Four Short Stories of Suspense

1) Belly of Abyss

A gray form stood beside him.

"Angus?" it said.

"A delay will not help me, I'm the only way to death, and perhaps also for you peace, follow me!" Said the grass by mass.

And result, he followed him into the deep dark city of Caracas, and he looked about as he followed, finally, it was fully night, and they were on an airplane, or at least he was, the jungle near from Angel Falls; night, it was closed throughout the country, and there was a noise is a major water before the plane landed, it was the Great Falls, and within the following day, he found himself standing on the cliff of their , Angel Falls, peering below it, as are all other sounds. Then the gray mass appeared again led to Angus, it was as if-up to this point, he was in a trance. And Angus, stood at the edge of the cliff, a foot away from the fierce winds as grinding teeth.

"Angus, it's me," said the gray mass, the eyes and ears and a wolf-like configuration,

"I love the Death, a man of love can be many things, but I dreaded life as a physical person, it made me shiver, I think I was always ask when and where it would be death, now I'm in his system, the substance that his Existence, the nights are no longer refrigerated, nor do I get Drenched with rain, and if the chasm, or the Caves, or a way into them closely too narrow for a physical to go, and if it grows darker, I simply nevertheless go ahead, I'm not smoldered from her, "the gray mass and growled, and Angus, the question of who and what they was.

Then in the Venezuelan sun on the top of Angel Falls, Angus fumbled a way, and he fell, his head dizzy reeking under this spirit that he create a backup copy, slid and climbed, trying to cling to the airless is that it only be seen, whose strength was waning not avail.

"Come to the abyss with me if You can find your way out, I will give you everything you ask, there and let me back you, I have permission from a Hell, Lord, use your soul, as I like. Verily, you are a man whose dark canyon is in your mind, your dreams, I will rip a weak strip of sky, and make all your dreams possible. We are brothers, as we once were. "

Then it fell to him, it was his brother who died in the was several years ago, committed suicide, but he would not disclose this further.

At that every moment that the great walls of the falls quivered and echoed,

"grave of the moment," he said to Angus, Satan has his tongue on fire . "

And Angus, saw strange things in the sky, shadows flew all over the rocks and waterfalls, among them, and left a trail of smoke followed them, stones and plunged into the waterway below the falls, and the gray mass geschleudert itself over the cliff, and with its powerful claws, he slowly climbed back, which falls in physical form, he had changed form, turned into a manta core.

Now there was a need for Angus to be bold, if not rapidly, and both would be to his advantage, the gray mass that had turned into a manta-core, the head of a wild man, and the body of a lion and a tail with spikes in them, and it was physical, and he peered over the edge of the falls, without consideration, he came forward, Angus, all hope is lost: it should not be followed him in the first place, now before him was a deadly creature, the heat and stench of hell him.

The followed creature mentally summons him to jump, so He ripped from its paws. At this point, Angus a strength in his heart, and body, and jumped on the side of the cliff, on a slender tree, a tree is from the side of the mountain, which is a very, that harbored the falls, but the body of the large core Manta, towers over him, and with his legs stretched out, fluctuated top of the tree, was pale Angus' face, and then heaved the animal to the tree as he fell and turned his form back into the gray slime, he was, and Angus fell to his death, an injection-hundred times as he dropped 3000-Fae to the bottom of the trough, stabbed by sharp stones and branches from trees and bushes, and he fell in below the mud after his death, and he went into the belly of the abyss, and when he awoke, there was his brother, waiting.

Written 10-18-2008, at home, in the evening

2) In a Birdless Sky
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(WWI, France)

Chapter One
� Facing
Death

When will be easier to die than live, it is easier to your enemies, so calm with calm, even under the harshest conditions, there is everything else, it means very little.

With a mud covered face gasping, the beguiled Its three Years in a war, one he never understood, in a country that was alien to him in a ditch, he has never been excavated, only lived in, ate in, in paced, sweating from walking in the forehead, soot to him from waist down, creatures and spiders and disease seeped along the ditches, trenches, he never thought he would call home.

