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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Horror
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 05/30/2020
The Demonic symbol
Born 2007, F, from Male', MaldivesCHAPTER 1: THE CURSE
It was a calm night. Five minutes till midnight. I was laying down on my bed with my phone, reading horror stories online. It took me fifteen minutes to finish the first story I was reading, and I was already spooked. But I wanted to read more. So, I started scrolling down to find more short horror stories, until a picture of a demonic symbol caught my eye. I clicked on it. The article told me that if I hung up a picture of the symbol, it’ll attract demons into my room. At the time, I thought it was a great idea. I tiptoed out of bed and slowly opened my door. I quietly lifted a chair and kept it in front of the computer table. I searched up the name of the symbol and printed a picture of it. I didn’t do any research it, so I wasn’t really expecting anything. I put tape on the back of the paper, tiptoed back to my room and pasted the paper on the wall beside my little brother’s bed.
The next morning, I woke up to my brother crying. “What’s wrong?”, I asked. “My skin is burning”, he cried. I gasped as I assumed it had something to do with this symbol. I quickly got out of bed and to my shock, my brother’s skin was RED! I was terrified. I called my parents who were asleep. They quickly came. My mom was literally screaming. They were putting ice on him. No one knew what was going on, except for me but of course I didn’t tell anyone for my own good. After a while he was fine. But there were a few red rashes and blisters all over his arms, legs, and a few on his face. Yeah ok, he wasn’t simply fine. But according to him, it didn’t hurt. Just then my brother noticed the symbol. “What is that?”, he asked me. “Just a pretty picture I printed for you!”. I didn’t want to scare him. I didn’t want to take it off the wall either.
It was 4pm. I was in the living room making tiktoks and my brother was in his room calling Izan. So basically, it was a pretty normal evening. My brother acted like his skin didn’t just burn a few hours ago. Our parents had just left the house to get some groceries. When suddenly I heard a loud BANG in the room where my brother was. I ran into the room. I would’ve not cared but I assumed it had something to do with the symbol. When I opened the room, my brother wasn’t there. But my mirror was on the floor cracked. FFEAKED OUT. If a mirror is cracked it usually means that a demon has escaped into the room. Someone tapped on my shoulders. I felt uneasy and a million thoughts flooded my brain in just a millisecond. I looked behind me. It was my brother. His eyes were COMPLETELY black. He was extremely pale and when he opened his mouth to speak, blood poured out from his mouth. I wanted to fall on the spot. I was speechless and couldn’t move. After I processed what was going on, I ran to take the paper with the demonic symbol off his wall. As I was about to take it off, my possessed brother grabbed my hand. “The fun has just begun”, he said in a singsong tone. Then to my relief, I heard my parents come in. My brother snapped back to his normal self. Now I knew I should’ve done some research about the symbol.
CHAPTER 2: RESEARCH!!!
I looked up the symbol on the internet. “This symbol attracts EVIL spirits into your room, it should only be used by people who are trained to deal with the paranormal.”, the article read. I had no idea what to do. I mean what could I do? Burn the sign? Well maybe. But for now, I decided to wait and see what happens next. Only because burning the sign might make it worse.
