The Chill Of The Night.

One Friday night, i was just finishing my last pizza delivery. I usually have a bar i go to for every night for a glass of wine.

I noticed that there was a new bar that had recently opened up, a kilometre away from the usual bar, so i decided to try it out.

After i arrived, I pushed through the entrance door, but the atmosphere was a bit strange. There were only five people inside, and they were all dressed in halloween costumes like vampire, ghost, werewolf, witch and black magician.

I felt really uncomfortable.

I was the only one there dressed normally, and also because Halloween was over two days ago. I was still awkwardly standing there, blocking the entrance, when all of a sudden everyone started looking at me as if I had done something terribly wrong.

I made my move and walked over to the bartender.

The bartender was dressed as the perfect executioner. He said in a cracked rudely voice, "What do you want to sacrifice, blood or flesh". His question was creepy, I assumed it was his way of taking a Halloween order of alcohol.

So I requested to him, "Give me a glass of blood please".

He turned around, grab a wine bottle and poured it into a wine glass.

He then opened a closer and took out a black satanic pentagram shaped pendant.

He muttered something as he dipped the pentagram in my drink exactly three times. Surprisingly, the wine turned from red to black and he placed the glass on the table and told me to drink it in one shot.

Since I was already very thirsty at that time, I drank it completely.

The alcohol was quite strong and my vision quickly began to blur.

I immediately finished paying and left in a hurry.

I started feeling dizzy while walking and my vision was worsening.

When I left the bar, I was so distracted by everyone laughing so hard at me that I couldn't even focused at where I was going.

And suddenly, when my vision returned, I had already arrived at home.

At first I was relieved. But when I closed the door behind me and turned around, I knew that I was in the wrong house.

It was completely abandoned, cold, gloomy and barely lit with the rays of moonlight.

I tried to open the but it was totally locked. Just as I was about to break down the door, i heard a sound like someone was taking slow steps from the ceiling.

I was trembling with fear as I did not have a weapon which could be used for self defense.

I tried to call 911, but had no reachable service to call and the only way to get out was to go upstairs and find my way out.

I walked carefully and reached the top.

To my left was a dead end, but to my right was a hallway with three doors on either side.

I opened the doors one by one, but I all I found was just dark empty rooms and no way to escape.

When I finally opened the sixth door, there was a picture on the floor of a pentagram with a candle draped over the five points of a star.

It looked exactly like what the bartender had put into my drink.

There was an object floating above the pattern, but the light provided by the candles was not enough for me to determine what it was.

Then my phone accidentally fell on the wooden floor with a loud sound. The figure was slowly coming to my direction.

I quickly backed off but hit my head against the wall behind.

I can never forget that sight.

My body was completely paralyzed when I saw that the same bartender at the bar was this guy.

He was still in his executioner's uniform and was looking at my frozen helpless body.

To make matters worse, the doors of the empty rooms started opening on their own, and all the people i had seen at the bar walked in. They were laughing out maniacally untill I passed out, and then there was silence. When I woke up,

I realised I was at a hospital. I asked one of the nurses what was going on and she said that several teenagers had seen me coming out of the woods and walking to the abandoned house.

They tried calling out to me, but I didn't respond nor look at them.

Then the group saw me entering the house, and when they tried to open the door but it was locked, so they tried calling 911 thinking that I was trapped in that house.

Thirty minutes later, the police arrived, broke down the door, and found me unconsciously lying on the wooden floor.

They brought me into the hospital and were trying to investigate what had happened in that old dark house.

Later, I told the police officers the whole story when they came back, but they didn't seem to believe me, while some of them were laughing at me thinking that I was making it up.

I went straight home and fall asleep. The next morning, I rushed to the bathroom because I had to vomit very badly. And after I did, I noticed that my vomit was all black. I decided to take a shower to forget everything, and as soon as I turned on the cold water, I felt a sharp sting on my back. As soon as I changed the temperature of the water to warmer. The sting started to feel even more painful.

I quickly finished the shower and went to look in the mirror. And the moment I barely turned my head to check behind me, I was shocked for life.

I had the same satanic pentagram shape carved on my back, which was surely done by a sharp object.

From then on, I never went to a bar again.