"This is my first try at writing horror so please do suggest me ways to improve upon my writing"
Adrian and his friend were all telling scary story. That's part of camping in the wild. They had all finished up their imaginary stories and were keenly looking at Adrian to come up with his. They all knew he had a ace up his sleeve. The story of his self starvation in this same area. Even though he had expressed his feelings of not wanting to remember the details of the incident his friends had been adamant. He finally gave in "This is the true story It's the one I didn't even tell the police or my family. Just dont interrupt me during it" He took out what looked like a journal from his backpack.
Tommy''s Journal
Camping Records
Day 1
I have packed all my usual camping gear tonight, mailed my loved one a route I have chosen to take through the National Park. It was a usual mail, since the time i broke my hand on one such trip my parents had made it compulsory for me to mail them every detail of my trip before i ventured on one.
Mom had already replied and so had dad, my mobile kept buzzing every 5 minutes, I was in no mood to reply today. I had chosen quite a wild trip after such a long tim. The calls and messages would continue for a long time even after the trip. Thankfully! My parents lived atleast a day's ride away and thus they would never be able to catch me before I left.
Day 3
The last night I didn't get time to write. I had to first drive to the outer limit of the National Park. From there it had been a day long ride through the park to the first camping base where i quickly set up the camp and exhausted fell to sleep. Today I am at the second base of the camp. By tomorrow I would be far off into the park.
Day 4
Today I didn't make as much progress as I had planned. Guess the fewer people I see and the more one with nature I feel and the lesser my pace gets. I always thought about living it like this away from the monotonous and stressful daily life. The time for....
Day 5
Yesterday I kept hearing the strange sound all night long around my tent but couldn't find the source of the noise. The noise kept me up for most part of the night. It's not like there ain't noises in the wild. I have had my fair shares of sleepless night for the first few times but this time it was different it wasn't part of the wild. I have grown accustomed to noise in the wild and somehow it wasn't a part of it.
Day 6
Reading my yesterday's entry I feel maybe I was being a little paranoid there. It must be the stress getting to me.I had promised myself to get over that incident maybe this trip is for me to connect with myself and my soul and to mend the bruises that I have received. I'm almost halfway through my decided route. Just a few more days and I'll be back in the concrete jungle.
Day 7
The sound again they are damn annoying. I am trying to sleep ignoring them as they are but its really hard.
Day 8
I am addicted to that sound I just can't go any further. Something's wrong with me. I feel like feel like I am going insane or maybe not. I can't prioritize things. The sound I want to hear it again. It's grown beautiful and hypnotic in the last two days. I just can't escape from it. The pain with which I had set foot here is now all gone there is nothing inside of me neither pain nor happiness.
Day 9
I saw It today. It was beautiful. I feel tired and hungry but I don't want to go anywhere even for a moment I don't want to miss it. Never Ever .
Day10
I don't think. I have eaten. I'm thirsty but I don't want to leave. I'm feeling exhausted.This sound this music of.......I can't and don't wana LEAVE!!
Day11
Don't know how but I think I've been sleepwalking. I walked miles away from My expected route. I have lost my map and camping gear. All that I have on myself is the diary.I've written my last entry on day 10 so i'm assuming this must be day 11 I have no idea of date. I never wore a clock with date to my trip it was part of my agenda to promote a feeling of lost and disconnect from the world. Now I am regretting it as the feeling of being lost is creeping over and more than that being alone is making me feel like something is wrong. Something is VERY WRONG!!
Day 12
Met Adrain today. He's another tourist with a taste for the wild. I told him my story and he agreed to help me out. I am tagging along with him. He Knows the way out. If i tag along with him maybe I can get out and sort things out once I am out of here. A strange thing happened when I was telling Adrian about my story every time I tried to remember Why I was here I could hear that sound again.
I'm scared now I just want to get out of here.