He thought, now in a corner of the trench, in a hollow even on guard duty to ensure the quiet and lonely spot until morning, he thought, looking at a permanent German, erect, looking eye to eye with him, as he peered over its edge, he thought, with regard to the death on that instant (twilight seeping in between the disappearing tag ) Said to himself, looks into the eyes of the German, perhaps a minute or two,

"Look here, we are both armed, a few meters apart (somewhat) you have a gun, and I have a Pistol, both with the objective to another, somewhere, Does it matter where you must die. But it does not necessarily have to be here and now. "

Chapter Two
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Bullet

It would simply just a point to stop what he was paid to do by the British-trained to do, has overseas by the Americans to Europe to do, and especially since orders of a French colonel, and a U.S. Command Sergeant Major to do to kill Germans. Only one would point him out of the Doughboy war, the war business for good.

He, Corporal Anthony, did not even have his helmet on, he dismissed it long ago, hours, that is, long time ago for him: it In its way, while lying on the wet, damp walls of muddy trench.

An hours, he thought,

"I wonder what the colonel would say if he found me without my helmet on, or perhaps the Sergeant-Major "Then his second idea was

" The Colonel and Sergeant-Major, and their surroundings, would never be caught in such a position, as in this dirty, smelly and muddy ditch, it is like to say, Satan would never be found in the pits of hell, for what, even if it is his own choices, he has changed his puppets, they can do the dirty work.'s very likely that they, the colonel and his clan to drink rum and cola, smoking cigars and eyeing up young French girl, in its cathedral-like, the underground, so sure, a thousand bombs would not penetrate it (he saw it once and only once, soil and clay wooden beams and thick wide, with six-Fae of cement, encased around him to the shocks). "

" No. .., "he said," You would never find them here, "and in three long years, he had never been an exception when it a photo shoot, and then she stood tall and bravely with the other soldiers cleaned up, the doughboys, and a week later read about their achievements in international newspapers, all with beautiful pictures and records formulated, said that more than victory on hand, the glory that the medals be awarded after battle.

Chapter the last big three
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a bird less Sky

There the German peered overhead, upright like a crane, looking down, rifle in hand, is targeted: it must have been a minute or two, they stared into each others eyes (somewhere, an MAI have thought, had a thought that they were indubitable brothers, at first glance, she got a chance to have under different circumstances, that is: neither of them were stupid enough to have heard the drums of War, and followed for fame or treasure what they wanted, maybe they both deserved to die for them, for the war, it's all part of the anarchist youth),

The German, perhaps in the same age of Corporal Anthony, the same rank, perhaps even the same ancestry, looked scared as he stood rigidly looking into the face of the other (Anton lurking in his face), both open to the German in a rush, thoughts disappear, vanish ... in a birdless sky, vanishing point, gone ... Two spheres meet their targets, an echo, as if in a four auditorium.

Chapter
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Death

Downward, he calmly without haste, Corporal Anthony, went back into his grave like mud, dirt, his dugout, now dressed in death.

Off balance, the English aimlessly trying to keep his legs straight, in anger he tried to pull his - Body back from the backward, with a final push himself to draw, then he comes rearwards vergraert, immobile and now he saw the sky birdless what he would have thought it was already too late to save a Fading prayer.

When the colonel saw him, saw Corporal Anthony, the next morning, he was all cleaned up (the body was to him), there he stood alongside Corporal Anthony, a photo-shooting took place, the colonel's face was empty of expression, nor angry words came from when the movie camera was in motion, "He is a metal for his courage," he told the media that several Standing on. There was no exhaustion in his face, not the same as that under Anthony's, not even fear, recognized only old records, which consist of a tongue without hair, words that provoke revenge and steadfastness. Then he went to the Sergeant-Major, in the cathedral-room.

Written 10-18-2008, inv Huancayo, Peru, in the Mamma Mia Cafe, in El Tambo: inspirited something from my grandfather in the First World War, Anton Siluk , Born 1891, died in 1974, dedicated to his memory and his war.

