A Mother's Nightmare

Waking up in cold sweat, body racked with each heaving breath as she sobs in her pillow quietly, tears straining her elderly wrinkled face as she stared into nothingness.

These past few days had been hard on her frail body. Nimbly, as she made her way slowly around the house she ended up in kitchen as she hold a cup of steaming coffee her feeble hands are shaking so bad that the coffee started to spill and then the cup fell on the ground breaking into pieces. She slowly brought up her hands in her face which muffled her sobs.

It's been a week since her only daughter has gone missing and presumably dead but it felt like it was just yesterday. Every night she would have dreams of her talking with her, laughing with her slowly it crumbles away like mirage without its light and the dream turns into something sinister where her daughter is alive asking for help, begging for mercy and then being killed without mercy.

S̴̢̼̭̹̘̹̻̩͍̼̖̯͍͑̏͛̂̇͂͝Á̧̐ͮͤ̃̈̉̑ͥ͟͝҉̴̠̦̳͇̯̭̮̲̞̘ͅV̶̸͓̙̪̮͒̎ͫ̅̅̍͑͂̒͂̍ͥ̾ͦ̕Ȅ̋̒͌ͬͨ̐̄̍̈̎҉͘҉̼̝̺̼̲̦̮̻̮̝̭ ͇̥̮̜͕͎̦̲͇̉̑̓̿̎͛̉̑͘͠ͅH͖̥̜̣̦̼̥̼͐ͪ̂ͤ͒͐̆ͣ͐ͪͮͭ͂̏̍̎̈́E̗͔͙̬̜̜̦͔͍͓̘̺̝͍͍̺̗̽͛̆͂̊̏̈́̄ͥ͊͜͞ͅR̶̴̸͔̙̺̣͓̤͕͕̪͆̉ͫ̏͐̔̌̓ͧ͗̔̊ͧ̒͑

S̴̢̼̭̹̘̹̻̩͍̼̖̯͍͑̏͛̂̇͂͝Á̧̐ͮͤ̃̈̉̑ͥ͟͝҉̴̠̦̳͇̯̭̮̲̞̘ͅV̶̸͓̙̪̮͒̎ͫ̅̅̍͑͂̒͂̍ͥ̾ͦ̕Ȅ̋̒͌ͬͨ̐̄̍̈̎҉͘҉̼̝̺̼̲̦̮̻̮̝̭ ͇̥̮̜͕͎̦̲͇̉̑̓̿̎͛̉̑͘͠ͅH̛͐ͪ̂ͤ͒͐̆ͣ͐ͪͮͭ͂̏̍̎̈́͠͏̺͕̮̝͕͈͖̥̜̣̦̼̥̼E̗͔͙̬̜̜̦͔͍͓̘̺̝͍͍̺̗̽͛̆͂̊̏̈́̄ͥ͊͜͞ͅR̶̴̸͔̙̺̣͓̤͕͕͆̉ͫ̏͐̔̌̓ͧ͗̔̊ͧ̒͑

S̴̢̼̭̹̘̹̻̩͍̼̖̯͍͑̏͛̂̇͂͝Á̧̐ͮͤ̃̈̉̑ͥ͟͝҉̴̠̦̳͇̯̭̮̲̞̘ͅV̶̸͓̙̪̮͒̎ͫ̅̅̍͑͂̒͂̍ͥ̾ͦ̕Ȅ̋̒͌ͬͨ̐̄̍̈̎҉͘҉̼̝̺̼̲̦̮̻̮̝̭ ͇̥̮̜͕͎̦̲͇̉̑̓̿̎͛̉̑͘͠ͅH̛͐ͪ̂ͤ͒͐̆ͣ͐ͪͮͭ͂̏̍̎̈́͠͏̺͕̮̝͕͈͖̥̜̣̦̼̥̼E̗͔͙̬̜̜̦͔͍͓̘̺̝͍͍̺̗̽͛̆͂̊̏̈́̄ͥ͊͜͞ͅR̶̴̸͔̙̺̣͓̤͕͕̪͆̉ͫ̏͐̔̌̓ͧ͗̔̊ͧ̒͑

Opening her eyes in a unfamiliar place she can't help but feel constricted as she flail her feeble arms bruised by her captors, finding out she was in a casket. She punched, scratched to her utter horror she can't push the coffin lid off. Her futile horrified screams for help were unheard, slowly the air seem too thin to breathe, slowly her frantic movements stopped and she started to lose consciousness.

