Deceptus

By Aleksandar Brence

A man finds himself trapped inside a manor on his regular day of work. He notices that a lot of unsettling stuff is going on, and he starts writing down his findings. He will find that nothing is as it seems and that this house has its own rules.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aleksandar Brence
• Release date: Oct 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005967109

Aleksandar Brence

Young Serbian poet and writer of short stories, with undying sense for horror.

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DECEPTUS

Aleksandar Brence

Published by Aleksandar Brence at Smashwords

Copyright 2021 Aleksandar Brence

1

If you are reading this, you fell into the same trap as I did! If the doors are still open, leave everything and RUN! Leave me, this notebook, anything you brought, just fucking run away and don't look back. But if they slammed shut behind your back, then that is it, your fate will be more horrifying than you ever thought. I am sorry to tell you this, but you should be prepared at least, unlike me. Well, I wasn't. And yes, I have no idea what will happen to me, I will write this, as I myself descend into all this madness. I will write it in as many details as my hands and mind allow me to. Think of this as my last words, my last flame that is dying, trying to shed just a bit more light. Just a last push to keep as little sanity as I have. Honestly, I do not know how long has it been since I've been trapped. Time flows differently here, time, actually, does not exist here. If you are still reading, that means that door did close. I am sorry. Now all you can do is embrace this. Do you hear it? The silence? Eerie for now isn't it? You my kinsman, better get used to it. I will not sugarcoat it to you, false hope is the worst friend you can have in a place like this, I will tell you: THERE IS NO ESCAPE. You can try, but you will just experience the same misfortune as I did. I will write it here too, but I am sure you will encounter it yourself. So yes, my story, well let's begin, shall we?

2

I am sure that what I did for a living is now so irrelevant, so I will spare you of that. And besides, I have never been good at storytelling. Bottom line, I was supposed to check this manor out, and I did, a routine in my job. As soon as I approached it, there was that feeling of oh hell no this isn't good, but I was trying to be rational about it. Like for real, has house ever hurt anyone?. The door-unlocked! Just perfect, that went smoother than expected. As soon as I opened those damned doors, the stale air went flying out of the house, like it was locked in time for so long. The dust cloud went past me, carrying an awful stench of old things like it too was trying to get away from this house. I entered past these moldy doors, only to stand still in the belly of the beast for a moment. A huge hall, stairs on both sides, corridors expanding seemingly endless to both left and right. A couple of pieces of furniture not moved out by the past tenants, laid covered by blankets and tarps. And then I've heard it. A loud bang! I looked behind and the