Gothic Short Stories

Immersed in a labyrinth of timbers sat a house. Not a soul dared to venture near the decaying exterior, but the one who claimed the eerie dwelling as their own. Some accused the owner of witchcraft, believing a home that demented could not exist without the aid of the supernatural. Most were too petrified to believe in such fantasy, blaming the lethargy and peculiarities of the resident for such an abomination of a home.

Surrounding trees snaked from the soil into the arms of the obscure sky, the serrated wood conceiving faces in agony. The individuals fond of superstitions would whisper to you that the trees were actually in pain, mustering up noises enough to rupture the eardrums. Not a blade of green grass or life, for that matter, grew

More ideas of harm had slithered their sly way into my thoughts. I cackled again, louder this time. And again, and again, with each increasing in volume. Tears rolled down my cheek as my stomach scrunched, my legs in the air like a cockroach.

Crazy had officially struck me in that very moment. From the deepest portions of my soul I knew it to be real. My thoughts that never availed, their scheming ways had tricked me. I, the victim, fell head over heels for the ploy, completely unaware of my brain’s deception.

A large-scale famine transpired inside my mind’s many lands. My thoughts were ravenous and thirsting. The mental stability crop had perished due to the looming jaws of the instability animal. The famine wouldn’t cease. It obliterated any surviving shard of sanity I previously had. Now, my thoughts operated on pure pandemonium. In simpler words: insanity.

Day after day a persisting dispute fooled around in my intellect. To try to believe the dove incident or to blame my organ clearly incapable of actually thinking; I was unable to decide. It pirouetted through my crevices, a type of waltz: up and down, tearing at their irreplaceable rationality. My hands gripped my hair in fury, as if to say stop. It was my eternal inferno, burning just to view my personal