Annie Wisler
Annie Wisler had been a friend of mine for over a year. Long before she became my girlfriend, I had this strange sense. She never ate outside, and she never drank at parties; she was breathtakingly gorgeous, and her eyes were the most lethal! I could stare into them for hours, but something was off about them; those weren't regular eyes; they were the eyes of a murderer. This discomfort persisted until one lovely day when she called and said she was going to tell me her deepest darkest secrets.
We met at her preferred location, a few kilometers outside of town, near a little sparsely populated town. She wore a bold red lipstick and a black velvet off-shoulder gown with a patterned lace border at the neck. Her braids landed on her cheek, and the way she twirled it back in place with her index finger drove me insane.
It was cold but not snowing. The winds were strong. When we walked through the grapevines, there was a sharp sound and it felt as if something was creeping up on us from the shadows. As we approached an old iron gate, my heart hammered, and as I gasped, the door screeched and opened spontaneously, amazed! We were in a graveyard, a large one, and we had entered through the back door. There were hundreds of tombstones around me, small and large, with overgrown weed and leafless trees adding the flavors of doom to the already grey haven. There was a large tombstone somewhere near the center. When we arrived there Annie halted.
She cast some spells, and all went black, as she chanted, "Ancient spirits, let me in and charm me with your grace." As I peered through the gravestone, there was complete darkness; if it hadn't been for her beauty, I would have already passed out. We went inside; I was terrified and wanted to flee at the first opportunity, but my love for her made me stay... it smelled like a cellar that had been unused and unclean for decades, then there was a room filled with skulls and bones, 'They are just decorations, real ones have a different luster,' she explained. 'There!' said a man covered in books as we approached a library. 'He's my father,' she explained.
'Oh hi, there Annie!' He exclaimed, 'seems you got a guest with you' he moved the book, and I collapsed, seeing a tall skeleton dressed in a World War II uniform.
After I woke up, I was sitting on a bed in the cellar, and her skeleton of a dad pointed at me, and asked her 'Are you sure he's the one, don't you think he lacks the guts, I mean am I that scary!'
Yet in surprise I looked at my girlfriend, she nodded in affirmative. 'He's the chosen one, he will be the savior of this world, the protector of the land of death, and the one who will help you get back your original body!'
I stared at her father, who said, 'Stop scaring him, this is merely a product of a failed experiment and what better place for a skull head like me to stay than a cemetery!' He burst out laughing.
'Set that aside, let's speak about something else,' he said. 'Don't you think my daughters are sexy? I'm the only skinny guy who can't get boners because of her!' I looked at him with shock and bewilderment, still reeling from the attack, struggling to believe that such a being could exist. Annie Annie Wisler walked to another room to get some perishables and water for me, while her father walked up and said, "Boy!" I'll come back later.
I stood up and took a look around. It was a standard-sized room, with the bed on one side and no doors or windows except one in front of me, connecting it to other rooms and barred with a massive and thick wooden door with one of those old-fashioned keyholes with a slider to look outside, but no latches on the inside. The atmosphere was dismal and oppressive, humid and moist, the pale walls of the cellar had a brown tinge of confused fungi and cobwebs at the corners of the chambers, and the ceiling was unusually high for a space of that size.
An antique chandelier hung in the middle of the room, with a rusted chain that looked like it might fall at any moment and a ventilator on one of the walls. The painting in the center of the other wall was brilliantly painted and resembled Annie's eyes. I said to myself, 'That beauty!' There were candle holders on both sides of the frame, which added a glimmer to the wall, as well as a fungus-infested area. Although it was firmly cemented, the floor was not tiled and felt cold.
That bed was still occupied by me. It was a massive granite block, attached to the wall on both sides by massive chains. On the other side of my seat was an old cushion, and the mattress was remarkably clean for that location. I turned around to gaze at the wall behind me. As I turned around, there saw a red-painted wall in front of me with nail marks, bloodstains, and scratches that read, "Don't trust the skull and his daughter!" As I read on, a shiver ran up my spine as I noticed another message in a different hand: ‘You are next!' My heart began to race, and the sound of silence only added to the terror.
