The Valentine’s Day

Fiction

the valentine's day by samuel singh bhakuni

It was Valentine's Day, and the small town of Ravenswood was buzzing with excitement. Couples were walking hand in hand, chocolates and roses were being exchanged, and the sweet fragrance of love was in the air. But for one young couple, the day took a dark turn.

Lena and Mark had decided to take a walk in the park to celebrate their love. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the trees, and the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves filled the air. Suddenly, Lena heard a faint whisper that seemed to be coming from the bushes. She grabbed Mark's hand, and they both looked in the direction of the noise. They saw nothing but shadows.

Thinking it was just their imagination playing tricks on them, they continued their walk. But the whispers grew louder and more frequent, until they were practically shouting. Lena and Mark started to run, but the whispers seemed to follow them, getting closer and closer. Just when they thought they had outrun the source of the noise, they found themselves face to face with a figure shrouded in a black cloak.

The figure stepped forward, revealing a pale face with piercing red eyes. It reached out a bony hand and pointed at Lena, whispering her name over and over again. Lena felt her heart racing as the figure stepped closer, its eyes never leaving hers. Mark tried to pull her away, but she was frozen in place, unable to move.

In that moment, the figure raised its hand, and a blast of wind knocked Mark to the ground. Lena was left alone, facing the mysterious figure. It took another step forward and whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day, my love."

Lena woke up with a start, realising it was all just a nightmare. But as she looked out the window, she saw a figure in a black cloak standing outside her house, its red eyes shining in the moonlight. And she heard the whispers again, calling her name.

From that day on, Lena was never seen again. Some say she was taken by the mysterious figure, never to be seen again. But on quiet nights, when the wind is just right, you can still hear the whispers of her name echoing through the streets of Ravenswood.

Some loves transcend life and death, leaving echoes that never fade, even into the darkest nights.

The End.

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