A Letter of Doom

I have something to tell you…!

I stumble upon the dead people. Women, children, men all torn into pieces.

Houses destroyed, burning. I stare in utter horror, I as see a once prosperous, happy village, lay in ruins.

It all started a month back. At first it was just strays. Goats, cattle torn into pieces and spread on the ground, right in the middle of the village, as if it had been eaten by evil itself.

Village folks assumed it was the work of a lion or tiger from the forest nearby. Measures were taken, fences were mend, doors were locked. Once again, people felt safe. Everyone but me. To me, the carcass of the poor animal smelled like doom. There was something about the brutality of the killings, which said that it wasn't the work of another animal.

Everyone was back to normal, except me. I slept uneasily. I had these nightmares… Nightmares of a monster, a being so evil, so ruthless and with features so horrific, that even death ran from it. I saw this creature devouring, tearing and eating anything and everything in its path. I became sad, tired and weak. My sleeplessness drove me to madness.

Meanwhile, the village killings had increased, both in number and in brutality.The "animal" was now declared a man-eater.People ran.

Some stayed. Only handful of them managed to survive.

One night, I woke up from a particularly disturbing nightmare, where the monster ripped the heart out of a poor man. I woke up with a start. I woke up in the middle of a burning, blood filled ruin. It WAS my village. I staggered to my feet and looked around. All I saw was bodies and blood.

I stumble upon the dead people. Women, children, men all torn into pieces.

Houses destroyed, burning. I stare in utter horror, I as see a once prospoereous, happy village lay in ruins.

In all this, I realized a bit late, that I was holding something.

Opening my hand, I saw a fully formed human heart…

This letter i throw in the lake, for you people on the other side. Run. Hide. Rrrrun beforeeee I turn into HIM againkjdkdnasdnf ,.dasf,.dfasdsm.f….

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda - See more at: http://blog.blogadda.com/2013/06/21/weekend-creative-writing-india-bloggers#sthash.yqNkyVyQ.dpuf