Three Shattered Tales Of The Psychologically Damned Vol 3: Dark Secrets Within E-Book

Wendigo Studios

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Wendigo's tales of insanity continues with three more short stories of madness, coming from deep within.

Trapped and starved for several days within a cave, a hiker struggles to get out his thoughts out before his mind snaps and the Wendigo is released.

While walking home from a bar, a young man named Alex finds himself in a nightmare as an event from his past comes back to bite him in the ass.

After school, a teacher heads home to prepare some stuff for his class, but the contents of said stuff is concerning to say the least.

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Wendigo Studios

Three Shattered Tales Of The Psychologically Damned Vol 3: Dark Secrets Within

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Hunger

How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Maybe a month since we ended up trapped in that icy cave? I’m not even sure anymore, time doesn’t exist even with my watch keeping track of the time. Minutes, hours and days all blurred together in a hazy mess within my broken mind. I shivered and shook rather violently as I pressed my back against the cold wall of the cave, my thick winter jacket and snowpants seemed to do nothing against the fringed winter wind. Every attempt to rub myself warm would be disturbed by a cold chill running up my back.

My teeth chattered like mad even with my attempts to keep them still, my tongue was now a flat dead worm resting within my mouth at the bottom of my jaw. My teeth and my gums ached from long periods of not brushing them and not being able to sink them into something fleshy. My stomach painfully growling and churning like it was being scratched from the inside by some wild creature hiding in my guts.

My vision started to tunnel slightly like I had been knocked in the head but not hard enough to put me into an unconscious state though to be honest, I would’ve preferred being knocked out then having to deal with this. My limbs were cramped and strained and could hardly support my weight which was probably little to nothing at this point. My breathing was raspy and shallow, it was hard to lift my head off the stone ground and my skin felt tight against my bones like I was wearing a skintight suit only this suit was my own skin.

Was this what dying felt like? I could hardly move any part of my body. My heart thudded pitifully in my chest, I hardly heard it and in a flash, I honestly thought I had died but the growling followed by the sudden pain in my stomach pulled me right back to reality. I grumbled in both annoyance that I wasn’t away from the horrible situation and despair that I was about to die in one of the most painful ways a human could die and couldn’t do anything about it but try to count the days till I would finally die.

I pried open my eyelids and shot a glance at my partner who had his back turned to me to an opposite cave wall, his thick winter clothes covering his entire body, some parts covered in snow and ice prolonged from the cold both inside and outside the cave. Even though I was pretty far from him, I could tell he wasn’t breathing. With the last of my energy, I cursed very softly under my breath and weakly punched the cold stone ground with my right fist. Of course, given that most of my energy was deleted, the impact really didn’t do much to my skin and bone or the stone.

I dropped my head back to the cold ground, shutting my eyes as my mind shouted and screamed at that it’s my fault for this situation, it’s my fault for us getting trapped out in that blizzard by ignoring the warning signs as they came and continuing to ski despite the risks then getting us trapped in this cave by not looking up at the top of the cave to search for a huge pile of snow on top and how it all could’ve been avoided if I hadn’t decided to go out to the mountains for a ski trip about a few days ago or longer with my friend and just simply waited out the storm.

Even though it sounded illogical, even though I didn’t know how this day would’ve gone, I don’t think I would be able to forgive myself for what had happened to me and my friend knowing that I had sealed my fate and killed my friend simply by coming here in the first place! I wanted to cry or scream in rage at my terrible misfortune but nothing came out, the only thing I did was try to punch the stone ground over and over in anger.

But whatever energy I had gained had seemed to run out meaning the only thing I could do was to just lie on the ground and wait for the end. I tried to drown out the feeling of pain with the thoughts of happy memories: memories from my children all the way to the present such as my birthdays, my first friends, my achievements such as my track and fields ribbons, swimming awards etc, those types of memories but they were all a messy haze within my brain, blurring around like a fuzzy tv before those thoughts suddenly settled on one single thought: hunger, eat, survive.

My eyes shot open instantly and my head lifted off the ground, wondering if I actually heard a voice or if the whisper was just my hungry mind playing tricks on me. Eat, hungry, survive, eat, eat, eat! No, I wasn’t imagining the voice, I was hearing those words whispered to me like a siren to a lonely sailor or a lovely song such as a romantic tune or a catchy song I would listen to for hours whenever it came on the radio later in the day when I had the time.

A growling from my stomach sounded, this time much louder than before. My eyes widened as disturbing thoughts started to fill my brain till it started to hurt. My breathing began to grow raspy and heavy like I was doing something pleasant and secretive. An odd feeling of strength entered my arms and legs, my mouth opened and a drop of drool started coming out, hitting the cave floor and freezing into a block of ice. Hunger started to hit me harder than I’ve ever felt it before in probably the last few minutes, starting to feel like a knife or a bunch of knives being stabbed into my stomach repeatedly.

The pain was now so ungodly horrible, unlike anything I have experienced ever, I couldn’t ignore it anymore, I needed food. Food, food, food, food! I must eat, I must survive, I must eat! No matter what, I must eat! NO MATTER WHAT! I rolled onto my fists and knees. My eyes now wide, my mouth hanging open, my tongue dropping open, it had turned a dull dark blue almost black color.