the terrifying moroccan legend

The Corrupt (Part Two)

One day after the other, I was trying to show kindness and love for my brother, which is not present in my heart at all, and he believed me... He believed that I am the brother who changes after the death of his family and his mind. From him, I prefer in the ground floor to take my comfort and he prefers as he is in the second floor, of course I did not understand why, but he agreed to satisfy me, frankly, I did not want to stay with him in the same place even if I could not see what he would see, a part of me because I was afraid... And another part because he wants to live the nightmare alone without feeling that there is someone who can help him or save him.....from the curse.....the curse of Satan.

The sixth day came, and it passed normally and we entered the night, the beginning of the implementation of the agreement between me and the servant of demons.... the magician, cigarette after cigarette and minute after minute I was waiting, my eyes focused on the ceiling... The ceiling that separates me from the gate of hell that I opened for my brother, The ceiling that protects me from the world of horror that may have started right now on Bassem, I preferred to go to the place like the imprisoned lion waiting for me to hear the first scream, the scream that would make me sure that the curse had begun, I don't know how long before I heard it coming from above, Bassem's cry that I had never heard before... A cry that terrified me and made me shake violently and stand while staring at the ceiling. The screaming continued for a long time before I heard Bassem's voice crying out to me... He asked for my help to save him, he didn't know I am the last one who can achieve this because I am the reason why he is going through him now, I will cause him to scream a little before I go to the second floor slowly, I knew that I would not see anything, but knowing that the role was in which there were creatures other than us who saw me and I did not see them was terrifying enough for me, I got to the role and drew Ali Wushi, expressing the shaking of my brother, I turned on him in the apartment until I found him in his room under his bed... He was shivering rigidly. His lips were trembling and he was saying incomprehensible words. He was in a state of great shock from what he saw that night. The first time he saw me, he was in my arms and sat crying hysterically. I made myself surprised and told him with the utmost innocence:

_ What are you, Bassem? I heard your screaming, you came all the way, are you ok? What happened?

I found him looking at the ceiling and asking me with great fear:

_ You didn't see them outside? They were not present when I entered?

= What do you mean by me, Bassem, there is no one else in the place, tell me, but what did you see exactly?

_ I.... I was sleeping in my normal condition, but after a while I woke up to a voice coming from the hall. I remembered that you were the one who came out. I wanted something from the apartment, so I didn't care, but when I focused a bit, I made sure that it was not the voice of a man but one person, this is a group of people walking in The hall, and the sound of their feet was very loud, as if they were not afraid to hear them. In comfort, I got up from the bed and pulled away with noise until I reached the hall, and then I saw them, Yasser.

= You saw who?

_ I saw the ugliest thing I could imagine, from the light that came from the window, I saw them hanging from the ceiling... charred corpses and still smoke coming out of their flesh, the smell of their roasting meat was the money of the place, and they were all hanging from the ceiling... By my ears, I couldn't see eyes spitting towards me Because their eyes were scorched, but I knew that they were calling me, they were not tied to the ceiling, their legs were touching the ceiling, I froze with fear, I could not think or speak or even breathe. At that time, I knew the secret of the steps that I heard, because they were walking on the ceiling and coming towards me, out of my fear I fell on the ground and I came back, one of them came to my place, he was right on top of me and extended his hand to catch me, I started screaming when I met him he grabbed my arm and I felt my arm burning from The heat of the hand of this creature, I held his hand to remove it from my arm, and the first thing I did was I found his hand to separate from his body and fall beside me on the ground.. but I did not stop from moving, a burnt cut hand trying to reach my neck to suffocate me, I felt myself only as I crawled quickly on the ground I went into my room, locked the door with the key, and went under the secret I was screaming, I could hear the sound of their hands banging hard on the door, I felt that I would get rid of their blows, but before that happened, you and I prayed, "Yasser".

I didn't know what to say, the look of him shivering and workers staring at the ceiling in terror as if they were waiting for them to appear at any moment, Makhlini was unable to speak, after a period of silence I told him:

_ Of course, all of these are stunts, Bassem. Go back to sleep and forget all these words.

The first thing I said like that, Jamid slapped me when he said:

_ Laments? Lests? And the burning in my hands, these are fantasies, oh....

But one look from him at his hand made him unable to complete his words, because his hand did not have any burns.. His hand was intact, at that time I met him by praying while he was crying:

_ I... I... By God, she was embarrassed... What happened to me today?

I turned to him and helped him, but he gets up from under the bed and sleeps on his bed, while he is working and says in a low voice:

_ I saw them, Yasser, they were here, I saw them....believe me, my brother.

I didn't accept his words because I was sure of him believing it...because I was the one who worked on it like this, I covered him and let him sleep and I went down after he fell asleep, the curse really started, and I started it on my brother, the first night of the curse ended, and I still came to him every night. Ali is the owner of the house.

Continued....