Day13
Adrain say there are a lot of tourists who say they have seen a ghost along this trail and many of them have even heard the noise . I am feeling more scared now. I never liked ghosts story I never had any reason to believe in them but this time it's freaking me out. I'll talk to Adrian about the trail I saw yesterday. I remembered it leads back to the place I had camped and where all my stuff must be. If he agrees we will head that way tomorrow to get my stuff back.
That was the last entry on the diary. Adrian looked at his spellbound spectators who were very keenly listening to every word he was saying.
"So did you go with him to the spot where his stuff was and where he heard the noise"
"Yeah! It didn't seem such a bad idea at that time"
"So that's the place they found you starving at? The forest rangers who saved you life"
"I heard it was an animal attack. You're making this story up"
"Yeah the so called animal dragged me out of that place. Don't know why it won't eat me up at the same place as I was to weak to defend I guess he was scared to stay there for long. he dragged me a away. Don't know how far. But It's meal was interrupted by the forest rangers."
"You're joking that story can't be true you're making it up"
"I didn't ask you to believe me. I found this diary stuffed in my backpack later when I came back home"
His audience seemed to be indecisive about the story
"You must have read the papers if you remember what I was saying when they found me"
There ghostly expression came back on them and they seemed to go pale. One of them spoke up
"The sound The sound I want to hear it again"
He looked at them
"You do know who Tommy was? The first guy in series of painstaking self starvation death"
"Why did he kill himself he never mentions it in the diary"
"I don't know never had the courage to look or ask question about him" He lied . He couldn't bring himself to tell the truth. Not when he was so close. Knowing tommy had been the key to overcome his fear. To finally understand everything and to know what he really wanted in life.
"I have many questions like, why can't anyone find the place where you hear that sound? Why did Tommy stuff his diary in you're backpack? What happened to Tommy?
he looked at their expression giving them a blank look, that he had no idea while waiting for the question he had anticipated the most
"What was the sound like?"
Adrian wanted to tell them it was the music of loneliness and sadness.
It started playing again at last after so much time he could finally hear it again for one more time for one last time.
They would all hear the music of DEATH!!.
Adrian and his friend were all telling scary story. That's part of camping in the wild. They had all finished up their imaginary stories and were keenly looking at Adrian to come up with his. They all knew he had a ace up his sleeve. The story of his self starvation in this same area. Even though he had expressed his feelings of not wanting to remember the details of the incident his friends had been adamant. He finally gave in "This is the true story It's the one I didn't even tell the police or my family. Just dont interrupt me during it" He took out what looked like a journal from his backpack.
Tommy''s Journal
Camping Records
Day 1
I have packed all my usual camping gear tonight, mailed my loved one a route I have chosen to take through the National Park. It was a usual mail, since the time i broke my hand on one such trip my parents had made it compulsory for me to mail them every detail of my trip before i ventured on one.
Mom had already replied and so had dad, my mobile kept buzzing every 5 minutes, I was in no mood to reply today. I had chosen quite a wild trip after such a long tim. The calls and messages would continue for a long time even after the trip. Thankfully! My parents lived atleast a day's ride away and thus they would never be able to catch me before I left.
Day 3
The last night I didn't get time to write. I had to first drive to the outer limit of the National Park. From there it had been a day long ride through the park to the first camping base where i quickly set up the camp and exhausted fell to sleep. Today I am at the second base of the camp. By tomorrow I would be far off into the park.
Day 4
Today I didn't make as much progress as I had planned. Guess the fewer people I see and the more one with nature I feel and the lesser my pace gets. I always thought about living it like this away from the monotonous and stressful daily life. The time for....
Day 5
Yesterday I kept hearing the strange sound all night long around my tent but couldn't find the source of the noise. The noise kept me up for most part of the night. It's not like there ain't noises in the wild. I have had my fair shares of sleepless night for the first few times but this time it was different it wasn't part of the wild. I have grown accustomed to noise in the wild and somehow it wasn't a part of it.
