Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-39592845-20190527064653

The human that we speak

of is running. Running

down the old road,

running along the forest.

The rain pouring down on

him like fire hydrants.

They ran as fast as they could,

for they had provoked something

not from this world.

The curious being, months

earlier, wanted to play

a game. They was

dared to, anyway.

WIth the rules as

clear as water in their

head, with the end

of Hallow’s Eve near, they

waited…

Waited fifthteen minutes

after midnight. the phone

vibrated. The human

didn’t return the call.

Waited another fifthteen

minutes, the phone

received a text

message. A phone

number.

They called the

number, putting the

phone on speaker.

The man on the

other line had a voice

similar to text to speech.

The human wondered if it

was to conceal his

real voice or...if it

actually was their

real voice.

“What is...your

address?” The voice

spoke and the human

responded with the

information.

And just like that,

the caller hung up.

The next two nights

carried along like

normal as expected.

After the second night,

the human being’s

eyes were still

open, waiting for that

faithful knock on the

door before the hour

hand strikes at

midnight.

The time came

and as the human

was also drifting

asleep, someone

knocked at the door.

As the human opened

the door, they

saw nobody but looked

down and saw a box.

They picked it up and

examined it.

“For ,

take good care of this.”

The human never

wondered who knew

his name, for his mundane

brain only focus on

the gift inside the box.

They opened the box

and...just what they

expected, a small

radio with batteries.

They inserted the batteries

in the radios and waited.

until fifthteen minutes

after where they switched on

the radio and switched

to the station as said.

Another waiting

game.

This time, they

needed to listen

for a tune must play.

Despite how tired they

was, how keeping their

eyes was like holding

onto to a dangling rope,

he needed to keep listening.

It wasn’t until ten minutes of

static when it was interrupted

by a song. The human listened

carefully as it started playing

in a tune:

“Aren’t you a lucky one?

Aren’t you a being with a

lovely smile?

Aren’t you the one with

money that’s as

dense as concrete?

Aren’t you gonna the one

that everyone will

know you as an angel?

Aren’t you gonna be

on streak of unbelievable

fortune?

Aren’t you gonna be the

main one in a line of

a million?

Aren’t you also gonna

accept the toll at

the end of your

trial?

Expect a high toll,

maybe worth the debt

of the surface land.

Maybe worth the

amount that how

many people eat

or how many

get lost in the forest.

But until then, enjoy

your trial.”

From that point on,

the human being

received a year of

good fortune in the

form of

love, support, money.

The stuff of their

wildest dreams.

It felt like they were

happier than never

before. He felt

more comfortable in

hisself. Many others

watched them go

about their day,

acknowledging their

presence and greeting

them.

It was a good year

for the human being

But...deep down in

the young human’s

heart, the oncoming

dread of the radio

came to mind, even

before the batteries

gave out on the

radio. They

knew that even

though was the

year of their life,

it could also be

their very last.

They know that

day the radio

dies, they might

perish as well.

That’s what the

radio meant by

“Expect a high toll…”

That is why, there is

one more step, a

crucial step if that

were to eventually

happen.

RUN.

The human bolted out

his front door during

a storm, not

looking back at all.

Their feet seemed to

float off the ground

as they tried to keep

that consistent speed.

They ran like their

life depended on it…

which it did.

Their thoughts

were racing and

the tune playing

on the radio those

months ago was

playing in their head.

But it wasn’t exactly like

they remember it.

“Expect a high toll,

maybe worth the death

of millions of human

beings on Earth.

Maybe worth how many

people starve to death

or how many people

get lost in the woods and

never return?

The human was starting to

slow down.

“We warned you about

the ending of your trial…”

The human collapsed in

exhaustion.

“You knew of the

consequences.”

The human

hyperventilates

“The bad luck is

coming for you…

watching you die will

satisfy his free soul...”

A thunderstrike hits

the tree near the human.

“And it seems like your

fall from grace is now over…”

The tree falls. Despite

everything, the human gave

up.

The entity moves as

the tree lands on the

ground, the human

is gone, nowhere to be

found.

It stares at the fallen

tree,

blood splattered along

side they’re on.

The ritual was over,

and the second the

entity realized this was

so, they faded away, hoping

to become the

misfortune of another

human being for the

rest of time.  