How To Resurrect a Dead Man (help!) 2019-06-06 23:18:34
(Hey, guys. This is a story that I am writing for an online literary magazine, BUT I need your help. I want to know your opinion on this story. Are there any elements that I should change / remove? Feel free to go all out if you want. At the back of my mind, I feel like something is missing in the plot, but I don't know what).
How to Resurrect a Dead Man
In the palm of Lindsey's hands laid the instructions given to her by a witch.
It was placed inside a brown envelope. Vague folds at its surface indicate that it was crumpled into a pocket, and the wax seal was too bloody to be called a fine red.
She peeled off the stain and opened the flap. There was a folded brown paper inside with rough edges. It was soft as cotton, and when she tried to straighten the message, the letter folded back on itself. It felt so fragile that even the slight movement of a finger on its surface might cause a tear. She carefully handled the sheet as if it might disintegrate into nothing.
She placed it on the table and switched on her desk lamp. The light showed the dark-green words written on the sheet. It was barely comprehensible, as if it was quickly scribbled, and the letters barely made any sense when viewed by an outsider.
However, Lindsey was prepared. She opens his desk drawer and pulls out a book. She flips through the pages and stopped when the tome showed her a picture of a cipher wheel. She then brings out a blank paper and started decoding the obscure message on the letter.
An unknown feeling past her as she wrote. It was like a part of his humanity was stripped away and that she is closer to stepping into boundaries that did not welcome living beings like her.
Yet, she continued. The feeling of regret washed over her as she looked at the gun placed at one corner of the wooden surface. Memories of flying bullets dissipated that previous notion.
After deciphering every single letter, this is what the message says:
Go to any abandoned house with at least 2 floors and a stairway. It must be located at an area far from anyone, and it should start when the new moon is visible. Once inside, nail all windows and doors leading outside. Select a room of your choosing in the first storey and chant:
I want to summon a victim of Death.
The distant chime of a grandfather clock will then follow. Do not attempt to find this ancient chronometer, nor leave the room just yet, for your ears will start to bleed to its increasing pitch, and your mind will fall into the depths of insanity, unable to escape the prison that you have created.
In the exact spot in which you stand, draw a circle with a piece of chalk. Then, with a piece of pulp paper, describe the person that you want to resurrect. Write about his or her hobbies, strengths, weaknesses, mistakes, relationships, past events, and the cause of death.
Once filled, you should head over to the top most floor of the abandoned structure. The ticks of the clock will sound, and you should be there before a minute has passed. If you fail, the stairway you took will slowly lead you downwards, and at the end lies the edge of the forgotten limbo of hell.
You will find a room that strikes your attention. Stand at the center of this space, and you must stare at the wall opposite of the doorway.
A heavy amount of silence will soon follow, but a faint sound of heavy steps will soon be heard. Who this person would be will depend on the accuracy of your person's description. Failure to comply, however, will result in your ultimate doom.
The bedroom door echoed a resounding knock after her eyes scanned the last sentence.
She reached for the pocket of her pants and grabbed a lighter. With a flick of her thumb, she ignited a flame and burned the letter into ashes. Meanwhile, the sounds from the other side grew louder as the strength of the pounds got stronger. Souls from unknown realms can be heard outside the confined space, and it is only a matter of time before the walls will shatter and reveal something macabre.
Lindsey desperately gathers all of the paper ashes and incinerated every single one of them. She did not mind the fact that her finger accidentally passed through the flame; her ears are begging for every piece of the letter to dissolve into nothingness.
The intolerable beating disappeared, as well as any remains of a strange message. Still cautious, she slowly walked across the room and opened the door. She looked left, then right. An empty house greeted her, and it scares her that there was not a single evidence of something large and morbid.
Nonetheless, everything is just as she had expected.
It is a good thing that she remembered the words of that witch she met at that night. Lindsey could still recall a word she said before leaving the conversation:
Remember; This is a ritual to those that can remember. Do not take any notes with you, for there are animals of unknown origin that would not rest until they know about these forbidden necromancy. If they ever knew of your actions, I am certain that it will be the end of you. You must only rely on your memory, because your skill to recall is what defines the end result.