As Cleo dialled for a group call, we saw Derek finally answering. But the relief was short-lived. All we could hear were gruesome cracks and the sound of someone with a high-pitched, inhuman voice muttering chilling words.
"Tasty," the voice whispered, followed by a sickening slurp. "I won't return," the voice growled, filled with malice and hunger. "I will find you all." Cleo's screams filled the call.
As the call abruptly ended, we were left with a haunting image burned into our minds. The image of Derek, torn apart and devoured by a being so terrifying that we couldn't even comprehend its existence.
One night, I received a cryptic email from my friend's account. It contained a single, chilling link: Hereticstopunish.com. A shiver ran down my spine as I recalled the unsettling events that had transpired recently. With trembling hands and a sense of dread, I hesitantly clicked on the link. To my utter horror, the ghastly image that appeared was my friend's distorted face, staring back at me from the depths of the sinister website.
Next day a red-haired guy in an office suit came to me and warned me not to make this story public. But I’m sure, it’s important! We lived in fear, knowing that there are things in this world beyond our understanding. Things that hunger for us, that crave our flesh and our souls. And we can only hope that we never cross paths with them.
From that day on, we lived in fear, knowing that there are things in this world beyond our understanding. Things that hunger for us, that crave our flesh and our souls. And we can only hope that we never cross paths with them.