I feel drained. Like really drained.. to be honest I don't even know how I got home in my car without somehow crashing into anyone. Did my body just go on auto-pilot? 

Ehh.. whatever...

I turned the engine off and climbed out of the car. The sun had set and the sky was dark. It wasn't completely night yet, it was dim but still light enough that you don't need a flashlight or any external light to see.

Closing the door of the car, I stood there just looking at the two-story house. Paint dirty and fading with smudges of dirt over it like its been splash by a truck that ran over some large dirty pothole full of rain water.

Still, I can't help my legs from shaking. The curtains covering the window somehow not helping like I thought it would. Like somehow the coffin is now so much scarier now that I can't see it.

Dread creeping up to me, keeping me frozen in place as I'm now unsure of what's waiting for me inside. But still what else am I going to do? Stay out here in the cold?

So like a puppet on a string controlled by an amateur puppeteer, I stiffly walked up towards the front door, feeling my heartbeat get louder with each step until it hammers against my chest, leaving me gasping for air.

I placed my forehead against the door for support and stood there for a moment before reaching for the keys in my pocket. I took a deep breath and decided to just get it over with. What ever terrible horrors waiting for me inside. I might as well face it now before my mind conjures any more unpleasant images of what could possibly happen to me.

It's strange as soon as I opened the door, it's like there was a calm energy washing over me. My heart beat slowed and my eyes narrowed as my body poised to deal with whatever was waiting for me.

That's the thing with fight or flight instincts isn't it? You either run or stand your ground. And I'm glad perhaps that deep inside my core, I'm no coward. Despite the fact that this fight is stacked up against me. I'm willing to stand my ground.

I waited for a few seconds standing inside the house just a few metres away from the door.  The darkness blanketed over me covering me within

its greedy embrace.

Nothing.

Nothing was happening. I furrowed my brows in confusion and decided that what ever will come will come. Not like I'm going to get out of here now, I mean whatever is haunting me hasn't killed me so far.

So I switched on the light took my shoes off with trepidation but over all I wasn't quite shaking in my boots. 

I was exhausted mentally and physically and I could hear the loud protest of my stomach wanting to be fed.

I switch the light on the living room and almost shrieked in fear as the chains on the coffin were off. The heavy thick metallic chains slithered dramatically off the ancient wooden surface of the coffin.

"Ummm... yeah.. no." 

I heard myself saying and just decided to turn around and get the hell out of dodge. But I think the strange entity have other plans as the chains shot out like a bullet and wrapped around my ankles tight.

I screamed in surprise and pain as the cold merciless chain held onto me tight and slowly dragged me towards the coffin.

"Fuck!" 

I cursed as I tried to get the infernal chains off me. But I fell off balance and I tried to scramble to my feet but to no avail as the chain slithered across the floor as it steadily dragged me back. 

So I just gave up and laid there, staring at the ceiling as this strange phenomenon is happening.

I was scared of course, absolutely petrified out of my mind but panicking right now will do me no good. So I just waited and hopefully this is not my last moments here on earth.

Which made me think about regrets. Do I have any regrets? 

Definitely.

I have been planing to go fishing at some point this year but looks like I might never get the chance. I've always wanted to revisit that calm refreshing feeling when I went fishing with my dad. 

But after my parents died  I never got to go fishing again. I also wanted to travel, it's not fair that I've only been away to one country. 

I enjoy travelling alone. That strange calmness of going somewhere with an intended destination all by yourself, gives you a strange and interesting perspective and I love it.

The creaking noise of the coffin lid slowly opening snapped me away from my thoughts. The noise reminded of a rusty hinge opening after a long time of unused.

I held my breathe.

A shadowy substance began to pour out from the coffin. I held my breathe. I couldn't help but notice that each breath I exhaled produced a smoky substance and that the temperature in the room has dropped to what felt like -1 degree Celsius.

I was now shivering and the hairs all over my body have now stood up in attention. The light bulb in the room was now flickering violently and the ground was even trembling. Which made me glad that I'm not alone shivering in absolute fear. Metaphorically speaking.

The coffin didn't stop spilling this thick black murky substance that is now covering the floor filling the entire room with its terrifying existence.

