Demon's eye

Chapter 2: Horror

     "Are you ok, Opal?" She was sitting in my arms, quietly shaking. After a little bit, she nodded and layed back down on her bed.

     After making sure she was asleep, I quietly walked out and into the living room. We have a big house. Our living room is made up of light brown carpet flooring, tannish-white walls, and simple, but stylish decorations. Bookeshelves lined the left wall, and a fireplace stood in the right corner. Don't ask me why there's a fireplace in a house in Tucson, Arizona. Something must have gone wrong with the architecture.

     Three dark brown sofas were surrounding the back right corner around a box t.v. Pictures of our family hung on the walls where there was space. Curtain-covered windows glowed with the light of the sun. Suddenly, I felt a large, furry object thump against my knees. I looked down.

     "Well hi there, Alfa." My German Shepard looked at me with big puppy eyes with his ears perked up and tail wagging.

     "Yes, I know, you want your breakfast don't you?" His tail wagged harder and he made circles around me. I smiled and ruffled his fur. A fat orange tabby waddled over to me and rubbed his head on my shins and gave me a "give me food" look and mrowl. I smiled again, and I was about to pet my cat when I hear sobbing. Something was more eery than what Opal would sound like. Shivers went down my spine and my toes and fingers turned cold.

The sobbing sounded like barely a whisper. I turned around slowly, the cold getting almost too much for me to stand. I turned to face the hallway, and it looked as if it were night in there.

     Opal.

     I ran into the blackness of the hallway, not caring what happened to me. I don't know where either of my animals went, but I think they ran towards my parent's room. The sobbing increased volume until I thought my eardrums would explode. I looked into Opal's room and saw her lying on the floor, blood all over her nightgown. Above her, I saw a gaunt, bony figure floating. The figure looked like a girl in a white dress with green, wrinkled flesh, and her mouth looked like she was screaming. Yellow, rotted teeth were bared. What might be called hair was barely clinging to a greenish scalping black tufts. Her fingers were almost completely bone and her nails resembled more of claws. They were bloody. Don't look up, don't look up.

     When she turned to me, my heart almost stopped.