3) shooting Painted Horses
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(A Short Story on treason-1820, along the Mississippi)

Chapter One
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Mississippi

The Along the cliffs were all painted with horses, so they opt for Nelly de la Cruz, there was no trace of neither they, nor any evidence of her husband, who was with you two were dead, shot by smugglers.

By and by which they are found, but for now she had escaped the pirates who scanned the upper (northern part of the central region) of the Mississippi are waiting in caves and crevices and caves, and then as sharks, in Form of canoes, rowing boats or barges, they would, if not in the country and horse (gallop to their prey), they would quickly overwhelm the innocent, shanghaiing anyone and everyone, for rape, the sale, extortion, or what & # 39; re profit they would bring, it was treasure they were after, they called themselves the Drake clan or going after their leader Terrance Adam Drake, and there were twenty of them (Pirates of the Mississippi, in the years 1810 to 1824),

But today was different, their approach on two escaped their attacks, rarely done, and the opportunities that are in secret, as they were rarely achieved, but the patches of morning fog had only allowed this - Waterside were hard to identify, Misty, as was the houseboat, a source of inconvenience for the Pirates, thick white patches of fog, drifting from one side of the river to the other. But soon would prevail.

They task of the family group with Nelly de la Cruz and her husband, Mauricio, who came down on a houseboat all eight of them, was told by Sam Nelson, the upper Minnesota:

"do not dare go anywhere beyond Pig's Eye Point, along the shore you could be cut off from pirates, make sure you rent some weapons, good shooters on the way somewhere, so you want to be taken captive for ransom by pirates. "

But rented weapons cost money, And of course they do not listen to Sam, prefers to beat from the river, and hold their cargo on board, and slowly it went: "Sam, was right," Nelly's husband would say, briefly before they jumped into the river to escape, find a place just as they wish, and hide until the danger was over.

Seven canoes, with painted faces to cover their identity, white men presentation Indians (the pirates), in canoes they had surrounded, shooting, not the prisoners, so that all would die, but the two.

They, the pirates had a clock in the cliffs of what was called the "Cliffs of Painted Horses." The ancient Indians had the horses painted on the cliffs hundreds of years before, and you could see with the naked eye, while they are approaching the Mississippi, when actually knew the spot and were looking for her. There are dozens of places between the Painted Cliffs of horses, and others, which means rock art, on cliffs and rocks along the Mississippi, but most were hidden, where people on a boat could see them safely enough.

Chapter Two
� The cave by
, Painted Horses

There was a narrow opening between two cliffs, near Painted Horses, Mauricio and crept between them, hiding from the pirates, comes from off with the booty they had from the houseboat to the search for him and his wife, especially his wife, for their personal pleasure, because she had an insight into their beauty, form and adoration that immediately and continued deep into their sensual brain, such as flags waving in the wind ( especially for those Keystone, a young sensual, bloodthirsty pirates and held to it embedded in every inch of his solemn mental vault of what he would do to them once captured), when I say it, the Pirates had seen her before she jumped into the river behind her man, who jumped from the boat, without even tell her to follow, they simply followed his tracks nonetheless.

Behind the angle of the best he could see the entrance of the cave called "Painted Horses," the pirates were shooting at his wife who are in the cave, and Keystone, the followers her.

By broadly as we can see, at this point, he had to let her care for themselves, their abandoned. She had on him, had lowered her eyes, her forehead, her head just a moment as they ran from the pirates, and if they brought it up to the level where they saw the cave she would, he disappeared, they think he went into the cave, where else could he have gone, she thought immediately, he said no word, not a single word to distract her from solitary walk that legendary cave, the cave known as the maze, the maze of caves along the Mississippi, that is the reason why the clan shot at Nelly, and let bygones thereafter, Keystone and let them hunt in a habitat where wild birds scream would not dare enter, ideally suited to a pirate with less sensual intentions, to graten part, the smuggling had become what they are, as the man they felt for drowned.

Chapter he Three
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Inside the Cave of the Painted Horses

She had run inside the cave, the fog kept coming in frequent belt, seeping along the floor of the cave where the pirates Keystone could not follow her, he has a fork input, Nelly another, as it is called in for her husband echoes that are never answered, and then came sunset, one can not see, but thought it must be for them to run, and then went in possession of the hand against the damp walls of the cave to support in its next crawl to erect.

