Kapitel 29: The Demon Named Karos
What strains the mind? What keeps you awake past the witching hour? For me, it's freakishly scary games. Games such as the Bloody Mary game. Although I have played series upon series of these urban myths, nothing seems to work. I don't get spooked nor am I haunted by ghastly spirits. Not until one night while I was browsing the dark web and suddenly stumbled upon a post made by an unknown user. It said that this person was supposedly haunted by a demon named Karos.
Intrigued and desperate for a new thrill, I clicked on the link, which led me to a page filled with cryptic symbols and unsettling imagery. The post detailed the user's experience with Karos, a demon known to torment those who summoned it through a ritual. According to the post, the ritual required specific steps: lighting black candles at midnight, drawing a sigil with your own blood, and reciting an incantation in Latin. The post ended with a dire warning: once summoned, Karos could not be banished.
A thrill of excitement and fear coursed through me. Could this be the challenge I had been searching for? Ignoring the warning, I gathered the required items and prepared for the ritual. That night, as the clock struck midnight, I lit the black candles, drew the sigil with a needle-prick of blood, and recited the incantation.
At first, nothing happened. I waited, heart pounding, eyes scanning the darkened room. Just as I was about to dismiss the whole thing as another hoax, a chilling wind swept through the room, extinguishing the candles. The temperature dropped, and an oppressive silence filled the air.
Then, I saw him.
Karos materialized in the shadows, a figure cloaked in darkness with eyes that glowed like embers. His presence was overwhelming, a tangible force that seemed to suck the light and warmth from the room. I could feel his gaze piercing into me, a mixture of malevolence and curiosity.
"Who dares summon me?" a voice like grinding stones echoed in my mind.
For the first time in my life, I felt true fear. My voice trembled as I answered, explaining my fascination with the supernatural and my desire for a real scare. Karos listened, a sinister smile spreading across his face.
"Very well," he said. "You shall have what you seek."
From that moment, my life descended into a waking nightmare. Karos haunted my every step, his presence an ever-present shadow that loomed over me. At first, it was subtle: objects moving on their own, whispers in the dark, fleeting glimpses of his form in mirrors. But as days turned into weeks, his torment grew more intense.
Sleep became impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, Karos invaded my dreams, turning them into horrific landscapes of terror and pain. I would wake up screaming, drenched in sweat, only to find him standing at the foot of my bed, his eyes burning into my soul.
My friends and family noticed the change in me. I became withdrawn, paranoid, a shell of my former self. I tried to explain what was happening, but no one believed me. They thought I was losing my mind, and perhaps I was.
Desperate for relief, I returned to the dark web, searching for any way to banish Karos. I found nothing. The warnings had been true; once summoned, he could not be rid of. My life was no longer my own. Karos had bound himself to me, and his torment was unending.
As the weeks turned into months, I realized the true horror of my situation. Karos fed off my fear and despair, growing stronger with each passing day. The thrill I had sought had become a curse, a relentless torture that I could not escape.
One night, as I sat in the darkness, Karos appeared before me, his form more solid and menacing than ever. He leaned in close, his breath icy against my skin.
"Are you scared now?" he whispered, his voice dripping with malice.
I nodded, tears streaming down my face. The demon smiled, a look of satisfaction in his fiery eyes.
"Good," he said. "Your fear is delicious."
And with that, he vanished, leaving me alone in the darkness, the echoes of his laughter ringing in my ears.
Now, I sit in my room, surrounded by the remnants of my once-normal life. The thrill I had sought had come at a terrible price. The demon named Karos is always with me, a constant reminder of my foolishness and my insatiable desire for fear. There is no escape, no respite. I am his, and he is mine, forever bound by the ritual that had started it all
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