The Last Writer – A Terrifying Historical Horror Story

📖 The Last Writer – A Terrifying Historical Horror Story 👁️‍🗨️

In the dark heart of 17th-century France, a young boy named Reax Accer discovers a forbidden book written in blood and curse. As he begins to read, shadows whisper, pages breathe, and the ink starts to bleed. Each word he writes pulls him deeper into a nightmare where the writer becomes the written.

This isn’t just a story... it’s a curse that feeds on your fear. Once opened, it never ends.
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Place – France, Year 1672
Author – Reax Accer

In the southern part of France, in a small village called Brive-le-Château, there lived a boy named Reax Accer.
He was only twelve years old, yet his eyes carried questions far older than his age.

Every evening, when the sun went down and the village children ran through the fields laughing and playing —
Reax sat alone, staring at the sky, wondering:

“Is there a place where dead souls go?
Do they see us… or do they still live among us?”

His parents were simple farmers. Their house stood at the far end of the village — from there, you could see a distant mountain often covered in heavy mist.
That mountain was known among the villagers as Mont du Silence — The Mountain of Silence.
But in truth, it was never silent — at night, people said they could hear crying from its slopes.

Chapter 1: The Night That Never Ended

From childhood, Reax had been fascinated by stories of ghosts and curses.
He would sit with the village elders for hours, listening —
sometimes about a spirit that rose from its grave,
sometimes about a curse that destroyed generations.

Slowly, those stories became his obsession.
He would wander alone to the cemetery, even at night,
staring into the eyes of dead animals and wondering if their souls still lingered nearby.

Then, one night, a rumor spread across the village —
on the far side of the mountain, where the old graves still half-sank into the ground,
a dead man could be heard crying every night.

People whispered:

“It’s the spirit of a priest who died fifty years ago —
he cursed his own soul before death.”

When the wind blew hard,
his weeping could be heard across the fields —
slowly, softly… as if death itself was whispering.

Curiosity consumed Reax.
He wanted to know who that man was, why he wept, and why he still hadn’t gone.

He asked his friends to go with him,
but everyone refused —
some said their mothers were sick, others swore never to leave home after dark.

Reax was left alone.

Chapter 2: Fire and the Spirit

That night was cold.
The sky was thick with clouds, and the village was drowned in darkness.

Reax’s mother warned him:

“Don’t step outside until we return.”

She and his father went toward the direction of the screams.
Reax stayed home with his little sister, Elisa,
who was barely old enough to walk.

But time passed,
and the sounds grew closer —
crying, shouting, and the crash of breaking things.

Reax’s heart pounded.
He tied Elisa to his back and stepped outside.

The fog was so thick he could barely see a few feet ahead.
The noises came from the mountain’s side.

As he drew nearer,
he saw the villagers gathered around a burning house.
The flames had turned into red smoke.

And then…
a man flew out through the door.

He hovered above the ground,
his face completely burned,
but his eyes still glowed —
bright red, like blood.

People screamed and scattered,
but Reax stood frozen, holding his sister tightly.

The man floated in the air for a few seconds,
then shot upward toward the sky —
and suddenly fell back down,
as if someone had thrown him from above.

But before he could hit the ground,
he stopped —
hanging just inches above it.

Branches began to grow from the earth,
twisting upward around him.
They wrapped tightly around his arms and legs.

Then came the sound —
crack… crack… crack…

Every bone in his body broke,
each snap followed by a scream that shook the night.
Fire flashed from his eyes,
and a storm of ash rose all around.

Suddenly, his neck snapped —
one sharp click.

He was dead.

The villagers sighed in relief —
but then,
the branches forced their way into his mouth,
and his entire body turned into black smoke.

From that smoke emerged another shape —
even more terrifying,
even more monstrous.

He was no longer human.
He had become something else.

He attacked the villagers,
tearing through them like paper.

Some he disemboweled,
some he crushed,
and from some, he tore the heart out — laughing.

The village became a sea of blood.

Reax and Elisa hid,
but the creature saw them.

It moved toward them.
Reax looked into its eyes —
and everything went black.

Chapter 3: The Silence of Morning

When Reax opened his eyes,
the first rays of sunlight touched the charred remains of the village.
Bodies were everywhere.
The smell of smoke and death filled the air.

Half the village was gone.
The children his age stared at him through the dust and ashes —
their eyes empty,
soulless,
as if they had returned from another world.

Then came the sound of hooves.
Strangers rode into the village.
They seized the surviving children,
some they struck unconscious.

The last thing Reax remembered
was Elisa’s scream —
and then darkness.

Chapter 4: Within the Locked Walls

When he awoke again,
he was in a dark, rotten room.
The wooden walls were damp and decayed,
the air thick with the smell of death.

His hands were bound with iron chains.
On the wall in front of him, something was written:

“Le dernier écrivain — The Last Writer”

Then he felt it —
a breath behind him.
Slow, cold, heavy.

Someone was there.
Someone who watched his every move.

