03/02/2024
Short Story, The Dark Entity by Alain 03/02/2024.
In the eerie gloom of a Dunedin summer night, a malevolent force stirred, hidden beneath the rolling hills that cradled the sleepy town. The scent of sheep and the sound of their restless bleating filled the air as the moon shrouded itself in shadow. It was a night when the veil between worlds thinned, and the ancient darkness of witchcraft and demons clawed its way back into the realm of the living.
Amidst the sprawling fields, a lone figure emerged from the darkness. A witch, her name lost to history, clad in tattered robes and a gnarled staff in hand. She whispered incantations long forgotten, invoking powers beyond comprehension. Her eyes glinted with an otherworldly fire as she summoned a demonic presence that had slumbered for centuries; The very earth trembled beneath her as a portal to the netherworld ripped open. From the depth of that abyss, a sinister entity emerged, its form shifting and contorting as it clawed its way into reality.
Its eyes were twin pools of malevolence, and its presence sent shivers through the night. Meanwhile, in a centuries-old farmhouse on the outskirts of town, a family of shepherds huddled together. The youngest among them, a boy named Timothy, had sensed the disturbance in the very marrow of his bones. He knew, as did his ancestors, that when the sheep grew restless and the night turned dark as pitch, the time of reckoning was nigh.
Timothy's grandmother, a woman wise in the ways of the supernatural, had passed down the knowledge of their family's ancient duty. With trembling hands, she placed an old leather-bound grimoire in his palms. It was a book filled with rituals and incantations, the secrets of their bloodline. He knew what he must do. As Timothy ventured into the ominous night, he felt the weight of centuries of ancestral knowledge press upon him. The demonic presence drew near, drawn near, drawn to the ancient power that flowed in his veins.
He recited the incantation from the grimoire with fervor, calling upon as old forces, that were as old as time itself. The battle raged on, the very air crackling with dark energy. Shadows danced in the moonlight, and the winds howled like tormented souls. Timothy's voice wavered but never faltered, his determination was unwavering as he sought to banish the malevolent entity back to the depths whence it came. But it was not just the demonic presence that haunted Dunedin that night... If this short story stays on here I'll finish it for you all!.