3:30am. I woke up. I was frightened because of a dream I saw. In the dream, first I saw this old lady. She was short, she had a hunched back, her thin gray hair was tied into a ponytail. When I first saw her in my dream, she was just chilling on a rocking chair on what seemed like a calm day. It wasn’t sunny nor was it raining. Until suddenly she started bleeding from her mouth. Her eyes turned from a honey brown to completely midnight black. HER WHOLE EYE. Not a single white area. she started walking slowly. The next thing I saw was her getting shot on the head. I was traumatized. She obviously fell and died on spot. Then I heard a male voice screaming at me. First, I couldn’t tell what exactly he was saying. It sounded gibberish. He repeated it multiple times. Each time it got more clearer and louder. I finally realized what he was telling me. He told me to wake up and check the news. I felt something grab my ankles and that’s when I finally woke up. But when I unlocked my phone to check the news, it was a picture. A picture of me taken when I was asleep. There were a bunch of them. It was creepy to find pictures of me taken while I was asleep, but the one that caught my attention the most was a picture of a pair of pale hands grabbing my ankle. It was taken exactly two minutes before I woke up. I was already terrified enough but for some reason, I still wanted to check the news like how the voice in my dream told me to. “No way”, I gasped. The news. It said that a lady was murdered about an hour ago. There was a picture of her. She looked exactly like the lady in my dream. That’s when I knew I should’ve burned the symbol earlier, or just never have pasted that symbol in the first place. I ripped the symbol off the wall. My arms started to burn, which made me drop the symbol. I looked at my hands then at the floor. There was a ring of fire around the paper with the symbol. The fire grew bigger and bigger by the second. I heard whispers in all directions saying: “He’s here, he’s here, he’s here!”. Each time the whispers got louder and more powerful. A shadow with two horns was running from one side of the room to another. I was screaming for help.
Just then, my room door flew open. It was my mom. There was no fire anymore. No whispers. No shadows. The symbol wasn’t even on the floor anymore. “Why were you screaming?”, my mom asked. I told my mom what happened. But of course, she didn’t believe me. I remembered the pictures but when I tried to show them to my mom, they weren’t there. “It’s just your imagination, just go to bed” my mom said. “Fine”, I muttered, still terrified to death. I wanted to believe that it was my imagination, but how could I. I tried to sleep again. As soon as I closed my eyes, I started hearing whispers again. “He’s back, he’s back, he’s back”. I opened my eyes. I saw a shadow man right beside my bed. It was a tall figure, with two horns. It was extremely skinny but had a hunched back. I tried to open my mouth to scream but I couldn’t. I couldn’t move at all. The figure just stood there watching. It was a shadow figure. It didn’t have eyes but I felt it staring right at my soul. I felt very uneasy. The figure started to walk towards me. I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. I still couldn’t move. All I could do was just hope that I don’t end up dead. I then screamed and he disappeared.
CHAPTER 3: MISSING.
It was the next morning. I was watching TV until, randomly it turned off. I turned it back on. In the TV was the lady I saw in my dream the other night. She was just rocking back and forth on her rocking chair. I was very confused. She said, “go, go, go”. “Where?”, I muttered quietly. “He’s going to go away”. Then the TV started to glitch. The lights started to flicker. Suddenly it stopped. I was relieved. But not for long of course. I heard a scream from my brother’s room. “This again?”, I wondered. I reached out my hand to open the door. “AAAH!” I screamed when the door flew open by itself. No one was in the room though. But how did I hear my brother scream if he’s not even there? “Yamaan, this isn’t funny!”, I yelled. No sign of him. I decided to just ignore it. Whatever is doing all this, probably gets happy when it hears me scream. So, I closed the door and went back to the living room.
Four hours went by. I still haven’t heard any noise from my brother’s room. “Weird”, I thought. “Where’s Yamaan? Have you seen him?”, my mom asked. “Um no, why?”, I answered. “He’s not in the house. I’ve looked everywhere for him”, my mom said. “Call the police”, I suggested. I went in my room to look for him. The symbol! It was on the floor. What was he doing with it?
Three weeks passed. No sign of my brother. We all lost hope. Police couldn’t find him anywhere. But I knew he couldn’t just disappear like that by himself. I knew that it had something to do with the symbol.
One day, while I was sitting on my bed, I heard the door flew open. I looked up. To my surprise it was Yamaan. He looked possessed. “Yamaan? What happened to you?”, I asked partly happy and partly scared. “He took me”, he said pointing beside him. “Who?”, I asked. “Him. He’s now here for you”, Yamaan said in a singsong tone. The lights started to flicker. Things started to toss around my room. Yamaan opened his mouth and blood started pouring through his mouth. I closed my eyes as I felt someone grab my neck. My neck started to burn. What have I done?....
