By Crimson Death (Andrea)
Some time ago, in a wealthy farm. A lonely 50-year-old man woke up from a horrible nightmare. He dreamed of a black demon, who were hitting him with a stick. Its laugh was horrible, it had a gold ring with a red shiny stone on one of his horrible black fingers. He woke up shaking and screaming. It was a recurring nightmare.
One day at 6 in the morning. The farmer woke up again after having the same nightmare. Feeling tired, he dragged his body to the kitchen in search for hot coffee. Suddenly, three knocks were heard at the front door, the ominous sound echoed throughout the house followed by the voice of an old woman calling the farmer by his name.
Holding his coffee millimeters from his lips, the farmer felt a chill run down his back, this surprised him a little. He put the cup on the stove and walked to the front door with astonishing slowness.
“who could it be at this hour?” He wondered.
He stopped in front of the door, staring at her. Shaking off his fear, he swung the door open … nothing … he took a few steps out, looked from one side to the other, there was no one there. Only the fog and the icy wind were present.
Two weeks later the man became seriously ill. At the hospital, doctors discovered multiple lacerations to his intestines. He was bleeding to death. The doctors tried unsuccessfully to help him. He was dying and no one could do nothing to help him. In his last moments. He cried that a black demon was stabbing his stomach with a stick, laughing and it’s golden ring with the shiny red stone was burning his soul.
At his funeral, friends and neighbors came to say good-bye. His only relative (and sole heir of his fortune) showed up as well, It was his 30 years old step sister. She seemed very serene holding a white rose in her right hand…on her left hand she was wearing a gold ring with a red shiny stone.