Mark traveled most times due to his career. He is an astrophotographer, a type of photography that involves capturing images of the night sky. This can include photographing stars, planets, and galaxies. He worked tirelessly to achieve a unique creation, but to no avail. He sets out on a journey to capture the skies from different angles and locations.
On one of his travels, he comes across a gloomy sky, one he has never seen over the years. What was more fascinating is the fact that it hung over a well-configured building and didn’t go beyond it. The building looked abandoned, locked for a year, but not worn out. He was curious about what transpired of this nature and decided to spend a week or two finding out.
Mark loves returning home after each trip because of the cost asides that he loves his comfort zone, but this incidence really stuck; he decides to hang around since his curiosity got the best of him.
The following morning he began his quest. The villagers seemed friendly and replied to his questions without hesitation, but when it came to questions about the building, they either stumbled back from him or gave him a strong gaze, wondering which part of the village he was from.
He approached a beautiful girl who said her name is Emerald; she looked as beautiful as one he thought. After exchanging pleasantries, his usual question followed. She let out a gasp and covered her mouth with her hand with the other. She grabbed him aggressively to her house down the road. I am guessing you are not from around here, he nodded. The building is forbidden to be mentioned or talked about. Good luck you didn’t meet the wrong person, but I will take you to who loves the story and says it without fear.
The woman she took me to was advanced in age; she probably knows she has nothing to lose, he thought. She whispered to her, turning to me. She said that’s my grand aunt; she has every detail of the story you need. She turns and heads for the door.
The woman began the conversation with incantation; Mark became a bit frightened but stayed frozen to his seat, she began; my papa and I were really close. God bless his blessed memory; he worked there as a chef; we were really poor and mostly fed on the remains of the household. The man was very wealthy, rich, and kind, the gloomy abandoned building was always flooded with people, the lights were always up till morning, people made merry and enjoyed everything the rich man had to offer.
One thing held tightly close to his heart was his dear wife; she was an epitome of beauty, which he fancied dearly and loved genuinely; she was literally the closest thing to his heart and the visited every place together; he flirted with her in public to be noticed; and he showed her priceless gifts. Every party hosted they had the first dance ; they cherished one another for years until tragedy fell; she fell severely ill.
At first it was just a mild cold, she got examined, and the best medication was administered. A few days later it returned, this time more severe. In a space of three days, she got so lean from it’s effects that she was placed on medication, but it was futile; she only got worse as the day went by.
Her beloved husband couldn’t sit back and watch the cold hands of death take her away. He seeks a solution from his distant relative, who, unknown to him, were jealous of his wealth. He said the only solution was to get initiated and complete the rite, and a portion was handed over to him, but nothing changed. On every account he returned to complain, a different portion was given. At the end, she passed on in his arms, gasping for air and bleeding through her nostrils. Out of sadness, he consumed every portion he gave his wife, which made him thirsty for blood. He killed everyone present in his home, including my papa. When he realized what he had done, he led out a loud cry, which caused the gloomy sky. Since that day, nobody has heard from him or knows his whereabouts, but it is believed that if spoken of, he will attack you at night.