I felt a bone chilling cold engulf me, it was like pure torture, after being burnt alive in an inferno, i was then thrown into an ice chamber.
After a long time, I tried openings my eyes to see where I was, slowly but surely I forced them open, But what greeted me was not a raging endless purgatory but pitch darkness, it was ominous and creepy as the floor I laid on was moist and wet while the haunted whispers that had plagued me became much more prominent as I could piece together bits of what they told, but that wasn't what was on my mind now.....
'Was I in hell?' I thought to myself.
'No, that can't be right.... as I'm not in a sea of flames, but then where was I?'
That's when I got a reply, the whispers could understand me....well read my thoughts. They replied in their nightmarish and ghastly voices.
"Soul...soul...is in the line..."
"The line?" I asked.
Surprisingly my voice wasn't hoarse as I could still talk.
I moved my hands towards my throat only for it to pass right through it to my horror.
I quickly looked down getting a bad premonition and to confirm my suspicion I was currently hovering above the ground.
'....I became a ghost?'
'Now I get why they referred to me as 'Soul' ', I was cut off from my train of thoughts as the ghastly voice replied.
"Yes...yes...soul is in the very thin line or tunnel that separates good from evil...."
'Line?..tunnel?....good...from evil?' I was thought in disbelief, wondering what this had to do with heaven.
"Yes....soul...should follow us down the path...yes...down the path...follow us...follow us.."
"Follow you?, towards where?" I didn't like the sound of them, and I was looking for heaven to meet her not to get lost and trapped in an unsavoury place, since there was no harm in making am enquiry, I decided to ask.
"Excuse me, might the place you're asking me to go to, perhaps be heaven-"
"AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!.....no...no... it's much worse..... don't say it.....say it...no... it's not...AHHHH!!!!"
".....?"
I was confused as the strange haunted voices began to bicker against themselves, until Suddenly a low and ominous rumble sounded.
That was the last thing I heard before I was engulfed by a deafening silence.
I widened my eyes in horror as a black mist formed.
It seamed to be the materialisation of the haunted voices, the mist generated millions of black murky hands rushing in my direction, I was grabbed and pulled backwards down the passage, as they screamed in their wretched voices.
"Mustcatchsoul...bring....him..there...soul..soul..must not escape....bring soul with us!"
I struggled to no avail, when I was about to be drowned in despair, a sudden ray of bright light shown
"KkkKSSSSHHAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!.....burns...hot...Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
A ghastly screech was heared from the haunted mist as it started evaporating into white steam until It finally dispelled.
I stared blankly at the light infront as it didn't seem to cause any damage to me, briefly turning to look at the darkness behind.
Steeling my resolve I mustered all my strength and began to move towards the light, all i knew was that i preferred the warm rays of light than the bone chilling coldness from the darkness.
This went on for a long time, as I felt like I had been hovering for an eternity.
At some points in time I felt like giving up, but struggled onwards due to the fact that the closer I got to the light in front of me, the brighter it became, and the darkness behind shrank.
And so I progressed forward, my energy limitless, was this how vengeful spirits felt?
Forever roaming about with limitless energy out to exact revenge on their instigators and their generations to come....well that is the case for those that do succeed while for those that don't they continue watching them live on, in return slowly eating up their sanity and turning them into mindless evil spirits...
This realisation caused a shiver to run down my spine as I increased my pace, not wanting to end up like that.
I continued my endless journey forward....
'Was this what that Evil ghost referred to as a thin line?....note to self never trust an evil spirit again', I thought annoyed
As I ventured forward,there came a point in which I thought of looking back out of pure curiosity and boredom.
Much like a popular tale 'she' told me and advised I should read on.
If I could remember correctly It was about a certain man's wife who was fleeing from her hometown,and out of a brief spark of curiousity as well as some lingering attachment to her hometown decided to cast a quick glance behind her only to end up as a pillar of salt...
But Sadly to her privilege I wasn't a prior warning not to look back.
And immediately I turned around I was greeted by the sight of a thick black grotesque bulb of flesh and eyeballs.
cold blood shot and killing intent filled eyeballs.
"...?!"