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A Broken Finger
墨書 Inktalez
I want to share something very terrifying. I found a severed human finger in the bone soup my mother served me, and it was even painted with bright red nail polish.
But that was clearly her finger... I didn't dare to ask her; I was too scared. So, I started to observe her, only to discover something even more horrifying.
Day One
The sky today is very strange, a blood-red hue stretching across the horizon, dim and lifeless, as if the air itself is filled with the scent of blood.
A faint layer of crimson mist envelops the ground.
As I waved my hand, it seemed to mix with some wet, sticky red substance.
The usually bustling streets during rush hour were eerily silent.
Only the occasional sound of "pat—pat—" echoed with mechanical footsteps,
And the pedestrians moved stiffly, their expressions numb, walking like marionettes on strings.
I had just finished work and stepped out of the office to see this bizarre scene.
The surrounding mist grew increasingly red, and gradually I could no longer see my environment clearly.
What should have been a busy evening was terrifyingly quiet, as if I were the only person left in the world.
I turned on my flashlight and quickened my pace,
"Bang—" It felt like I bumped into someone.
I quickly apologized, but as I looked up, I saw a pair of eyes so red they seemed ready to bleed, almost touching my face.
"Ah!!" I screamed and took a few steps back.
I finally saw clearly that it was just a passerby with a pale face, suffering from Red Eye Disease.
He stared at me numbly for a moment before turning and disappearing into the Red Mist.
Before leaving, he seemed to glance back at me, a stiff and eerie smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
I touched the goosebumps on my arm and quickened my pace home.
As soon as I got home and opened the door, I began describing today's strange celestial phenomenon to my mother.
"Chop chop chop—" The sound of meat being chopped in the kitchen answered me.
I found it a bit odd; my mother should have finished cooking by this time.
So I walked toward the kitchen, and the closer I got, the stronger the rich aroma of bone soup became.
Peeking into the kitchen, I saw my mother fiercely chopping at a piece of meat on the cutting board with a cleaver.
Upon closer inspection, I was shocked to find that it was an arm!
Blood was flowing all over the cutting board.
"Ah!!!" I screamed in fright.
"What’s wrong?" my mother asked me.
I opened my eyes; there was no arm, and the kitchen was clean and tidy.
"Nothing..."
My mother stood by the stove, stirring with a ladle in the pot, her smile stiff and eerie, eyes closed, lost in delight.
Her appearance reminded me of the strange passerby I had bumped into earlier.
I shouted anxiously, "Mom! What's wrong?"
My mother didn't respond; she maintained that smile as she brought the soup to the dining table.
"Come on, it will taste bad if it gets cold."
A bowl of light yellow soup was placed in front of me, and I looked at it without touching it.
While my mother went back to the kitchen, I stirred the soup in the large pot with a ladle.
Suddenly, a finger painted with red nail polish was pulled out by me.
I desperately covered my mouth, suppressing the scream that was about to escape.
After taking the soup bowl and pouring its contents down the toilet, I returned to my room.
I instinctively locked my bedroom door and lay on the bed, my mind filled with that finger from earlier.
The red nail polish and the scar on the finger...
That was clearly my mother's finger...
...
My mother knocked on the door, asking why I wasn't eating. I forced myself to suppress my fear and made an excuse about being too tired from work.
In the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up from a nightmare, just as I was about to get up to go to the bathroom.
I felt something was off; it seemed like there was a chilling gaze watching me from the darkness.
A cold sweat broke out on my back.
I hid under the blanket and quietly lifted a corner to look outside.
In the darkness, the bedroom door that I had locked was slowly opening a crack.
Two red, sinister eyes were staring at me, unmoving.
The red pupils glowed with a bloody light in the dark.
When I recognized the owner of those eyes, I could hardly suppress the scream that rose to my lips.
It was my mother.
She was staring in my direction, extending her pointed tongue to lick her lips.
In the darkness, I could clearly hear the sound of her swallowing.
And before she left, there was an uncontrollable, excited roar...
It was a sound that belonged to something not human, a sound of seeing a delicious prey...
I closed my eyes and pretended to turn over; the cold sweat on my back soaked through my clothes.
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