H̶̪̰̦̳̭̀̊̄̇̾̀̏̀͝͝E̸̡̝̠̞̺͎̍͘L̶̼̬̪̱͖̚̚͜P̷͇͒̐̒̕͝ ̸̪̖͓̞̩̀̄̓͋͗ͅM̸̖̬̳̖͔̦̓͒͋͌̈́̏̾̌Ë̷̝́̌͂͝ ̷̪̪͇̱̫͎͐́̋́́̿́͘M̸̮͈̩̔͂̍O̴̧̨̟͋̈́͋M̵̡̨̱̺̝͈̺̘̙͔̂͆͂̆̋̈́

̵̲̜͉̩̪̭̯̐̀͑͆͌͗M̵͈̥͉̳̜̼̄̿̾̇͒̀̅̓O̷͙̬̒̌M̶̼̯͖̲̞͊͑̇̏͑͜͜͠ͅͅM̶̨̦͈͉̝̹͙̂̓Ǒ̷̧͍̹̹͉̺̰͑́͆͆͐̈́͘M̵̺̦̠̹̦̬͇̩͂̂̎̂̈́M̷̡̺͙̌̓͒̂̈́̃̽O̴̺̙̰͂͘M̸̧̝͈̗̖̦̟̱͑̽O̵͉̻̙̟͌̍̀̿̽M̵̰̗̫̌̀̉̄̔͗̄̅͘͝M̴̠̰͗Ỏ̵̹̳̖͉̯̩͈̏͐̈́͌̌̀͑̿M̵̡̭̝̼͎̱̜͖̌́̊̒̈͘

She begged, she kneeled to the one with powers to look for her beloved daughter but who would believe a raving lunatic like her claiming her daughter is still

alive, but she knows

̴̭͚͌͝Ș̴̢̛̻̪͇̻̗͚͗̾̂͐͛H̵̯̝͈͔̜͖̪̝͛̉͛̓̇̎̏͘͠ͅÊ̶̥̩̽ ̷͍̳̀̃̕̚Ķ̵̳̰̬̥̟͉̟͎͆̀͆̿͒͂̐͝N̸̨̢̡̫͚͙̥̓̔̉̐Ȯ̵̺͙̞̻͖̈͆̀́͋͋͋͝ͅW̸̡̨͉̯͔͗͌͂͂S̸͕̣̥̳̄̈́̌͒́͐̚͝

She dreamed of it, she felt it in every fiber of her being she's alive. They didn't know, they haven't felt it a plight of a mother for her daughter's life.

̴̭͚͌͝Ș̴̢̛̻̪͇̻̗͚͗̾̂͐͛H̵̯̝͈͔̜͖̪̝͛̉͛̓̇̎̏͘͠ͅÊ̶̥̩̽ ̷͍̳̀̃̕̚Ķ̵̳̰̬̥̟͉̟͎͆̀͆̿͒͂̐͝N̸̨̢̡̫͚͙̥̓̔̉̐Ȯ̵̺͙̞̻͖̈͆̀́͋͋͋͝ͅW̸̡̨͉̯͔͗͌͂͂S̸͕̣̥̳̄̈́̌͒́͐̚͝ Ȯ̷͙͔̝̙͚̭͔̠̀͂̿͂͗̋̎F̸̨̢̮͔̼͙̳͈̹̞̍̉͒̄C̷̽̿͐͐̍̂͜͠O̶̪͈͉̓̒̎̏͆Ü̸̟̳̟̭͍̺R̴̬̝̰̣͎̔͂̃̔̚̚͜͜͜͠ͅȘ̸̫͕̺͙͕̐͆͑̽̒ͅE̵̡͍̣̖̔́̆ ̶̲̳͙̮̠͇͎̖̙̐́̈́̃͋̔̚͠͝Ş̴̡̥̩̲͍̦̠͖͊̓̉̃H̴̹̩̄̉͌̏́̈͘̕̚͝E̷̼͍͎̗̬͐̈́̍̽ ̷̨͎̜̬̘̠̓̀̌̂̑̃͘͘͝͝ͅK̶̡̛͖͈̬͔͔̗͒̉̋́͂̽͗͠N̵̲͈̤͎̘͂̋̊́̕Ö̴͕̩̔͂̾̌̕͝W̶͓̾̆͐̉S̶̢̭̰͍̱̠͇̖̥̰̃

