A man was once given a letter in the mail. It was written in red ink, and had the most beautiful handwriting. But it was written in a language the man did not understand.
He asked everyone he could if they could translate it for him, but the few people who understood it bluntly refused to read it out loud, then cut off all contact with him.
Confused, he continued to ask around until he met the small girl of a traveler that had recently visited the town.
"Hi, little girl. Can you read this?"
The man held out the crumpled and worn paper for her and he smiled. "Yeah."
"What's it say?"
The girl grabbed it and read it out loud with her finger following the letters. Eventually, she had sounded out the entire letter. Then she was called in by her father, and the man was standing in the middle of town, frozen in place.
To whomever translating this. Kill me.
YOU ARE READING
Macabre
Horrormacabre /adjective/: disturbing and horrifying because of involvement with or depiction of death and injury A series of short stories that could only be described as macabre. Some ideas are not my own, but all of these are my own writings.