I massaged my eyes, still in astonishment, and moved closer to the other wall, immediately feeling uneasy from the oppressive odor. I cleaned a section of the fungus in search of other inscriptions like this. 'They're cannibals, run while you still can!' read one of them. I approached the picture and took a closer look; the air had already intoxicated me, and I was suffocating for oxygen; it made me claustrophobic; while hypoxic, I saw the painting bleed with tears; it was a tragic sight; I beat on the enormous door, attempting but failing to open it; Half of me was choked by the scent and sight, and the other half by my perplexing thoughts.
With a tremendous bang, the door burst open, and I dashed towards the light I could hardly see, my eyes watering, and I was breathless and nauseated. I was on the verge of collapsing.
'Get out of here, there's no time to waste, run!' In my brain, I could hear Annie utter that. I dashed as quickly as I could towards the light.
I ended up in the same library, dressed a little differently this time, as colorful as possible. In the center, there was a bookshelf and a glass table. The table was encircled by three
recliners. ‘You made it!' Annie said as she glanced at me. She hugged me tightly and said, "I am so delighted!" I was confused.
‘Hey, you! I wasn't expecting you to get rid of it so quickly. Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience I caused you all; it was all a scam.' Another voice came from behind the sofa, and a small thick man with a thick mustache and a cap stepped out with a few books.
‘Let me begin by introducing myself; my name is Jack Thomson, and you are the ideal match for my daughter,' he began. ‘I apologize for the prank we played there; I hope you don't mind.' He showed me the book, which was an album of how he put together his intricate arrangement.
Annie added, "Dad just loves being a prankster, and he takes it to another level with extensive planning." I was still breathing from the amazing experience when Annie continued, "He intended to put you to the test with one of his greatest pranks of all time, and you pulled it off." I sat on the recliner, speechless, and drank a whole jug of water before falling asleep, while Annie Wisler wrapped a blanket around me and muttered, "Sweet dreams, babe."
Annie Wisler had been a friend of mine for over a year. Long before she became my girlfriend, I had this strange sense. She never ate outside, and she never drank at parties; she was breathtakingly gorgeous, and her eyes were the most lethal! I could stare into them for hours, but something was off about them; those weren't regular eyes; they were the eyes of a murderer. This discomfort persisted until one lovely day when she called and said she was going to tell me her deepest darkest secrets.
We met at her preferred location, a few kilometers outside of town, near a little sparsely populated town. She wore a bold red lipstick and a black velvet off-shoulder gown with a patterned lace border at the neck. Her braids landed on her cheek, and the way she twirled it back in place with her index finger drove me insane.
It was cold but not snowing. The winds were strong. When we walked through the grapevines, there was a sharp sound and it felt as if something was creeping up on us from the shadows. As we approached an old iron gate, my heart hammered, and as I gasped, the door screeched and opened spontaneously, amazed! We were in a graveyard, a large one, and we had entered through the back door. There were hundreds of tombstones around me, small and large, with overgrown weed and leafless trees adding the flavors of doom to the already grey haven. There was a large tombstone somewhere near the center. When we arrived there Annie halted.
She cast some spells, and all went black, as she chanted, "Ancient spirits, let me in and charm me with your grace." As I peered through the gravestone, there was complete darkness; if it hadn't been for her beauty, I would have already passed out. We went inside; I was terrified and wanted to flee at the first opportunity, but my love for her made me stay... it smelled like a cellar that had been unused and unclean for decades, then there was a room filled with skulls and bones, 'They are just decorations, real ones have a different luster,' she explained. 'There!' said a man covered in books as we approached a library. 'He's my father,' she explained.
'Oh hi, there Annie!' He exclaimed, 'seems you got a guest with you' he moved the book, and I collapsed, seeing a tall skeleton dressed in a World War II uniform.
After I woke up, I was sitting on a bed in the cellar, and her skeleton of a dad pointed at me, and asked her 'Are you sure he's the one, don't you think he lacks the guts, I mean am I that scary!'
