Tuesday, June 4, 2019

Don’t look behind you

Horror Story


Read this slowly and carefully. 

Take your time.

Savour every word.

Try to enjoy reading this.

Because this is going to be the last thing you ever read.

Yes – you are not going to read anything else after you finish reading this.

Let me tell you why. 

Because by the time you finish reading this – I am going to finish you off.


You read right. 

You read bloody right...!!!

I am going to finish you off.

You can take my word for it.

I am going to finish you off once and for all.

Murder you in cold blood.

Till you are dead.


Requiescat in pace.

Or is it requiescant in pace?  

It doesn’t matter.

Yes – it just does not matter how you describe death.

But one thing is sure.

You are going to rest in peace.

That’s right. 

You are going to Rest in Peace.

Rest in Peace 



You think this is a big joke?

It is not a joke.

Yes – my friend.

This is no joke.

I am going to terminate you.

I have been watching you for many days. 

You are so nice and healthy. 

That is why I have no compunctions – no guilt feelings – as I firmly believe that my victim ought to be in good health – since it is barbarous to kill anybody who is weak or of a sickly disposition. 

After you finish reading this  just sit back and relax

But don't turn around and look behind you.


I know you can find excuses to hang around your house – or your office – or wherever you are reading this – but sooner or later – you will have to have to get up and go out.

And – I will be waiting for you out there.

Or – maybe I am closer to you than that.

Maybe – I am in this very room where you are sitting.  

You think of death as something far away – something distant – don’t you...?

It is not...!!!

Death is very near – very close to you. 

Maybe just behind you. 

Yes – death may be lurking right behind you. Right now!

Believe me. 

I am dead serious. 

Your death is just lurking behind your back.

Do not look behind you. 

Come on – Dear Friend. 

Tell me. 

Where are you reading this...?

In your office on your PC...? 

Or – are you reading this at home – late at night – on your laptop...? 

Or – are you reading this outdoors – or while traveling – or on a lazy afternoon – on your smartphone...?

Or – have you taken a printout and are reading this propped up on your pillow in bed late at night...?

It doesn’t matter. 

It just does not matter.

Because I am going to come and kill you the moment you finish reading this.

You can take my word for it.  

If you are home while reading this – maybe I am in your house with you right now.

Maybe in this very room – stealthily creeping right behind you – waiting for you to finish the story.

Do not look behind you.  

Maybe – I am watching surreptitiously through your office window.

Or – maybe – I am standing menacingly right behind you – as you sit at your work desk staring at the monitor – waiting to pierce you with the deadly needle of the hypodermic syringe filled with lethal venom – the moment you finish reading this.

Just sit still – and keep reading.

Do not look behind you.  

Or – maybe I am sitting covertly right next to you in the Internet café where you are reading this.

Don’t look – Dear Friend. 

Do not turn.

Do not look.

Please do not turn around and look.

Just keep reading. 

Just focus your eyes on this page – and keep on reading this.

Maybe – I am waiting outside for you.

But don’t look around. 

Please do not turn and look around.

You will be happier if you don’t know – if you don’t see the needle coming.

So please – do not look behind you.  

But – wherever you are reading this – rest assured that I am near you – I am very near you – very very near you – watching – and waiting for you to finish reading this.

And then – I will silently slither right behind you.

And – from the right pocket of my trousers – I will carefully take out the lethal syringe.

Don’t be scared.

You won’t feel a thing.

Maybe just a wee little scratch – a teeny weeny prick of a tiny microscopic needle.

And you will die instantly.

It’s much better killing this way – instantaneous, effortless, clean, clinical, painless.

I like it this way.

When I kill people this way – they don’t even come to know.

Unless they turn around and look.

So don’t look behind you!

I am warning you. 

Yes – I am warning you.

Just don't turn around and look behind you.  

You don’t believe in the macabre – do you?

Do you think my imagination is running wild?

You think that this is just my amateurish attempt at writing a short story – don’t you?

Go on – smile to yourself – thinking this is just a joke – a fib, a yarn.

But let me assure you – that – this is no joke.

Don’t look behind you

Don’t you dare look behind you.

You don’t believe me?

Okay – don’t believe me – until you feel the gentle prick of the hypodermic needle penetrating deep into your spine.


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This story is a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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This is a revised version of my HORROR STORY written by me nearly 25 years ago in 1995 and posted online earlier by me Vikram Karve at url: http://creative.sulekha.com/horror-story_34538_blog  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2011/02/do-not-look-behind-you.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2011/11/rest-in-peace-rip.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/07/prick-my-favourite-short-stories.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/

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