The Demonic symbol(Yomn)
CHAPTER 1: THE CURSE
It was a calm night. Five minutes till midnight. I was laying down on my bed with my phone, reading horror stories online. It took me fifteen minutes to finish the first story I was reading, and I was already spooked. But I wanted to read more. So, I started scrolling down to find more short horror stories, until a picture of a demonic symbol caught my eye. I clicked on it. The article told me that if I hung up a picture of the symbol, it’ll attract demons into my room. At the time, I thought it was a great idea. I tiptoed out of bed and slowly opened my door. I quietly lifted a chair and kept it in front of the computer table. I searched up the name of the symbol and printed a picture of it. I didn’t do any research it, so I wasn’t really expecting anything. I put tape on the back of the paper, tiptoed back to my room and pasted the paper on the wall beside my little brother’s bed.
The next morning, I woke up to my brother crying. “What’s wrong?”, I asked. “My skin is burning”, he cried. I gasped as I assumed it had something to do with this symbol. I quickly got out of bed and to my shock, my brother’s skin was RED! I was terrified. I called my parents who were asleep. They quickly came. My mom was literally screaming. They were putting ice on him. No one knew what was going on, except for me but of course I didn’t tell anyone for my own good. After a while he was fine. But there were a few red rashes and blisters all over his arms, legs, and a few on his face. Yeah ok, he wasn’t simply fine. But according to him, it didn’t hurt. Just then my brother noticed the symbol. “What is that?”, he asked me. “Just a pretty picture I printed for you!”. I didn’t want to scare him. I didn’t want to take it off the wall either.
It was 4pm. I was in the living room making tiktoks and my brother was in his room calling Izan. So basically, it was a pretty normal evening. My brother acted like his skin didn’t just burn a few hours ago. Our parents had just left the house to get some groceries. When suddenly I heard a loud BANG in the room where my brother was. I ran into the room. I would’ve not cared but I assumed it had something to do with the symbol. When I opened the room, my brother wasn’t there. But my mirror was on the floor cracked. FFEAKED OUT. If a mirror is cracked it usually means that a demon has escaped into the room. Someone tapped on my shoulders. I felt uneasy and a million thoughts flooded my brain in just a millisecond. I looked behind me. It was my brother. His eyes were COMPLETELY black. He was extremely pale and when he opened his mouth to speak, blood poured out from his mouth. I wanted to fall on the spot. I was speechless and couldn’t move. After I processed what was going on, I ran to take the paper with the demonic symbol off his wall. As I was about to take it off, my possessed brother grabbed my hand. “The fun has just begun”, he said in a singsong tone. Then to my relief, I heard my parents come in. My brother snapped back to his normal self. Now I knew I should’ve done some research about the symbol.
CHAPTER 2: RESEARCH!!!
I looked up the symbol on the internet. “This symbol attracts EVIL spirits into your room, it should only be used by people who are trained to deal with the paranormal.”, the article read. I had no idea what to do. I mean what could I do? Burn the sign? Well maybe. But for now, I decided to wait and see what happens next. Only because burning the sign might make it worse.