Someone who knew
that he was no longer just a boy —
but the only witness of that night.

And now that witness had to finish the story…

Because some stories aren’t written with ink —
they’re written with blood and souls.

🔥 Not the end… but the beginning.

(In the next part — “The Last Writer: Blood of Silence” —
Reax discovers why he was left alive,
and who connects him to the spirits of Mont du Silence...)

The Last Writer: Blood of Silence

Place – France, Year 1673 (One year after the night before)
Author – Reax Accer

Chapter 1 – Beyond the Walls

A year had passed.
But the screams of that night still echoed in Reax’s ears.
Every morning, when he opened his eyes, he saw the same walls —
rotting wood, iron chains, and the words carved into the surface:

“Le dernier écrivain — The Last Writer.”

The place looked like a prison — but it wasn’t.
It was a secret underground chamber,
where the children who survived that night were kept.

Only four of them were still alive —
Reax, his little sister Elisa, and two others —
Luc and Aimée.

Several times throughout the year, they would hear strange noises —
footsteps scraping behind the walls,
something being dragged along iron,
and sometimes… a whisper:

“Write... write... or he will return.”

Reax was now thirteen.
The innocence in his eyes had turned into a deep, silent awareness of fear.
He observed, counted, listened —
like a writer trying to trap death inside words.

Chapter 2 – The Mark of Blood

One night, while the others were asleep,
Reax noticed something red dripping from a crack in the wall.
It was blood — but cold, not warm.

As it fell onto the floor, it formed into letters:

“Mont du Silence — has awakened again.”

Trembling, Reax touched the wall.
And then… it moved.
Slowly, the wall slid backward.

Behind it was a dark corridor.
The floor was made of old wooden planks,
and along the walls hung human skulls.
On each forehead, a single word was written —

“Writer.”

Reax understood — he wasn’t the first.
There had been others before him —
and every one of them had been called “Writer.”

But why?

Chapter 3 – The Mountain’s Secret

Reax, Elisa, Luc, and Aimée walked down the corridor.
Old paintings began to appear on the walls —
a priest standing on a mountaintop, summoning a spirit.
Beneath it, words were written:

“1670 – Pacte du Silence”
(The Pact of Silence)

The inscription said that the priest had sold his soul
to the shadow of Mont du Silence,
seeking life beyond death.

His spirit returned every hundred years,
bringing with it a trade for the souls of the living.

The priest’s name was —
Father Alphonse Delier.

He was the same spirit Reax had seen
emerging from the burning house that night.

Chapter 4 – The Returning Spirit

Suddenly, silence fell.
The air turned cold, and the corridor seemed to breathe.
The skulls on the walls began to crack,
and smoke-like threads drifted from their empty eyes.

The smoke gathered together
and shaped itself into a human form.

It was the priest —
the same face, the same red eyes —
only now, there was a smile on his lips.

“Reax...” he said softly. “I chose you.”
“The others were made from my words... but you... you were born from my story.”

Reax stepped back,
but the air had already bound his feet.

“You were born the night I burned this village for the last time.
You are the final page of my unfinished book.”

Elisa screamed,
but her voice vanished — stolen by the air itself.

The priest raised his fingers,
and words burned into the air:

“Blood of Silence.”

Blood began to drip from the wall.

Reax’s body trembled.
Visions flashed before his eyes —
the village, the fire, the flying figure, the trees, the screams…

And then he saw it clearly —
the flying man wasn’t human at all.
It was the priest’s reflection —
a cursed being, no longer alive,
a writer of dead words,
returning each century to create another “Writer.”

Chapter 5 – The Final Chapter

Despite the terror, Reax reached into his pocket
and pulled out a broken pen —
the one his father had given him.

He wrote on the floor:

“I will not write your story anymore.”

The moment he finished,
the air roared, the walls shook,
skulls fell from their hooks,
and the priest’s figure began to shatter.

“You don’t understand, boy...”
“If you don’t write, I’ll make you write!”

But before he could finish,
Elisa grabbed the trails of blood
and drew a cross on the wall.

The priest screamed —
the walls burst apart,
and red light flooded the entire cellar.

Reax, Elisa, Luc, and Aimée ran out.
Behind them, a voice echoed:

“Every Writer must finish his story...”

Chapter 6 – The Words That Live

They reached the middle of the forest.
The fog was still thick,
and the air still smelled like burnt flesh.

In Reax’s hand was the same broken pen —
but now, its tip carried not blood, but black ink.

He whispered:

“The story isn’t over...”

And then the pen began to move on its own.
In the air, a sentence appeared:

“The Writer never dies.”

Final Line

Reax understood —
he was no longer a child.
He had become the next chapter in that spirit’s book.

Now, every word written by his hand
carried death, a curse, and the blood of silence.

Because “The Last Writer” was alive again…
and the world was about to read his next story.

🔥 Not the End… Next Part —
“The Last Writer: The Book of Graves”
(Where Reax discovers that the pen he writes with
was made from a human bone —
and now, he must decide
who will be the next to die...)

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