Tales of Horror and the Supernatural HTML version

I staggered back realising who I was dealing with and that I was dreaming. I tried to
awaken, but couldn’t. The figure came closer and said again: “Why do you want to contact
“Because I have need of your service.” I eventually said in a faltering voice.
“How many times are you going to wish for the same thing before you die,” he goaded. “
You realise that if I do indeed help you I will need something in return.”
With a sinking heart I asked: “What?”
“Ah but you already know,” he said with a cruel laugh. “I want your soul. I will rip out the
good part of your soul and it will be mine every night!”
“No!” I shouted. “No….”
His eyes became red and he came even closer; still outwardly my friend, but I could sense
the inner menace. “Think of what I could do for you. Why live in fear of mortals when you
could live like a king!” I was about to discard this, when Jake Connor’s sneering face entered
my mind and I instantly agreed.
I woke up the next morning and couldn’t remember anything of the dream I had the
previous night, but that was nothing new as I couldn’t remember many of my dreams. I
eventually left for work feeling…different!
That night, as the dark crept over the town, I felt energy levels in my body rise and bloodlust
course through my mind. I could hear the pathetic ramblings of individuals in neighbouring
flats and houses. The light of the room hurt my eyes so I extinguished it and saw what looked
like two red- hot coals reflected in the mirror above the mantelpiece. I laughed realising the
red orbs were my eyes. I glanced at the digital clock read out - it was after ten – time to go;
so I grabbed my long black coat and headed out into the night.
A mist had drifted in from the sea, and an eerie orange glow encircled the street lights. I
walked along the High Street keeping to the shadows as I passed people who were leaving
well- lit bars. The street ended at the hidden dark mass that was the North Sea; so I turned
right along O ld Shore Head, which had a river on one side, and waited in a passage just past
The Caledonian Bar.
A foghorn sounded as laughter exploded from the opening of the pub door and then
footsteps came toward me. I knew who was coming! Stepping out behind, after he had past, I
put one hand over Connor’s mouth and wrapped my other arm around his chest and pulled
him into the passage. His struggling turned to paralysis as he twisted his head round to gaze
in horror at my crimson eyes.
I stuck a hand between his legs, ripped his jeans, and then twisted off his genitalia and
dangled them in front of his eyes. I then pushed my head close to one of his ears and growled:
“This was what you wanted Jake wasn’t it? You and me outside!”
He squealed as I watched tears roll down his creased face before I snapped his neck like a
twig. I then lugged his corpse over the road and dropped it into the river. Then I disappeared
into the swirling mist as the foghorn blew another sombre note.
The next morning I woke up on my settee with a headache. I couldn’t remember where I had
been the night before until I found my black coat lying in the hallway spattered with blood.
Then the full horror of what I did thundered into my mind and I ran into the toilet and threw
What Had I done? I asked myself as I sat at the kitchen table and stared out at a sky where
ragged clouds were being pushed along by a strong wind. Maybe it will just be for one night,
I thought – hopefully. I decided to carry on as if nothing had happened. But I had taken a life.
All I had wanted to do was frighten the guy!
I stood up and took off my clothes from the previous evening and threw them into the
washing machine then I got ready for work. I left the house willing myself to forget what I
had done; or what the angel had done.
At lunchtime the phone on my desk rang.
“Yeah, hullo?”
“Ross, its Helen.”
“Hi. How are you doing?”
“I’m fine. Have you heard about the body that was found in the river?”