So, you’ve heard (read) about my short horror story, but none of you have been able to read any of it. Remember that this is a work in progress and still very much in early development, but here you go.
Screams filled the dark room and bounced off the walls, a child’s screams. But they were not ordinary screams. There was a depth and violence to them that could only be explained by one thing. An unwelcome spirit had possessed this child.
The curtains remained closed and no light shone from behind them. The silhouettes of those in the room could only be seen by the intermittent flicker of a single burning candle. A Buddhist monk stood over a young boy. The purple of his robes contrasted with the pale skin of the child’s arms he held down.
Water dripped from the boy onto the futon from being previously soaked with cleansing water. Hastily pasted paper seals covered in fine Japanese calligraphy lined the exits of the room. The characters read “barrier”, and prevented any evil from crossing the thresholds.
The legs of the child flailed about. The entire room and everything in it shook as though the earth was quaking beneath them. This was all just the power of the spirit inside this poor boy. The monk closed his eyes, he held the child down, his stomach being kicked as the child thrashed his legs. Unknown forces hurled children’s toys, books and anything heavily weighted at the monk mercilessly.
“There rises the golden hued one, the one who has sight, the one who is the sole monarch, the one who illuminates the earth. I adore thee, the golden hued one who illuminates the earth. I adore thee, the golden hued one who illuminates the earth. Protected by thee we live this day safe and secure.”
Now, I know that from this small piece of writing, you may not be able to gather much. But regardless, I hope you all liked it. I have called it, The Tale of the Ex-Buddhist.