Black Mist and other stories 2

black mist and other stories

Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, see if they can help her to build an “unorthodox” career, a path followed by many before, some has been blessed with success, most have not, let us see what you make of her attempts! A failure or success- it all depends on you. These are pieces from her book, the book is available on createspace and amazon- It is a collection of dark stories, paranormal mostly but not gothic, it prefers scaring by creating eerie images not blood, gore, violence. She will certainly love to see it in your Halloween collection!

Black Mist and other stories
https://www.createspace.com/5058824
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ontgsbe

Black Mist
piece 2

“Why uncle?” he feebly protested, knowing he was speaking the truth and remembered he promised but did not showed up for some village puja last noon.

But that was not the case…. The old man fidgeted a bit in his chair and coughed a little, before starting to speak again “Do you remember the story of black witch Krishnamayee?”

“The witch that brings black mist and death with her?” he asked.

“Yes. She is back after centuries!” the old man was visibly agitated now, like a child after admitting that he has seen a ghost. He shifted uneasily and defiantly in his chair.

“Oh!” he took a long breath of relief and stopped it halfway when he saw the furious expression on the old man’s face. He quickly added to appease the old man, “How did you know?”

“The shepherds told me, the ones that graze their cattle near the marsh temple.” The man said.

He grew up hearing the story of black witch, there was a temple in a marsh, a little distance away from the village, it took four or five hours by foot to reach there. That temple was built by the king of this village that is, the king who ruled over this village too… he owned quite a substantial amount of property nearby areas back then, the prosperous lands turned to graveyard by the witch as per the folklores, Mitesh was related to him.

It was certainly not surrounded by marsh then, five hundred or so years ago. It was built inside a village, a prosperous village, surrounded by a garden and right beside a lake.

It was king’s dedication to mother goddess kali, thanking her for a son.

A few years after the temple was built a witch occupied it. She practiced black magic. Small children of the village started to disappear, but such was her power that no one could enter the temple. Every time someone dared to step on its thresh-hold something bad happened to his family.

The villagers were so convinced about her dark powers that dozens of stories started to circulate in and around the village. Some vowed they have seen her flying, her black cascade of hair and sari flying around her like darkness, others said they have seen demons serving her.

But that fear was not enough scary for grieving parents; when the next child disappeared they surrounded the temple and set fire to it. They could hear monstrous roars coming from inside.

The strange thing was no one or nothing tried to escape.

https://www.createspace.com/5058824
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ontgsbe

to be continued…

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