3:30am. I woke up. I was frightened because of a dream I saw. In the dream, first I saw this old lady. She was short, she had a hunched back, her thin gray hair was tied into a ponytail. When I first saw her in my dream, she was just chilling on a rocking chair on what seemed like a calm day. It wasn’t sunny nor was it raining. Until suddenly she started bleeding from her mouth. Her eyes turned from a honey brown to completely midnight black. HER WHOLE EYE. Not a single white area. she started walking slowly. The next thing I saw was her getting shot on the head. I was traumatized. She obviously fell and died on spot. Then I heard a male voice screaming at me. First, I couldn’t tell what exactly he was saying. It sounded gibberish. He repeated it multiple times. Each time it got more clearer and louder. I finally realized what he was telling me. He told me to wake up and check the news. I felt something grab my ankles and that’s when I finally woke up. But when I unlocked my phone to check the news, it was a picture. A picture of me taken when I was asleep. There were a bunch of them. It was creepy to find pictures of me taken while I was asleep, but the one that caught my attention the most was a picture of a pair of pale hands grabbing my ankle. It was taken exactly two minutes before I woke up. I was already terrified enough but for some reason, I still wanted to check the news like how the voice in my dream told me to. “No way”, I gasped. The news. It said that a lady was murdered about an hour ago. There was a picture of her. She looked exactly like the lady in my dream. That’s when I knew I should’ve burned the symbol earlier, or just never have pasted that symbol in the first place. I ripped the symbol off the wall. My arms started to burn, which made me drop the symbol. I looked at my hands then at the floor. There was a ring of fire around the paper with the symbol. The fire grew bigger and bigger by the second. I heard whispers in all directions saying: “He’s here, he’s here, he’s here!”. Each time the whispers got louder and more powerful. A shadow with two horns was running from one side of the room to another. I was screaming for help.
Just then, my room door flew open. It was my mom. There was no fire anymore. No whispers. No shadows. The symbol wasn’t even on the floor anymore. “Why were you screaming?”, my mom asked. I told my mom what happened. But of course, she didn’t believe me. I remembered the pictures but when I tried to show them to my mom, they weren’t there. “It’s just your imagination, just go to bed” my mom said. “Fine”, I muttered, still terrified to death. I wanted to believe that it was my imagination, but how could I. I tried to sleep again. As soon as I closed my eyes, I started hearing whispers again. “He’s back, he’s back, he’s back”. I opened my eyes. I saw a shadow man right beside my bed. It was a tall figure, with two horns. It was extremely skinny but had a hunched back. I tried to open my mouth to scream but I couldn’t. I couldn’t move at all. The figure just stood there watching. It was a shadow figure. It didn’t have eyes but I felt it staring right at my soul. I felt very uneasy. The figure started to walk towards me. I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. I still couldn’t move. All I could do was just hope that I don’t end up dead. I then screamed and he disappeared.
CHAPTER 3: MISSING.
It was the next morning. I was watching TV until, randomly it turned off. I turned it back on. In the TV was the lady I saw in my dream the other night. She was just rocking back and forth on her rocking chair. I was very confused. She said, “go, go, go”. “Where?”, I muttered quietly. “He’s going to go away”. Then the TV started to glitch. The lights started to flicker. Suddenly it stopped. I was relieved. But not for long of course. I heard a scream from my brother’s room. “This again?”, I wondered. I reached out my hand to open the door. “AAAH!” I screamed when the door flew open by itself. No one was in the room though. But how did I hear my brother scream if he’s not even there? “Yamaan, this isn’t funny!”, I yelled. No sign of him. I decided to just ignore it. Whatever is doing all this, probably gets happy when it hears me scream. So, I closed the door and went back to the living room.
Four hours went by. I still haven’t heard any noise from my brother’s room. “Weird”, I thought. “Where’s Yamaan? Have you seen him?”, my mom asked. “Um no, why?”, I answered. “He’s not in the house. I’ve looked everywhere for him”, my mom said. “Call the police”, I suggested. I went in my room to look for him. The symbol! It was on the floor. What was he doing with it?
Three weeks passed. No sign of my brother. We all lost hope. Police couldn’t find him anywhere. But I knew he couldn’t just disappear like that by himself. I knew that it had something to do with the symbol.
One day, while I was sitting on my bed, I heard the door flew open. I looked up. To my surprise it was Yamaan. He looked possessed. “Yamaan? What happened to you?”, I asked partly happy and partly scared. “He took me”, he said pointing beside him. “Who?”, I asked. “Him. He’s now here for you”, Yamaan said in a singsong tone. The lights started to flicker. Things started to toss around my room. Yamaan opened his mouth and blood started pouring through his mouth. I closed my eyes as I felt someone grab my neck. My neck started to burn. What have I done?....
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