What is a myth? A whispered tale of ancient terrors, a shadowy narrative that crawls beneath the skin of reality. It is a dark reflection of humanity's deepest fears, a twisted echo of forgotten truths. They are the unspoken stories of what lurks beyond the edge of sanity, the forbidden knowledge that drives mortals to madness. They are the monsters under the bed, the demons in the dark, and the nameless horrors that haunt our dreams.
The girl was in shock. She could not process what she just saw. She stood silent on the very spot for the next hour.
Someone knocked on the door. The girl stood there only. The knocking continued for a few more minutes and then there was a sound of a bang. A policeman came and saw the girl standing still, watching the blood-stained dead body of her grandma.
The policeman grabbed the girl and asked, “What happened? Why aren’t you responding?”
The girl stood still. The maid came and asked in a terrified voice, “What happened? I was knocking on the door but no one responded. I tried calling but no one picked up the call. I called the local police when all means of communication failed.”
The police took the girl to the police station.
At the police station, the girl sat on the chair and didn’t say anything. A policeman came inside a room and sat in front of the girl. The girl looked at the policeman.
The policeman leaned forward, his face half-shadowed by the flickering light above.
“I need you to talk. Your grandmother is dead and there was blood everywhere. The doctor says it looks like internal rupture.”
The girl’s lips trembled, but no sound came. In her mind, she could see the red face smiling. She could feel it behind the policeman’s chair, just out of sight, waiting. Her hands clenched the edge of the metal table.
“I saw it,” she finally whispered, “Red face. It took her life.”
The policeman sighed, “Red face? There was no evidence of anyone else in the house. No footprints, no forced entry. The door was locked from inside. You were the only one there.”
The girl’s eyes darted to the corner of the interrogation room. For a split second, she saw it again, not fully formed, just the dripping grin floating in the shadows where the light didn’t reach. It whispered something in a language that made her stomach twist.
She screamed and there was blackness in front of her eyes.
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