Day 6
Reading my yesterday's entry I feel maybe I was being a little paranoid there. It must be the stress getting to me.I had promised myself to get over that incident maybe this trip is for me to connect with myself and my soul and to mend the bruises that I have received. I'm almost halfway through my decided route. Just a few more days and I'll be back in the concrete jungle.
Day 7
The sound again they are damn annoying. I am trying to sleep ignoring them as they are but its really hard.
Day 8
I am addicted to that sound I just can't go any further. Something's wrong with me. I feel like feel like I am going insane or maybe not. I can't prioritize things. The sound I want to hear it again. It's grown beautiful and hypnotic in the last two days. I just can't escape from it. The pain with which I had set foot here is now all gone there is nothing inside of me neither pain nor happiness.
Day 9
I saw It today. It was beautiful. I feel tired and hungry but I don't want to go anywhere even for a moment I don't want to miss it. Never Ever .
Day10
I don't think. I have eaten. I'm thirsty but I don't want to leave. I'm feeling exhausted.This sound this music of.......I can't and don't wana LEAVE!!
Day11
Don't know how but I think I've been sleepwalking. I walked miles away from My expected route. I have lost my map and camping gear. All that I have on myself is the diary.I've written my last entry on day 10 so i'm assuming this must be day 11 I have no idea of date. I never wore a clock with date to my trip it was part of my agenda to promote a feeling of lost and disconnect from the world. Now I am regretting it as the feeling of being lost is creeping over and more than that being alone is making me feel like something is wrong. Something is VERY WRONG!!
Day 12
Met Adrain today. He's another tourist with a taste for the wild. I told him my story and he agreed to help me out. I am tagging along with him. He Knows the way out. If i tag along with him maybe I can get out and sort things out once I am out of here. A strange thing happened when I was telling Adrian about my story every time I tried to remember Why I was here I could hear that sound again.
I'm scared now I just want to get out of here.
Day13
Adrain say there are a lot of tourists who say they have seen a ghost along this trail and many of them have even heard the noise . I am feeling more scared now. I never liked ghosts story I never had any reason to believe in them but this time it's freaking me out. I'll talk to Adrian about the trail I saw yesterday. I remembered it leads back to the place I had camped and where all my stuff must be. If he agrees we will head that way tomorrow to get my stuff back.
That was the last entry on the diary. Adrian looked at his spellbound spectators who were very keenly listening to every word he was saying.
"So did you go with him to the spot where his stuff was and where he heard the noise"
"Yeah! It didn't seem such a bad idea at that time"
"So that's the place they found you starving at? The forest rangers who saved you life"
"I heard it was an animal attack. You're making this story up"
"Yeah the so called animal dragged me out of that place. Don't know why it won't eat me up at the same place as I was to weak to defend I guess he was scared to stay there for long. he dragged me a away. Don't know how far. But It's meal was interrupted by the forest rangers."
"You're joking that story can't be true you're making it up"
"I didn't ask you to believe me. I found this diary stuffed in my backpack later when I came back home"
His audience seemed to be indecisive about the story
"You must have read the papers if you remember what I was saying when they found me"
There ghostly expression came back on them and they seemed to go pale. One of them spoke up
"The sound The sound I want to hear it again"
He looked at them
"You do know who Tommy was? The first guy in series of painstaking self starvation death"
"Why did he kill himself he never mentions it in the diary"
"I don't know never had the courage to look or ask question about him" He lied . He couldn't bring himself to tell the truth. Not when he was so close. Knowing tommy had been the key to overcome his fear. To finally understand everything and to know what he really wanted in life.
"I have many questions like, why can't anyone find the place where you hear that sound? Why did Tommy stuff his diary in you're backpack? What happened to Tommy?
he looked at their expression giving them a blank look, that he had no idea while waiting for the question he had anticipated the most
"What was the sound like?"
Adrian wanted to tell them it was the music of loneliness and sadness.
It started playing again at last after so much time he could finally hear it again for one more time for one last time.
They would all hear the music of DEATH!!.
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