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Her daughter's face haunted her once pleasant dreams, crying asking for help, begging for mercy while those vile, those inhuman beings touched her daughter, abused her daughter.

H̶̪̰̦̳̭̀̊̄̇̾̀̏̀͝͝E̸̡̝̠̞̺͎̍͘L̶̼̬̪̱͖̚̚͜P̷͇͒̐̒̕͝ ̸̪̖͓̞̩̀̄̓͋͗ͅM̸̖̬̳̖͔̦̓͒͋͌̈́̏̾̌Ë̷̝́̌͂͝ ̷̪̪͇̱̫͎͐́̋́́̿́͘M̸̮͈̩̔͂̍O̴̧̨̟͋̈́͋M̵̡̨̱̺̝͈̺̘̙͔̂͆͂̆̋̈́

̵̲̜͉̩̪̭̯̐̀͑͆͌͗M̵͈̥͉̳̜̼̄̿̾̇͒̀̅̓O̷͙̬̒̌M̶̼̯͖̲̞͊͑̇̏͑͜͜͠ͅͅM̶̨̦͈͉̝̹͙̂̓Ǒ̷̧͍̹̹͉̺̰͑́͆͆͐̈́͘M̵̺̦̠̹̦̬͇̩͂̂̎̂̈́M̷̡̺͙̌̓͒̂̈́̃̽O̴̺̙̰͂͘M̸̧̝͈̗̖̦̟̱͑̽O̵͉̻̙̟͌̍̀̿̽M̵̰̗̫̌̀̉̄̔͗̄̅͘͝M̴̠̰͗Ỏ̵̹̳̖͉̯̩͈̏͐̈́͌̌̀͑̿M̵̡̭̝̼͎̱̜̌́̊̒̈͘

But now it's too late they found her body. It was buried on some abandoned house, the casket was shallowly buried that the foul odor seeps through it. Among the other serious injuries, her daughter died because of asphyxiation. Oh! Her beloved daughter died a slow painful death.

D̵̡̧̗̦̪̳̙̩̘̫̅̈͂͒̎̇͌̕Ẽ̸̳̪̥̓̋̈́̽͘A̶̲̦̙̎͆͂̚D̵̨͖̿̀͋̑͐̓͠͝͠D̶̨͈̙̓̂̉̂̌̍̀͛Ę̷̥̰̙̓̽A̸̰̠̽̐̊͂͆͐̽͌̕̚ͅḐ̴̡̟̣̙̏͆͐̈́̔͘͝Ḓ̶̡̢̧̨͈̤͎͙̄̎̀͊̕Ë̶̙̩̞̪̖̟͑̏̆̈̄A̷͚̖͇̞̖̽̂̇̎͐́̓̈́D̶̙͓̻͌̄̑̒̚͠Ḑ̸̬̜͊̉̈́̍E̸̬̞̟͍̱̎̈̈́̃̓͊̀͊͘͠À̷̗͕̘̱̬́͆̕D̴̤͔̀̈́͠

Just thinking of it makes her limbs wobbly as if she was about to faint. It felt as if she just died, how she wished she was the one who died the one who suffered. And then she was furious she wanted them to pay, to pay for what they've done.

