The Village

I found myself at a bustling guest house, where numerous families had gathered, and children’s laughter filled the air. Seeking solace, I escaped to the balcony, eager to immerse myself in my book and savor the tranquility. That’s where I spotted my friend, sitting silently, mesmerized by the breathtaking sunset. Our eyes met, and I noticed his lashes were damp, his eyes red and weary. We exchanged a fleeting glance before he suggested we get out of here and go there, gesturing towards the picturesque view and the adjacent field. I agreed, thrilled and ready. We attempted to leave, but the commotion inside the house hindered our departure, forcing us to remain.

Later, I stepped outside to breathe in some fresh air. As I gazed up at the night sky, I marveled at the stars as well as Jupiter shining brightly. The celestial beauty was interrupted by the sound of a train, a special one that transported passengers to a different dimension at the end of the line. My curiosity was piqued, and I boarded the train. I met two girls there, with whom I became fast friends. At the end of the ride, we disembarked in a dark, muddy field, unsure of what to do. I attempted to reboard the train, but it seemed to elude me, and my friends’ efforts to assist me were thwarted in a strange, inexplicable way. We walked into the dimension, eventually arriving at a peculiar village. The residents appeared normal, but in reality, they were cunning scammers. A powerful and feared mafia gang controlled the town, manipulating everything. Legends spoke of an evil demonic spirit that periodically possessed a vessel, igniting murderous rage. As we arrived, the sky was a deep purple-pink hue, still dark, with lights and music filling the air like a carnival. I stumbled upon a house, aware that another family gathering was underway, even in this alternate dimension. I didn’t question further and sought the back door, hoping to find my friend and escape.

I spotted my friend from before, the one I wished to run away with, and without a word, we slipped out to explore the city, talk, and enjoy each other’s company. He confided in me about his troubles, but just as he was about to open up, the music suddenly warped into a creepy sound, causing some people to die. The villagers blamed it on the curse and the demonic spirit, claiming the hunt had begun anew. Amidst the chaos, we stumbled upon a broken carousel, where our reflections stared back at us from the metal bar. He complimented me, saying I looked beautiful. For a moment, my heart skipped a beat. Then, we noticed a car with a man in the front seat, taunting us. He was one of the scammers, flaunting his luxurious vehicle. My friend got angry, and he argued with the man, eventually punching the seat’s head off. However, things escalated rapidly, revealing that the entire scene was a setup by the Mafia boss, who had been searching for a suitable vessel to provoke. The boss had planted a connected bomb at the head of the seat, which would detonate if anything happened to it. Unwittingly, my friend had killed the man. The music glitched again, and more killings occurred, with my friend, now possessed by the demonic spirit, responsible for the carnage. Covered in blood, he was unable to think straight, but I knew the truth. The sky turned red, and a towering, blood-drenched figure stood before me, confirming my suspicions. And then, I woke up…