It was a dark and stormy evening when I sat alone in my little house. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. When I opened it, there was a mysterious figure dressed in a black cloak. "Welcome to my visit, dear friend," said it.
I invited it in, and surprisingly it brought their own guitar. We sat down and started playing, the melodies filling the air with an enticing yet ominous tone.
That's when I noticed that the figure was no ordinary musician. It was the devil heirself, and soon it joined me. Our instruments harmonised, and the music was like an enchanting spiral dancing in the air.
But the enchantment turned into an evil circle. I couldn't stop playing, I couldn't even release the guitar strings. The more I played, the more my fingers swelled and bled. But I couldn't stop, for the devil had me in heir grip.
Tears filled my eyes, and my screams of pain were lost beyond the darkness of the night. The devil's face twisted into a malevolent grimace as I continued to play my painful symphony.
In the end, only stumps of bones remained where my fingers had been. A few hours later, I played with my elbows. The next day, only my skull remained, hopping desperately on the bass strings.
5 окт 2024