Yet in surprise I looked at my girlfriend, she nodded in affirmative. 'He's the chosen one, he will be the savior of this world, the protector of the land of death, and the one who will help you get back your original body!'
I stared at her father, who said, 'Stop scaring him, this is merely a product of a failed experiment and what better place for a skull head like me to stay than a cemetery!' He burst out laughing.
'Set that aside, let's speak about something else,' he said. 'Don't you think my daughters are sexy? I'm the only skinny guy who can't get boners because of her!' I looked at him with shock and bewilderment, still reeling from the attack, struggling to believe that such a being could exist. Annie Annie Wisler walked to another room to get some perishables and water for me, while her father walked up and said, "Boy!" I'll come back later.
I stood up and took a look around. It was a standard-sized room, with the bed on one side and no doors or windows except one in front of me, connecting it to other rooms and barred with a massive and thick wooden door with one of those old-fashioned keyholes with a slider to look outside, but no latches on the inside. The atmosphere was dismal and oppressive, humid and moist, the pale walls of the cellar had a brown tinge of confused fungi and cobwebs at the corners of the chambers, and the ceiling was unusually high for a space of that size.
An antique chandelier hung in the middle of the room, with a rusted chain that looked like it might fall at any moment and a ventilator on one of the walls. The painting in the center of the other wall was brilliantly painted and resembled Annie's eyes. I said to myself, 'That beauty!' There were candle holders on both sides of the frame, which added a glimmer to the wall, as well as a fungus-infested area. Although it was firmly cemented, the floor was not tiled and felt cold.
That bed was still occupied by me. It was a massive granite block, attached to the wall on both sides by massive chains. On the other side of my seat was an old cushion, and the mattress was remarkably clean for that location. I turned around to gaze at the wall behind me. As I turned around, there saw a red-painted wall in front of me with nail marks, bloodstains, and scratches that read, "Don't trust the skull and his daughter!" As I read on, a shiver ran up my spine as I noticed another message in a different hand: ‘You are next!' My heart began to race, and the sound of silence only added to the terror.
I massaged my eyes, still in astonishment, and moved closer to the other wall, immediately feeling uneasy from the oppressive odor. I cleaned a section of the fungus in search of other inscriptions like this. 'They're cannibals, run while you still can!' read one of them. I approached the picture and took a closer look; the air had already intoxicated me, and I was suffocating for oxygen; it made me claustrophobic; while hypoxic, I saw the painting bleed with tears; it was a tragic sight; I beat on the enormous door, attempting but failing to open it; Half of me was choked by the scent and sight, and the other half by my perplexing thoughts.
With a tremendous bang, the door burst open, and I dashed towards the light I could hardly see, my eyes watering, and I was breathless and nauseated. I was on the verge of collapsing.
'Get out of here, there's no time to waste, run!' In my brain, I could hear Annie utter that. I dashed as quickly as I could towards the light.
I ended up in the same library, dressed a little differently this time, as colorful as possible. In the center, there was a bookshelf and a glass table. The table was encircled by three
recliners. ‘You made it!' Annie said as she glanced at me. She hugged me tightly and said, "I am so delighted!" I was confused.
‘Hey, you! I wasn't expecting you to get rid of it so quickly. Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience I caused you all; it was all a scam.' Another voice came from behind the sofa, and a small thick man with a thick mustache and a cap stepped out with a few books.
‘Let me begin by introducing myself; my name is Jack Thomson, and you are the ideal match for my daughter,' he began. ‘I apologize for the prank we played there; I hope you don't mind.' He showed me the book, which was an album of how he put together his intricate arrangement.
Annie added, "Dad just loves being a prankster, and he takes it to another level with extensive planning." I was still breathing from the amazing experience when Annie continued, "He intended to put you to the test with one of his greatest pranks of all time, and you pulled it off." I sat on the recliner, speechless, and drank a whole jug of water before falling asleep, while Annie Wisler wrapped a blanket around me and muttered, "Sweet dreams, babe."
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