K̷̥̳͍̝̙͎̟͖͐͋̉̿̐̿̎̌̅Ì̷̡̥̖̘̖̲́͋͂̋̾͛̚L̵̢̙̳͚͙̳͑L̴̢̛̛̠̱̪̥̩̤̬̠̐͐̍̎͐̌́͘K̶̮̜̪̏̉̎͂̈́Ȉ̸̡̢͙̟͓͊͑̇̓̕Ḷ̴̳̟̪̽̍̐̃ͅḺ̷̢̨̙̺̹̗̘̦̙̑̓̄͂́̊̉K̷̢̛̓̊̑I̶̝͍̾̈́̎͗̉̓̒̈́̇̚L̷͎̰̮̏̔̐͒̎̓̈͊͊L̵̢̨̧̹̘̖͉̦̈́̎K̸̡̢̡̺͖͉̹̩͖͉̈̑̑̍I̴͉̦͙̖͛͋̈́̈́̕L̶̨͓̼͓͚͋̈́̕͝ͅḶ̴͚̹͍̦̳͕̰̂̾̇̌͋̓K̸̭̣͉̄I̵̢̪͚͓̗̞̘̜̼̫̾͌̎L̵͈̙̰͂̀L̶̲͉̗̩͍̟̿

They killed her mutilated her, pillaging her dignity. Her poor kind daughter slaughtered by those pigs. She will kill them make them feel the helplessness her daughter felt. The misery her daughter felt when she was buried alive, screaming until she can't take another breath, fingers disfigured from frantic scratching, face forever marred with terror she endured knowing nobody can save her. She felt as if she was going crazy if she didn't kill them those vile beings which took her daughter. They will feel it, she will make them pay.

K̵̞͈͖̣̣̯͕̒͗̏͆͒͘͝͝͠Į̵̲̯̟̰̲̘̻̤̬̑͐́̓̿͂͗͌L̴̢̡̘͔̥̓L̵̨̹̭̜͙̤̈̚ͅ ̶̡̳͔̳̞̌̃͌̑̿͗̅̽͒͠T̴̬̼̾̀̋͛͑͆H̵̨̻̻̆̑̄̃ͅÈ̷͔͙͚̬̖͙̜̻M̷͔̎̈́̾̂̏́̕

K̵̞͈͖̣̣̯͕̒͗̏͆͒͘͝͝͠Į̵̲̯̟̰̲̘̻̤̬̑͐́̓̿͂͗͌L̴̢̡̘͔̥̓L̵̨̹̭̜͙̤̈̚ͅ ̶̡̳͔̳̞̌̃͌̑̿͗̅̽͒͠T̴̬̼̾̀̋͛͑͆H̵̨̻̻̆̑̄̃ͅÈ̷͔͙͚̬̖͙̜̻M̷̎̈́̾̂̏́̕

Ṃ̷̧̨̛͎̫̠̭̘̱̈̿̓̑̚̚͠A̶̛͉͈͐̆̍̇̅͌̒͜K̶̘̰̼͕̤̻̄̊̾Ẽ̵̯̏̐̿̃̀ ̷̢̛̖̰̝͗͗̊͒̇̿̑̑͝T̴͚͈̱̰͒̃H̸̨̤̫͈̳̦͒̅ͅE̵̡̥͓͙͔̰̼̼͂́M̶̖̞̫͕̪̲͊̊͠ ̴̠̺̜͂͋̂̈ͅS̸̥̭͔̭̄̓̄̏́Ù̶̑͐̓̄͗́̃͗̽ͅF̸͆̀͊̋̎͂͘͜F̸͚̣͍̠̱̖͈͐̃̈̓̆̂̕͘͠ͅË̶̡̥̗͇̼́͌̐̃͜͝R̶̭̬͆͐̒̂̄̅̀

