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Halloween 2024: Cindy, the Cast Devil
🕑 Added 2024-10-15 16:31:15 +0000 UTCIt's the time of Halloween and I came up with another bizarre alternate story. In this story, we see Polly as a sister nurse at a church in deep mountains and Cindy is the cast devil from hell. I wrote this story with my 2 girls in characters you've never seen. Feel free to tell me your opinions.
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The night air was thick and biting, a chill that penetrated the stone walls of the mountain church and settled heavily into the silence. Polly wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders, lighting another candle as she murmured a quiet prayer. The dim light cast long, wavering shadows that seemed to crawl across the ancient stone walls, adding to the unease stirring in her chest.
For weeks, a strange pattern had haunted the village. Every day, more villagers arrived at the church, injured in ways that defied explanation — twisted arms, fractured legs, bones broken in odd patterns. They came with stories that chilled Polly’s blood: a man who tripped over nothing and shattered his leg, a woman who swore she was pushed by an invisible force and woke up with her arm in pieces.
“What could be causing this?” Polly murmured to herself as she tended to the last candle. She shivered as the shadows danced along the walls, seeming almost alive, as if they were watching her.
As she dismissed the last patient of the evening, her fingers trembling as she closed the church door, Polly was struck by the unsettling silence that settled around her. She sent the last patient home who came to her this evening with a broken arm. Since the injury is not worrying, she thought letting him rest at own’s home would be a better idea. Now, she is all alone in the church. The candles flickered, casting strange shapes on the walls, and for a moment, she thought she heard whispering from somewhere deep within the chapel.
Suddenly, the floor trembled beneath her feet.
Polly staggered, clutching the altar to steady herself as the tremor intensified. Her heart raced as the ground split open in front of her, tearing a dark chasm across the stone floor. A scarlet light seeped up from the crack, bathing the church in an unnatural glow.
“What… what’s happening?” Polly gasped, her voice breaking with fear.
The air grew hot and stifling, pressing down on her like a weight, and the shadows began to twist, converging toward the crack in the floor. Polly could only stare as something began to rise from the scarlet glow.
A figure slowly emerged, seated in an ancient, creaking wheelchair. Its twisted form glowed in the hellish light, casting a terrifying shadow across the chapel floor. Polly’s eyes widened as she took in the sight: the creature’s left leg was encased in a heavy cast that stretched from hip to toe, while her right leg was bound in a smaller cast just below the knee. Her right arm was encased in plaster from elbow to wrist, and her other arm, wrapped in a similar cast, clutched a whip. Her face, marked by a cruel smile, was framed by wild, unearthly eyes.
“Good evening, Sister Polly,” the figure said, her voice low and mocking. “You seem… surprised to see me.”
Polly’s voice caught in her throat. She could barely whisper, “Who… what are you?”
The creature tilted her head, her smile widening. “Cindy,” she drawled, each syllable dripping with malice. “And I’ve brought gifts.”
Polly took a trembling step back, horror clawing at her chest. “What… why are you here?”
Cindy’s twisted smile deepened as she rolled herself closer. “Because your dear villagers deserve to suffer… just as I have.” She gestured to her cast-bound limbs. “Once, I was cursed with these fractures that will never heal, abandoned in the depths of hell. But as my power grew and the curse weakened, I realized I could share my pain. Little by little, I am passing it on… piece by broken piece.”
Panic seized Polly. “Please, stop. Leave us alone!”
“Oh, I’m far from finished, Sister,” Cindy murmured, a cold glint in her eyes.
Before Polly could turn, Cindy raised her whip and cracked it through the air with a deafening snap. The end of it lashed against Polly’s legs, and she screamed as a searing pain shot through her bones. She crumpled to the floor, gasping, her heart racing with terror. When she looked down, she saw thick, white casts now encasing her legs, stretching from her thighs to her toes.
“No… please, no…” Polly whimpered, struggling against the heavy plaster, but her legs were immobilized, weighed down like chains.
Cindy wheeled herself closer, laughing coldly. “Now, now, Sister. We’re just beginning.”
With a flick of her wrist, Cindy struck again, this time across Polly’s shoulders. Another jolt of pain tore through her, and her arms twisted beneath her. A thick double shoulder spica cast appeared, binding her arms tightly against her torso, leaving her helpless on the cold stone floor.
Polly gasped for breath, tears spilling down her cheeks as she struggled in vain against her casts. Her wide, terrified eyes met Cindy’s, who grinned down at her in satisfaction.
“How do you like it, Sister Polly?” Cindy whispered, tracing the tip of her whip against Polly’s trembling neck. Polly felt a painful tightening around her neck as a thick leather brace materialized, locking her head in place.
“Why… why are you doing this?” Polly whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, trapped in a prison of pain and plaster.
Cindy’s smile darkened. “Every fracture, every broken bone weakens my curse. But pain mixed with desperation … that has the power to free me entirely”
“You can torture me whatever you like. I will not fall into despair” Polly said.
“I know. Your pain is just enough. I will break your beloved villagers. So, Sister, I want you to sit tight and enjoy the show as I’ll break your precious villagers one by one until my suffering is theirs.”
With that, Cindy wrapped her hand around Polly’s collar, pulling her closer as she wheeled herself toward the church doors. Polly’s eyes filled with terror as Cindy’s laughter echoed through the cold, dark chapel, her voice a haunting reminder of the nightmare that had only just begun.
Cindy dragged Polly out of the church and towards the village which was sleeping peacefully, not knowing what was coming. Tears slipped down Polly’s face as the helplessness settled in, crushing her spirit. She had been the village’s healer, the symbol of hope. Now, she was nothing more than Cindy’s puppet, broken and bound.