I gave up on trying on avoiding the unknown substance as it's physically impossible to avoid it unless I can somehow make myself float in midair.

The dark fluid is thick and gives a resistance when I tried to push the dark shadowy substance away. The weird thing seemed to like my existence as it began to wrapped around the lower half of my body. 

I don't know how to describe how I know that this unknown shadowy substance wasn't bent on hurting me or that it was happy that it could get to feel me. Call it a gut feeling or stupid optimism.

The dark fluid filled the room completely but it didn't behave the way a fluid would. I guess it's a bit stupid trying to compare this unknown thing to water but the point is the surface of it never kept still, there was always a kind of movement brewing just above the surface, twitching and shivering.

"Well what now?" 

I find myself asking out loud. Knuckle propping up my chin as I wondered about when the next terrifying spectacle is about to happen. I also wondered whether the next thing to happen will be enough to stop my heart dead in its tracks because honestly I'm not sure how many more jump scares I can take.

The ancient casket I observed has now noticeably slowed down in spilling out the black viscous fluid and is now slowly trickling down to a stop. The lid now open as wide as it can be.

Footsteps. I could hear footsteps like someone climbing up a set of stairs. And it's coming from inside the coffin.

My heart skipped a beat and I held myself tight while my teeth chattered in fear and also because the temperature dipped once again. I even hoped that the cold would just freeze me to death so I don't have to deal the feeling of absolute horror filling every inch of my senses.

HUE HUE HUE HUE HUE 

I could hear a weird creepy laughter accompanying the footsteps that was steadily getting closer and closer to me. The voice had a strange cadence to its tone, it came with a strange echoey effect that sent shivers down my spine.

The voice seemed familiar to me. Not in the way that I heard it a few days ago. Because I did, although the occurrences were fleeting and hazy. No this voice invoked the deepest of memories that has been hidden within the recesses of my mind. 

Back to when a drunk BMW driver collided my parents car head on clocking a speed of a 100 miles per hour. I remember it so vividly now. Each chimes of her inhumane laughter caused the memory to come clearer to me.

The car came at us quickly and unexpectedly. It hit the side of dad’s blue Peugeot 306 from the drivers side. I gasped out of breathe as the memory of myself barely ten year old sitting at the back seat playing with my toy transformer robots screaming in shock at the sudden collision.

I saw my ten year old self hitting the roof of our car hard, then hitting the side windows; both of them and more than once as the blue car flipped up in the air multiple times, the broken shards of glass windows cutting me up in several places.

It's weird watching your parents death and yours from an outside perspective. I remember it now, the deal I made as a child. The devastating accident that killed my parents, the one that also should have killed me if not for an entity that called itself the goddess of death.

She told me that I can live if I agreed on something.

At that my memory cut short. I clutched my head in pain as my head felt like it was being squeezed like a melon about to burst, almost to the point of blacking out.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Grunting and moaning as the pain was getting worse by the second. My breathing became laboured and desperate.

I lost balance and I could feel myself falling sideways. A cold sensation on my right arm as what felt like a hand gripped my shoulder preventing me from falling.

I felt my body being pulled into the embrace of someon. I felt no fear or alarm as the only thing that was on my mind was the ungodly pain that was squeezing my head. It felt like my brain was slowly turning into mush.

"The seal I placed on your memory is still in effect." 

She whispered quietly, her voice cool and soothing.

I couldn't help but bit my lip in agony drawing blood. 

The strange entity held me in her embrace. I could suddenly feel a cool sensation upon my forehead. The throbbing pain slowly began to dull.

It then began to ebbed away, by the time the pain dissipated completely. I lay there weakly in her arms. I couldn't help but think somewhat comically that I looked like a heroine having been rescued by the male protagonist from a certain disastrous outcome.

"Rest now dear."

I felt her cold lips on my forehead.

My eyes struggled to open but still I tried even when sleep and mental exhaustion threaten to pull me under the lull of sleep of terrible dreams and nightmare.

"Who-.."

"Shsss" 

She whispered again, this time her lips ghosted upon my ear. Her finger caressing face gently.

It's strange to say but I felt a strange comfort within her cold embrace.