Quietly reaching up, sliding one hand against the sleek stone, his dry, cracked lips tremble muttering quietly, ‘Oh my God, oh my God!’ Faintly heard screams of agony echo in the background, an insane ungodly laughter echoes louder, paralysis spreads immediately through his bones! A ghostly brusque comment followed, ‘Oh my God, oh my God, common reaction!’ The famous Beethoven’s Moonlight sonata began to play! Yelling out, Abram sits upright, ‘Who are you, where am I?’ The haunting voice replied with a memorable deep laugh, ‘Far worse than Hell, I can assure you! Silence, there coming!’ The faint rolling sound and rumble soon stopped, staring straight ahead, his blurred vision adjusts to dim lighting. Abram knew whatever it is, it stopped in front of those steel doors! An electrical blue light consumed the outline of the doors, blazing violently, feeling a slight shock as the currents diminished his fear …show more content…
Shala raised one arm flashing her hand around while the other is laid firmly upon her hip, ‘Mr. Geoffrey, obviously you missed the message from the presence of your environment. Unfortunately, we cannot make this mistake known!’ Retaliation verbally expressed, approaching Dr. Shala, ‘What the hell, are fucken crazy? Whoever you people are, apparently have no idea who I am!’ More than enough guns pointed directly at him, prevented closer contact. Egotistically smiling, Dr. Shala faded away without further reply while her companions held their weapons pointed at Abram. Observing the small box car they entered, sophisticated, able to attach securely around the opening, high tech panels eliminated various lights, therefor running on electric rails. There is nothing else he could have done as those doors sealed his fate. The faint sound rumbled into the distance. Angrily Abram scream’s, ‘Who are you? Where am I? Speak, damn it!’ Laughter, evil and ghostly that of a maniac taunting him, followed by a grisly voice, ‘Mistake? Every breath they take is a
“The shadows are of grotesque and menacing form” “The night is filled with inhuman voices like cries in the
I look at the wooden door opposite of me, I walked towards it and pulled the iron door handle and walked towards the dark abyss before me as I once again head out to challenge the
Objectively, the 91x 73.5 centimeter abstract shows what can be perceived as a human like figure. The figure appears to be positioned on a ramp, evocative of a bridge of some sort. The figure can be interpreted as emotionally unstable, as it exhibits a facial expression and hand placement that mimics that of one screaming, as the title implies. The figure’s ghostly eyes are wide open as well as the figure’s mouth. The face appears very extremely clammy and pale. There appears to be two other
A clanking noise can be heard from the hallway with the double doors, as the lights flicker in that hallway.
observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony!
Indeed, I can quite understand the effect, for the sounds disturbed even me, though I was some distance away. It was now after the dinner-hour of the asylum, and as yet my patient sits in the corner brooding, with a dull, sullen, woe-begone look in his face, which seems rather to indicate than to show something directly. I cannot quite understand it (108).
Going to Hell does not sound fun. Neither does getting your house burned to the ground. Anne Bradstreet lived in New England during the 1660’s. More info on her. Jonathan Edwards was a preacher who lived in Connecticut during the 1740’s. More info on him. Although having your house burn down and going to Hell do not seem to have much in common, they share more attributes than one might think.
Throughout the history of mankind, the subject of death and the afterlife has been a highly fascinating topic. Each culture and religion has their own ideas of what the afterlife consists of. The Greeks believed in Hades, where the Christians believe in Heaven and Hell. One of the more fascinating concepts however, is how each of these cultures use Hell as a propaedeutic for good behavior. The idea is, that if you behave well, you will gain a better afterlife. Though it has been used as a propaedeutic for thousands of years, many today believe that it is an outdated and wrong way to influence good behavior. Many atheists like Christopher Hitchens, highly disagree with using such things as a propaedeutic. “To terrify children with the image
His anger suddenly dissolves into utter surprise and suptefied curiosity. He must have stood this way, still with the bench raised for what seemed a frozen eternity. What are they, whose are they, where did they come from, who wrote them? Slowly he lowers the bench back at the piano, gently and absentmindedly, unable to move his wide eyes from the music strewn across the floor, moving his eyes from one piece to the other, slowly moves his hands across the fallen sheets, as though the floor was a ouji board, and he looking for some mystic answer. Simultaneously he selects a sheet and slowly sets down at the piano still in surprise, but now equally pensive if even amused. He begans to play one of the most beautiful compositions he's ever
“Hell-Raiser’s take out this century’s Super Bowl? Please. Now, pay up,” Eron scoffed, smoothing a large hand over shimmering copper hair. “And, quit throwing shit at the TV because you’re creating work for the lovely Rosalind here, and these,” he said, lifting one of her hands to his lips, “are better suited for other things besides working them to the bone.”
Somewhere back in your ancestry a family member thought it wise to make a deal with a devil. It 's not your fault, you weren 't even born yet. Unfortunately, while a deal with a demon is one thing, trading with spawn from hell itself is a whole other story.
What I’ve discovered, though, is that there are a lot more of us than I had previously thought. In all actuality, I was pretty sure we were the only ones even sent here in the first place. But, I am commonly left out of the planning so it’s not surprising that I was clueless.
A personal favorite of the earliest of the Marvel magazine SSOC contains: "The Abode of the Damned". Adapted from the Robert E. Howard's El Borak short, "The Country of the Knife" by Buscema, Montano, and Thomas. In which Conan infiltrates this den of bandits surreptitiously, guised as a Zamoran thief, "Shirkuh". Magnificent artwork by Buscema captures the brutal swordplay as the mask of deception falls away. Followed by the weakest link in the narrative; the edition of a supernatural element.
The Inferno is a classic novel that tells of Dante’s journey through hell and his rise to purgatory. The book was written by Dante Alighieri as the first part of his Divine Comedy. This trilogy consists of The Inferno, Purgatory, and Paradise (heaven). Dante Alighieri’s The Inferno was a literary inspiration that depicts the beliefs of Christianity and the flaws of human nature through the use of Homer’s, Virgil 's, Milton’s, and Shakespeare’s writing styles. In order to understand this book one must first understand Dante Alighieri’s background and time period.
With a loud screech and a grinding of metal, the thick steel door swung open revealing a dark, damp tunnel that led downward. Quickly, Axus rushed down the narrow path to another door. This entrance was much like the first, but the outside was not coated in a thin film of rust, like the one before it. Axus jammed his thumb into the green button next to the door, and spun around as the opening behind him started to close. The bright lights from the city above were extinguished as the door slowly creaked shut.