Awakening of the dead

By: Anaisha Shah

TW: Dead bodies, guns, horror elements

The shuddering, black nights, like the sun, were never to be seen, trees blew hard against the wind, and roads were empty. As the night fell, dogs barked, and wolves howled. Time ran like morning would never come by. The cold wind blew hard against me as the sun started to rise. Gray clouds covered the sun, and everyone groaned as dead bodies lay an unpleasant sight.

“Another day”, the men sighed, referring to the ongoing war.

“BOoM, bOoM”, bullets dived into the distance, every day repeating the same routine of fighting at war and visiting the graveyard.

Once, while Draco Coopman visited his father at the cemetery, he found an unusual sight; his father was floating above his casket as he looked closer. He had a pure white aroma around him, almost like he was invisible. A cold shudder ran through Draco’s spine, “was this all an illusion?” he thought.

As Draco walked closer for a closer look, he heard a sudden rustle in the bushes. He immediately gripped his weapons tightly. This time, he heard a loud bang from a heavy metal object, and he found himself clutching his guns, ready to shoot; he vastly saw a men figure with dark clothes and heavy weapons. His heart pounding heavily, he stopped and turned back to his dad, only to notice that he had vanished into thin air.

“MWAHAHAHAHA” a loud voice emerged from behind him, “I’ve got you now, don’t move, or you die”, he exclaimed.

“wh-who are you? Draco cried”

“Can't you recognise me, my old friend ?” the voice said evilly. “Now, you repay me for what you’ve done, once and for all..”