Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

"Welcome," he rasped, his voice a harsh whisper. "I see you’ve found your way into my domain."

His voice sent chills down my spine. Despite his monstrous appearance, he retained a semblance of humanity, enough to speak and reason. I struggled to find my voice, to plead for my freedom, but the words caught in my throat.

"Alaric," I finally managed, "why are you doing this? What happened to you?"

He leaned closer, his putrid breath washing over me. "Curiosity," he replied, a hint of the old Alaric flickering in his eyes. "I sought knowledge, power. But I paid the price."

He reached into his cloak and pulled out a small, ornate box. "This," he said, "contains my secret. The source of my power and my curse. If you promise never to reveal it, I will let you go."

Desperation clawed at my heart. I didn’t want to spend another moment in that cage, under the gaze of my former friend turned monster. "I promise," I said quickly, my voice trembling. "I won’t tell anyone."

Alaric studied me for a long moment, then nodded. He reached into his cloak again and produced a key, unlocking the cell door. I stumbled out, my legs weak with relief and fear.

"Remember your promise," he warned, his voice low and threatening. "If you break it, I will find you."

I nodded, backing away slowly. Alaric watched me go, his eyes never leaving mine. I fled from the shop, my heart pounding. The town seemed brighter, less oppressive once I was out, but I knew the darkness that lurked within.

I kept my promise, never speaking of the secret Alaric had shown me. The memory of his transformation and the horror of that night haunted me. The old shop remained, a silent reminder of the cost of forbidden knowledge. And Alaric, the undead merchant, continued his existence, trapped between humanity and monstrosity.

Though I was free, I knew that some secrets were better left hidden. The curse that had befallen Alaric served as a grim warning of the dangers that lay in the pursuit of dark and forbidden power.