Everything was near indistinguishable in the cave, their eyes slightly adapted, but it was not easy, and an entrance to another, and they could hear the echoes of the pirate voice, not her husband, and then she knew he had abandoned them, they wanted to believe, was probably that of confusion, he did what he did, but she knew now that he was, at one point they were both within-earshot earshot of the oral negotiations and another he did not mention to her, but here the sensuous, young pirate, did what they felt a replacement. To proclaim that his voice was eager dangerous went to a plea for them to get together to find a way out, they figured, sooner or later they would encounter another, what then? was the question that they die earlier, and that would be settled.

The paths were endless, and the young man's voice was always behind her, either before it or on the sides of her, but not far from her. Your instincts always sharper, they knew they would meet some four crosswalk.

Chapter
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Mauricio's Escape

Mauricio looked into the cave, the next morning, it was dark, the fog lifted, the pirates gone. He saw Nelly enter him, and he saw the pirates enter it, his long knife hidden in his belt, a woodened looking pistol in his hand, a bandana around his forehead, paint on his cheeks, chin and around his eyes. He was terrified of the picture he had just formed, and said not a word in the mother cave; costly care he step back from the entrance, satisfied that he would not be on him, he felt no sense to keep around - they There was no insight that he had done his duty as best he could, his attitude during the crisis earlier this dominance has been established that unconsciously more desirable for the rescue itself, not always shot dead as rescue his wife and himself, and maybe get into the recording process in which that would not somebody something good, so he convinced himself, and thus, they would have to do the same thing, and not as an evil overhung hard for his deliberate wrong, nor has a rude wall of shame for the task at his wife not at this time, there was a parallel, he felt, said: "... they ran one way, I ran another ..." but of course it was not so, was it?

He found himself climbing up the cliff then once on the edge of the cliff, to throw caution to the front, he peered through it once and for all, then ran into the forest, all in fair weather, he ran up to his head got dizzy, an old Women's Fund him on the ground, took him into their home, as if he were their child, or rather, a stray cat, in a small town let-deep in the woods,

Over time, he would hear after every sunset, wake up when sleeping, Startled by a voice behind him, it was always Nelly's voice calls out: he never said a word in this matter, he lived with the old lady, for eight-year, and thought the matter would be more than with his wife, never mentioning their names. But if ever there is a need to speak, he was, but never did. So after the old lady's death, he tried to end his captain, one he never found, and died two years later from alcoholism, aged thirty-nine: a bloated body, with a liver, the character will not be frostbitten.

Chapter Five
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Nelly and Keystone

There was no end in the cave, its roads, its corners, its inputs, no light, it was now the third day, she heard footsteps, it was his, the Pirate's of silence came a high body over her's, she was at the end of WITS, laying down against the damp walls of the caves, cough, die slowly.

She had on the matter for them, the death was outstanding and he would not find it , But it has its fine, tired and no longer hiding, only with where she was filthy, turned into a prisoner of mother felt his dark cave.

She human hand on her leg, it was the least likely What she expected, she said with a bellow-at this stage of the hunt anyway, "What's wrong with you, we die, we will soon be dead, and you're thinking of sex?"

He had a sack of rum, the belt at his side, oh, just enough to make a person more thirsty, he noted, perhaps a pint, not more, he drank the most, but gave her the last drop of it and said: "This is my contribution," then they grudgingly, as if he was entitled to his prey, and she was there. There they stood for two days with him several times, right up to her death. Then he died twenty Fae found that cold damp passage of her, and would not be found until 1902, when a child would be playing on them to fall through a vulnerability in the upper crust of the earth, a hole through maybe animals, and then, the discovery of their bodies.

Parts written 10-15-2008 and 10-17-2008, Huancayo, Peru.

