. I did not bring him food. I wished to punish him thoroughly. One day, I heard nothing more than silence from that room. I opened to see a sickly lifeless body, lying with eyes wide open. He had died. I kept the body in. I preserved it in ice and had it stored away. Now his body rested in a trunk inside my bed. I needed a better way to preserve him. Only ice wouldn’t do.
It was a calming feeling. I embalmed him myself, and preserved him in honey. It cost me a fortune but yes, I had him inside my bed. Every night now, he came back to me,crawling up from inside and placing his hand on me. It’s a dark cold touch which I can’t break free from. I wish not to. My life goes on as I have stopped going outside. I wish to stay in this room, where time seems to have stopped and Thanatos seems to have taken over. I wish for his touch to be eternal. I wish it to kill me someday, so we can rot away together like we were destined to be. I wish for this to stay forever. I wish to walk alone in my bedroom and remember the good times we had on that bed under which he rests. I laugh as that dark entity brings its hand around my neck again. I laugh as it adores me at a chokehold. I laugh as all light leaves my body.
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The scary and unsettling story “In Dark” explores the depths of obsession and the effects it can have on a person’s mind. A dark and twisted obsession with their ex-lover consumes the protagonist of the novel, driving them to do a slew of gruesome acts and spiral into madness.
The story skillfully depicts the protagonist’s preoccupation while illuminating their inner conflict of feelings. Readers are kept interested by the spooky atmosphere that is created by the literary style and word selection, which depict the disordered mental state. The juxtaposition of beauty and terror, as well as the idea of darkness, are expertly addressed throughout the narrative.The protagonist is the main subject of the character development, which sheds light on their deranged mind. It is uncomfortable but fascinating to see how they depict their insane love and need to dominate their ex-lover. It effectively portrays the destructive nature of obsession and the consequences it can have on individuals.
“In Dark” is a story from the point of view of a woman. It portrays the emotions of love, betrayal, jealousy, revenge, and regret. The story begins with a woman who is haunted by the ghost/soul of a man. She feels her death very closely.
She then narrates her love story. For her, her boyfriend was not only a lover, but he was everything to her. She and her boyfriend grew up in the same orphanage but had to be separated because he was two years senior to her, and he had to go out to pursue college. When they were separated, she felt suspicious and followed him. She found that he had an affair. She broke up with him. But he came begging back. She took him to her bedroom, hid him, and isolated him in her room. She did this because she wanted him to suffer and give punishment for his cheating on her. She did not feed him too. As a result, the man died. She has hidden his body beneath her bed, resting in a trunk inside my bed inside the ice. Now she feels scared and is haunted by him every night. She feels his cold hands against her neck. She is filled with guilt for what she did.
This story is well written. The woman is the protagonist in this story. She acted angry and killed her boyfriend, who had cheated on her. He did a worse thing. But she should have punished him differently and not killed him. At the end of the story, she is haunted by him. This story laments the extent to which love can affect people. The madness and insanity of love, make people do such stupid things, and due to this they later have to suffer. This story is well written. It sheds light on love, betrayal, and revenge.