Romans & histoires The Tell Tale Heart Short Story

| wrapped my arms slowly around his abdomen and rested my head against his back when he started the motorcycle. | didn't recognize any of the roads we were taking. The street lamps lit up the roads and we zoomed down the highway. Swayer took a turn on a narrow street that led to a woody area. | had never been to this side of New york before, but from the looks of it right now, it seemed a little eerie. "If you're gonna kill me, at least let me eat my chocolate first." | said into his ear. He chuckled and kept driving into the woods with barely any light except the headlights from his bike. "Don't worry. If | was to kill you, | would've done it a long time ago."

’ Billy’s face lit up with positivity as soon as I uttered the word ‘No’. ‘So, why don’t you want to talk about it my pretty? ‘Because Billy, I am a murderer. I cannot believe that not too long ago, I Petunia just killed two people.’ I stood up from where I was sitting and walked towards the window. I started crying hysterically, almost forgetting that Billy was still in the room. It began to hit me that, two sisters were dead and I was the killer. ‘Okay okay okay, calm down my pretty,’ Billy held me and spoke softly to me. ‘You don’t want your neighbours to know what we had done right? So sit down and just breath.’ He held me gently and placed me on the bed in a sleeping position.

she whispered to herself, trying to calm her racing heart. Days turned into weeks, and Florence could not shake the feeling of being watched wherever she went. She noticed subtle signs – an old car lingering too long, and a figure lurking in the shadows which always followed her. It was a constant, unsettling presence, a reminder of the danger that lurked just beyond the surface.

Claire whispered, and as everyone watched with bated breaths, Hunter looked down at his chest right where his heart should be— at the bullet hole and blood gushing out like little overflowing rivers from it before he collapsed into an inviting and dreamless darkness. Tbc...

He would know I knew the truth. ​I heard a floorboard creak in the hallway outside my office. The sound was too slow, too deliberate to be Thomas. I turned my head, my breath caught in my throat. The door to my office was shut, but I saw a faint shadow shift beneath it. I felt a cold knot tighten in my stomach. I wasn’t alone. The ghost was already in the house. The revenge wasn't over. It was just beginning.

I aid myself up and walk to the door. When I peeped, there was no one out there. But I'm certain I heard someone knocking, twice. I pull the door open and step out a bit. My eyes roam the entire place, yet there was no one. Sighing, I spin to get back in, that's when I feel it. A pistol to the back of my head. My heart jumps out of my chest. Before I can think to react, it presses in harder. I gasp, but no sound comes out.

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

There stood Mr Surajo, the principal with a shotgun pointed towards us. "I may not be able to read your mind, but I know the kind of evil you are capable of. So before you go to another town and turn it into your den, let me do the world a favour." He pulled the trigger, From where I stood I saw the melting bullet speed towards us, but I didn't see Aunty B. My eyelid fluttered as if trying to refocus. It did. As I blinked I saw her split. One behind him, one in front of the bullet, drawing a circle in the air. A black hole appeared. She moved a little bit, sending the bullet into the black hole. "You don't know anything about me," Birdie May behind the principal announced.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.