What can this smell be? Are you having a sweet dream? Hahaha."The laughter made me smile in my sleep. I saw my wife in his dream after a long time. This goddamn smell! I coughed twice then she disappeared.

A foul smell filled my nostrils. Every time I sniffed in the smell, I had to resist the urge to vomit. I opened my eyes and blocked my nose because smell was unbearable.

I threw the blanked aside and stepped on the floor. The room was dark so there was no way to find source of the smell. I had just walked few steps when I tripped over something and fell face first on the floor.

I stumbled back on my feet after thinking I had dropped pillow to the floor in my sleep. I had done it multiple times before. This time could also be no different.

I held my aching forehead and switched on the light. Then turned back to put the pillow back on the bed. I felt like earth was moving below my feet. I fell down after the sight.

A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

A rotting corpse of a kid was inside the bedroom. The body was all muddy and was stinking. However, I made guts and turned the body around to see its face.

I saw the similar face with mouth wide open where insects and worms were crawling. The opened up stomach was proof he was the same child whom I had seen being killed in Markeenz.

But what frightened me more than it was a letter near it which read:

Dormer refused to do what I had said. He hadn’t mentioned he had got this corpse with letter of mine. Now whether you want to do it or not, you will do it. Meet me in Markeenz if you don’t want this to go any worse. And believe me, there are worse things than this. There always exists the worse on the other side.

"Satan wrote me this letter!" I gasped and looked at the corpse. A dead person had never been so scary to me before like this.

I knew it. The man who was behind this wasn’t a human. So I thought it was better thing by not arguing with him.

Depression had taught me what it was as dreadful as death itself. Now Satan was about to teach me that about many other worse things than death.