4) Uamak the Demonic Escape

((part two: "Uamak's Aquatic") ( The Demon's sea, on Iceland))

As the evening progressed, I could see there was no peace in the sea under me, the boat was hardly in sight. I had again a year later to see whether Uamak was still left, where I was him, these demonic beings, by some ancient culture of the past, this monstrous figure was still on the rocks, where I had left him ( forty miles from Reykjavik, Iceland), overlooking the cliff into the sea. So I am destined for the night.

The weather was too Misty, with patches of white mist, drifting toward the coast, with a rising wind, all has me very anxious, especially with fading observations.

From the boat , Lights from the eyes of their skipper Hela (one of the Hell Lords, under the bondage of Satana, the Lord of eternal night, darkness and without hope) had a pack with death, through humor, strength or all souls, if not half souls, as it Uamak, to his personal area, for his personal enjoyment, if not play.

Thus, the lights from his eyes to see, they appeared to strike the number sitting on the rocks, Uamak, strike, as whether him, wrapping him this demonic half-animal, with a penetrating light that paralyzed him, it closed on each side of the demonic beings, from where I could see, and I was on the edge of the cliff, I could see the Ship under me, the inlet, along with the narrow cliffs, extended in midair, where the demon sat on the Titanic is this great rock.

Uamak, saw me and obviously I knew from our last visit, a year ago, if he wanted my second-insight to tell him how his death would be that at that time was in the hands of Hela, it looked like like.

The inlet looked almost as if it is a smugglers' The s. I could hear the water below pulled forward and backward, banging against the hardness of the rocks like a galloping horse, and within a few minutes, I witnessed the ship swing to the shore and rocks below the cliff, it might forget me from a year ago, neither one of us can see the other very close, but both of us than some curious.

Under need to see as this, I lowered by rope, desperate and reckless down to the sea surface of the ship, to see this diabolical provides care in the flesh, when in fact he had meat. Once on the surface, it was rough at best, I stood behind a corner, a wall, stone and clay underneath my Faen the cliff from the back, I had come to sheer nerve and courage, not sure where I put them, but they appeared from nowhere, and here I can now was.

I peered into the boat, the blanket of fog had something, and back into the sea, so that me and the boat, and the granite cliff above stared at another , Clear, visible to the naked eye. Out to sea, I could hear the thundering noise of the waves, as if there were monster demons are waiting for a new soul plucked from earth ground: when you face to face with the strange and dark side of one's own mind is the unthinkable. Now this creature in the boat, started spouting black smoke from his mouth, then came out of the smoke, a hand and it reached me, it reaches beyond its borders definable, my heart beat, as I scanned it, and his strong hand , Together with his eyes like glass, there was little chance indeed, I would leave this place when I was under his spell, and he was waiting.

He has no protection against the storm; obstacles were little offense to him, as to his surroundings, as they try for me. My heart was now pulsing wildly. I was a fact of the many strange incidents in my life, the early and later years, but nothing like this had ever exceeded my brow.

I moves forward to the creature with imperceptible slowness, I have a very brief study of his movements, it has I showed he was no longer just the demonic he is in a trance (the one who asked me a year ago, in his bleak pleading to find a way to free him to inform him of his death, after Death). I noticed Uamak, was out of his trance, I could see him partially peering over the cliff, that his head to the front, I thought the Hell Lord's attention, and he saw that Uamak then, was no longer Search-unconsciously, like a bullet, imitates a anyway, he dashed off, I knew that he would.

Stiff and still as if incased in stone, I stood with both ears to hear the strong winds building, the fury of hell Lord, I expect. He tried to reach an agreement with me and said he would give me his power, for my soul, just name the time, a year ten years, even twenty. But who knows, one's time on earth, maybe I just really had less to live, so he would get the better of the transaction. In any case: Why should I try to power out of control, it is what it offers. For once loses his soul when he has power, why should he not to use them to their limits, no restrictions. I said no, and he was again angry, the first time when he noticed Uamak had gone, now he was losing me.

I knew one thing, and perhaps only one thing that a Christian, and with him I was learning a Christian Its binding declaration of intent to me decreased, and he gently, allowing me to re-climb the rope to safety.

Once at the beginning, I did not see Uamak, and certainly there are good reasons for that he escaped the clutches of by Hela: once and for all.

 

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