Ṃ̷̧̨̛͎̫̠̭̘̱̈̿̓̑̚̚͠A̶̛͉͈͐̆̍̇̅͌̒͜K̶̘̰̼͕̤̻̄̊̾Ẽ̵̯̏̐̿̃̀ ̷̢̛̖̰̝͗͗̊͒̇̿̑̑͝T̴͚͈̱̰͒̃H̸̨̤̫͈̳̦͒̅ͅE̵̡̥͓͙͔̰̼̼͂́M̶̖̞̫͕̪̲͊̊͠ ̴̠̺̜͂͋̂̈ͅS̸̥̭͔̭̄̓̄̏́Ù̶̑͐̓̄͗́̃͗̽ͅF̸͆̀͊̋̎͂͘͜F̸͚̣͍̠̱̖͈͐̃̈̓̆̂̕͘͠ͅË̶̡̥̗͇̼́͌̐̃͜͝R̶̭̬͔͆͐̒̂̄̅̀

Once peaceful night turned into a carnage caused by loathful human her face filled with malicious glee as she turned their flesh inside out with her wrath painting the surrounding walls with different hues of red, they're in so much agony but no one can hear their muted pleas. She laughed, she cried and she killed but it can't take the emptiness she felt when her daughter died.

N̷̢̮̞͔̥̦̱̋͑̓̔͋̇͝O̸̢͚͍͋́̈́̍́̏̓̽̕ ̶̮̜̹́̓͌̈́͘M̴̗͈͕͖̻̗̈́͒̉̉̾̃͊̀͘E̶̻̭̼̘̱̲̱̘̥̳̓R̸̛̘̦͊̂̓̅̈́̂͘̚͘C̶̹̖͙̏͆̆̂̊͝Y̴̭͚̟̤̫̫͍̌̈̉̏͘ͅ ̶͉̠͖̖̣̲̏͜F̴̳̟͎̙̟͖̥͈̟̀͊̍O̷͉̹̬͔̅̅̅́͆͠R̶̨̧̜̜̳͚̯͔̮͗̊̈̈́̌́̐̀̚͝ ̸̟͖͎͉̳̻̀͆ͅS̸͙̕͠I̶͔̭̭̹̅N̸͖̎N̷͇͉̦͛̀̑̈́̂̄̄͘ͅͅȨ̶̛͈̼̓̏͌̈̍͑̅͗͠R̴̨͈̮͚̫͍̮̟̟͗͑͑̚S̶̨͎̻͓̫̰̪̗̱̒̍͒̽̽̍̌̿̀̚

N̷̢̮̞͔̥̦̱̋͑̓̔͋̇͝O̸̢͚͍͋́̈́̍́̏̓̽̕ ̶̮̜̹́̓͌̈́͘M̴̗͈͕͖̻̗̈́͒̉̉̾̃͊̀͘E̶̻̭̼̘̱̲̱̘̥̳̓R̸̛̘̦͊̂̓̅̈́̂͘̚͘C̶̹̖͙̏͆̆̂̊͝Y̴̭͚̟̤̫̫͍̌̈̉̏͘ͅ ̶͉̠͖̖̣̲̏͜F̴̳̟͎̙̟͖̥͈̟̀͊̍O̷͉̹̬͔̅̅̅́͆͠R̶̨̧̜̜̳͚̯͔̮͗̊̈̈́̌́̐̀̚͝ ̸̟͖͎͉̳̻̀͆ͅS̸͙̕͠I̶͔̭̭̹̅N̸͖̎N̷͇͉̦͛̀̑̈́̂̄̄͘ͅͅȨ̶̛͈̼̓̏͌̈̍͑̅͗͠R̴̨͈̮͚̫͍̮̟̟͗͑͑̚S̶̨͎̻͓̫̰̪̗̱̒̍͒̽̽̍̌̿̀̚

One sunny morning a police officer was on duty he was on the station for 72 hours accompanied by a mug of black coffee he took solace on not having accidents or any emergencies while on duty, when a call came, a complaint about a putrid smell coming from a house which has been abandoned a long time ago. He considers it for a moment but with nothing else better to do in the station but to sit there all day as he made his way to the car while whistling maybe it was just some dead critters anyway there's no need to be wary. Upon opening the said house door the stench of death and decay overwhelmed his senses he looked in the living room and found three dead bodies which is grotesquely mutilated on the floor and one body sitting serenely in a couch upon a closer look it was a old woman her lips upturned in a peaceful smile while sleeping in death's arms.

"A mother's love is unconditional"