Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25095856-20140630121348

Three years ago, I moved in Romania, a country in central Europe. I moved in with my

wife and two-year old son. We went once to the seaside, but I had a problem and had to

go back home. I let them stay there, at a hotel. On the way home I had to pass through

Bucovina and I heard a local legend about a demon named Samca, a demon with 19 names. I

said it is a childws story. The locals said it came at night.

Back home, I got ready for bed. I woke up in the midlle of the night without any reason.

I couldn't get back to sleep, so I stayed on the balcony witing to fall asleep. I felt

as I was being watched. I kept seeing a thing in the corner of my eye. It was green. A very dark green. And then I saw it. Samca. It is said to be the most ruthless and

dangerous of all evil spirits. It is said that it can be seen by wizards and by the onesborn on Saturday. It was described as a naked woman with long, messy hair, with longtits touching the ground, small eyes as shiny as stars, long hands with iron nails as sharp as knives. It was twitching. I was born on saturday. It had a wooden cane with a bird skull tie

with rope on top of it. It's shadow started moving by itself. It came towards me. The demon said in a old woman's voice "My name's Navadaria. My name's Sina, Ghiana... Say all my names and I may grant you a fast death." The shadow got up from the ground and lifted me up. "You thought I was a child's story, now you pay!" It spitted green fire at me. I barely dodged it. The fire got bigger and covered it, then dissapeared.

I searched for the next day and saw that I was going to die. All the ones that were haunted by it died horrible deaths. One survived. I had a friend that worked at the police department and got video tapes from three of the victims with a little help. The monster appered as a shadowy figure on the tapes.

Tape 1

It started with the victim going to bed. Her brother was on the door, guarding her. I was fast-forwarding until I saw a shadow come from under the door. It got up and transformed in the demon. It stabbed the woman in the stomach and pulled her guts out. he brother tried to open the door, but it was locked. Blood and pieces of flesh flew across the room. It ripped and tore bits of skin off and threw them around the room. It was laughing and twitching, menacingly, getting progressively louder and more joyous as the woman died beneath. The tape went black. I couldn’t see what was going on, but the sheer horror of the situation made my imagination run wild and made the situation even more terrifying. Soon, the woman stopped struggling after it ripped the heart out of her chest and ate it. It then ate four fingers from one hand and three from the other. Green fire covered it as it dissapears.

Tape 2

Her brother was next. He was killed at the police station. It came in and a soft whispering was heard. It stabbed him with the cane, banged him to a wall and ripped him in half with its bare hands. It the cut to black for a few seconds. It then showed the demon picking the lower part up and starting to tear it apart savagely, eating bits and pieces of them. It then went black. It cut to Samca ripping the other part into pieces, eating it's heart, fingers and brain. It was laughing menacily, like the first time. The twitching was worse. Green fire covered it as it dissapeared.

Tape 3

The next one was a police ooficer that saw the last murder. There were no witnesses this time. It came in the room and stabbed her in the chest seven times while she was screaming and it was twitching and laughing joyfully. Her mouth was sliced from ear to ear by a swipe of a metal claw. Green venom fell on her hand from the mouth of the demon. It melted off. Fire covered the woman's body. The quality of the tape was very low from here and I couldn't understand anything.

I started getting ready for it to come. I had an axe and a rifle ready. One night, it came and I was ready. The second its shadow entered the house I was ready. It materialized and I shot it until I ran out of bullets. It was on the ground. I hit it with my axe hundreds of times, covered it in gasoline and threw a match on it. It started to dematerialize in front of me. I cut its hand before it would dissappear.

I kept it my hole life and it didn't come back, but many bad things happened. I divorced and lost the boy. She left because she said I was actin strange. I did all I could to stay next to my son. I am sick of nightmares. The hand is in a small locked box. I got rid of the key. I got a gun. Goodbye.

The story was found on the author's tweeter. He was dead. He was shot in the head. All the signs show that he killed himself. He left a note asking his son to throw the box in volcano. He researched volcanoes his hole life.  