Forsaken souls: nightmare of the dead

“Are you afraid of the dark?” There was a party going on tonight; everyone was excited for the thrill and dangers the host promised us. We were meant to be present and show ourselves with our most attractive attires. Everyone received a letter accompanied by an invitation. It was the perfect excuse to chill and take a rest from all our jobs. It was a custom party. We were asked to choose whatever costume we wanted and wear it for the occasion. “What are you thinking about?” I turned my head to eye a man who studied with me when I was in high school. It felt weird meeting all my classmates. It was surprising for all of us. The invitation had us all coming here in addition to strangers I had never seen; all twenty-two students of the 3-E class. I felt horrible and a sense of foreboding engulfed me; I felt like I shouldn’t have come. “I thought how we came all to the same party; it must have been someone we knew, don’t you think so, Emmanuel?” Emmanuel offered me a glass of wine that he carefully filled. I remembered how my mother warned me to never accept offerings from strangers, that I should keep away from any frightful circumstances. Nevertheless, I accepted his kindness and gulped the content in one go. I felt nervous; I was the only one without a fancy dress or flashy jewellery. I needed to chill. “I heard that the host made this party specifically for you, you must rejoice.” I waited for the host to show up and announce the events of the night, the games he prepared carefully and the excuse to be away from this place. I hated being here. It was comfortless and dreary. As I waited, my vision started turning blurry and darkness engulfed my vision slowly. I wanted to ask Emmanuel what was happening and to catch me before I fall. My surroundings went awry and I fell. The next moment I opened my eyes, my body experienced the pain of a fall and I was in a gloomy warehouse where even the sun couldn’t penetrate its huge walls. [Welcome to the party everyone! This is a party specifically made for the dead. Only by being dead you win.] And a burst of horrendous evil laughter resounded in my ears like the scream of a ghost.