Clap Clap

@Thestoryteller, many thanx for reading my ending. Glad you liked it. As for your questions,

No, the Unknowns did not knew the couple. They are malevolent, tortured spirits, so they’ll kill anyone they can. So, when they found the couple, they lied to them, they knew that only the wife was available and would pay instant attention, if they said, or rather clapped something catchy. The moment they got chance, they tried to kill her through the sharp stake.

I know they lied, being spirits but I personally would try lie, cheating, candy, anything to kill if I want to kill someone. ;)

And although I did not thought of connecting the couple’s lineage to Hitler, in my story Hitler and most of his followers escaped, it is very possible that one or more of the Nazi soldiers are somehow related to the couple. Maybe great great grand parent or such likes. ;)

I took some ideas from your ending @candyheart15712. Hope you won’t mind. ;) .
Guys I’ve made a lot of effort to write that ending. Pls comment your good bad thoughts on it.

I’ve got an alternate ending for this story. Here it goes-

The couple were sacred and sat crouched in a corner. The clapping continued, and the man forgot the count of how many there were. Finally the clapping stopped after what seemed like eternity. The man decided to scavenge the house for any kind of weapons to use against the unknown. While he was searching, he noticed that the writings of death on the wall were dry near the door but were still glistening near a wall. He assumed that whatever wrote it was near that wall recently. Maybe there was a secret way out, but he continued searching. He looked around but found nothing, only some newspapers, and some rotting wood. He was going to the wall when he heard his wife shriek. He ran to her and found her blabbering about something, and crying unconsolably. She had a wound on her cheeks as if some knife had barely bruised her and was pointing towards the door. He remembered that the door was shabby and had holes but now no light was coming through them. It seemed like someone was standing on other side, covering the holes. He dragged her off near the wall and when she calmed down a little, she told him that while he was searching for weapons, she had this conversation.
“Were you human once?”
CLAP!
“Were you killed here?”
CLAP!
“Do you want to kill us too?”
CLAP!
“Why? You don’t even know who we are… *sobs*”
CLAP! CLAP!
” You know who we are?”
CLAP!
” You ever met us?” CLAP! CLAP!
“then how come you know us?”
Just then she heard a creek on the stairs outside the door. She put her head on the floor to see what it was when she did, a sharp small wood stake whizzed just inches away from her head. She immediatly got up but before that another stake whizzed past her and bruised her cheek. The man dragged her towards the wall and began searching for a secret door lock or a hole or something like that when he felt that the wall was quite soft. It seemed like it was not made of wood at all. He gave it a powerful blow and it tumbled down. Immediatly, the cabin was filled with stench of decay and death. Then suddenly, outside the cabin, the unknown started to clap together. CLAP!!! It boomed throught the cabin. CLAP!!! The couple got so desperate that they ventured into that foul smelling room. There inside was a bed, some cooking utensils, a bookshelf with lots of books, a small table with few more books, and a rocking chair that had a rotting corpse on it. Maybe while the husband had teared down the wall, he had hit the chair cause it was swaying to and fro. His wife noticed that there was some blood on its fingers and some blood was oozing out of the place where the heart was supposed to be. The corpse was in such a bad state it wasn’t possible to imagine it had any fluid left in it. Suddenly, the corpse turned its head with a jerk and its eye sockets stared at them. Too shocked to move, the stared on as the corpse got up, and took the book from the table. He wrote something on it, then symboled the man to sit down. The man was reluctant, but when the corpse turned and stared at him, he gave in. One way or other, he thought he was going to die so, he decide to take chance. The corpse gave him a diary, opened at a specific page and then went back to rock in his chair. The man and the wife read the page. It told about a ritual that was performed by Hitler before invading poland. He had brought the Jews he had captured to that part of mountain and using some dark magic books, managed to conjure Satan. He traded souls of those jews for Satan’s assistance, but the ritual was that the souls of virgin humans was needed, something that Hitler had missed to see. The ritual went horribly wrong, and the Unknowns outside are the souls of tormented jews that were sacrificed here.

The diary went on telling how Hitler and most of his followers managed to escape with Satan’s help, but some of his followers got killed by the tormented souls. The only person that was alive at the end was a Nazi guard who wasn’t able to escape. He tried but the spirits who grew very weak in day still retained enough power to stop him from leaving. So he barricaded himself in that cabin that was protected by spells. The diary concluded by telling that in morning, they can escape cause the souls are very weak, but it cautioned them to be quick, because those weak souls are still powerful enough. Just as they finished reading that diary, they realized that the sounds of claps had stopped. They peeked out and saw it was early morning. They waited for full sunshine before dashing out and runing for the foot of hill. They ran hand in hand, and although they were stopped by few fallen trees and vines, they managed to escape the mountain. When they were far away, they turned to take one last look at the mountain when they saw, maybe thousands of people, in black dress, standing near the edge. It was too far to make out their faces, but not too far to see them disappear one by one.