HIDE AND SEEK (One Shot Horror Story)

#ScaryThoughtsTherapy

Title: Peter E Jacob

Once upon a time in a tiny town of Icelandic, there’s a great mythology Chronicles. Like “The Chronicles of Flying Pig". I really hated to hear that. In the town of Icelandic, people here didn’t come out so late. They’re afraid about the mysterious things happening in late night.

“Don’t ever come out, if you don’t want the pig will take you.” My mother said. But I never believed in that kind of things I’m strong and never ever shock me in the scariest stories. I don’t know if there’s a true testimony, regarding in this theory. But no one will stand and testify about this Chronicles.

“Peter, it’s very late now. Go home now.” My mother calling me. I’m just playing alone in the garden. It’s very dark now. And I stand now, but it seems like our house disappeared. I’m calling my mom, but I never see her. I continuing searching. But as I saw, it became difficult for me to know. If it’s still, Icelandic or not?

“Mother, where are you? I’m still here, why did you come alone without me. It’s very quick when you call me, but now you’re gone. Mother please show.” I said in the air. But mom didn’t respond and my head is spinning now. I just wanted to go home. But this place hiding. I check my arm clock, it’s already 10 in the evening. I stop and thinking about the Flying Pig. I’m so shock when I’ve heard the sounds of the mother pig and the wings of pig. I slowly move my head to up. I saw the pig, it’s really flying.

“Oh no? I’m about to go home but I feel I lose. Please don’t eat me. “ I said to the big pig. But I don’t heard any of it. I can’t bread. I insisted to stay in so longer. So I asked some favor to stop. He stop, but when someone talk at my back.

“Where’s Peter, I told him to go home. He don’t even respond.” My mom said. I’m shouting but no one can hear me, it feels like the something covering in my mouth. I try to reach my mom, but I can’t move my feet. The hot splashes of candles starting to covered my feet. My body become swollen and I’m still invisible. No one can hear my voice.

“Do I need to pray? What if you didn’t hear me too?” I asked to myself. I was lingering doubt if God may hear me. But I try to asked for help. I look around and I mumbled something, this is not from me. It feels something or someone controlling me to stop to ask help. How can I stop these. My mom is now leaving.

“Mom, don’t leave! I’m still here. I’m stocked and can’t move here. Mom help me!” I exclaime, as I expected they didn’t hear me. The police is coming to search but my mom not here. They looking anywhere. But no one can notice me.

“I’m sorry mom.” I said.

**

Week later. I feel hungrier than hungry, thirstier than thirsty, it’s very itchy here. I have a lot of insects bite. I’m standing here, like a candle slowly falling down and about to die. I can’t hear my own voice, I only hear my breathing, it’s sounds hopeless. I feel envious to the water in the river, I feel scared to all wild animals around, my body is fully shrouded. It’s turn to dark and the flying pig is all around me. And looking at me . Eyes are red, mouth full of green saliva, body full of earthworms. That’s killing me. I’m really scared. I don’t know what to do.

“Please stop now, what did I do to you guys. Why did you do that to me? I’m going home but you came and take me? If I did something wrong, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean it. And if ever you need something I can give it to you guys. Please let me go.” I said, but they’re looking at me deviously. My whole body was shaken. I don’t know what to do.

“Do you remember the fire in the House of Laura. You put a lot of fire on the ground. You play it and it turns to be like hell. It’s your fault Peter. You’re mother is an illusion. And you are in delusional state because of the things you did to us.” The mother pig said.

“You’re mother is not your mother, because she is Laura. The one who owned us. The one who take care of us. But she died because of you. And we are here to take revenge.” The mother pig said.

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember anything. But I’m really sorry for everything I’ve done. I’m only 10 years old." I said to them. The little piglets give in front of me the big mirror. I feel shocked. My face isn’t 10 year old boy. It turns out 90 years old Peter. I try to speak again and my voice changed.

“What happened? Even my voice change? What happened to me? I become older 80 years more? What happened?” I said.

**

My little son was dreaming. We found him sleeping in the little lagoon. I pray a lot to wake him up. He was crying and saying my name. “Laura, Laura. I’m sorry.” He said between crying and hiccups.

“Son it’s fine.” I said. The priest held his hand and Peter trying to say a pray “our father.” Something stopping him so he’s mouth started to bleeding.

“Fight my son. Pray for more much louder.” I said. He’s voice became powerful. And thanks God he slowly open his eyes.

“Ma. I’m sorry.” He said. He’s eyes now bleeding same on his nose, mouth and ears.

It’s okay son.” I said. We go home together. I heard my pigs laughing and it really scares me, why they back. They died along time ago. Why they roaming around and take my son. It’s my grandfather fault not my son. My Grandfather named Peter. And I take that named before he died. I didn’t know that pigs will followed my families who named PETER.

Next day. I decided to changed my son name.

“JACOB. Come over here.” I said. I’m looking around and I saw my son smiled dangerously.

“MOMMMMMMY.” He exclaimed.

--End of Hide and Seek--