The breath sent chills down my spine. It froze me, in fear and temperature. I heard a small whisper longer into my ear. "Why Aleece, You can't get rid of me." I restrained myself from screaming, and tried to fight back with words. "I can do it." "No you can't." With such a great fear, I intended to reply. No words made it out my mouth. It was as if the demon read my mind. "Because it's to late, I'm already in your head."
I felt someone grabbed my wrist and pull me to the ground they held my wrist so hard, it began turning red to purple. It felt so numb. It dragged me up the stairs in a full sprint. I thought being dragged down the stairs was bad, being dragged up was even worse. I screamed and cried for help. But through my screams, I couldn't hear anyone call back.
I was dragged into Ralphie's room. I couldn't help but scream and cry."Amelia! Please! Help me!" I was banging on the door, and viciously twisting the knob back and forth. In an instant, I felt something grab me by my arm and pass me through the air. I could almost touch the ceiling. I ended up on the other side of the room smashing Ralph's desk lamp. My head snapped back against the wall, and began to bleed.
Someone was banging on the door. "Aleece!?" It was unclear whether it was papa or Tommy. Who ever it was they were trying to help. I attempted to rub to the other side if the room, but I was pulled backwards. I smashed my head on the wall once again. It bled more. "Please!" I screamed. Crying my eyes out, I got up and tried one last time. If it didn't work, I'd stop. I sprinted towards the door.
Finally, after what felt like endless attempts, the door swung open. The demon must have been real angry. He took the brown clock hanging on Ralph's wall and chucked it at Tommy. Papa shielded me and Ralph. The clock hit Tom right in the head. With tears streaming down my face, I ran over to to him. "Tommy!" A small shard of glass was causing him to bleed. It was lodged in his cheek. I looked at the clock. Apparently it was 2:23.
He shooed me, convincing me he was alright. We ran into Amelia's room. Papa and mama were holding hands. A look of worse fear than what me, Ralphie and Tommy were experiencing. Papa fell on his stomach, and mama kept hold of his hand. Both of them, like dominos, were dragged down the stairs. "Just go Aleece!" Papa screamed as he was tumbled down the staircase and into the living room.
Tommy picked up Ralph, and grabbed my hand. We tried to run into the other rooms. The rooms doors were all wide open. Which ever one we tried to run to, would slam in our faces. The only one left open, was Amelia's.
She was sitting on her bed. Just staring at the wall. She lifted her legs over the side bed, and stood near the window. "Mel? Stop this now, I know you're stronger." She had tears running down her face. "It's not me, Lee. It's the devil." Her head shook violently. She argued with herself. She screamed at herself. "I'm fine, I'm just joking." She'd say, then she'd debate with her words. "No I'm not, I'm dying! Im dying! He's gonna kill me." Back and forth she'd fight. After a good five minutes of constant confusing commotion between her and herself, she fainted.
There was only one person who could help us right now. I ran down the stairs to the phone, and dialed Mr. Foresters number. He was over with in ten minutes.
Mr. F burst through the front door. "Aleece!?" He called. I told him I was in Mel's room. "Help us!" He rushed up the stairs and ran over to Tommy. "What's going on?" He asked. He looked over at Amelia lying lifeless on the cold floor boards. Tommy squeezed my hand. "That's it."
He picked up Amelia and ran down the stairs. "Aleece, Thomas, go get the parents." He snapped, grabbing Ralphie from Tommy's trembling hands. We nodded in unison, and called out for my parents. My heart was beating out of my chest.
"Mama?" I yelled. My voice bounced off the walls of the house. "The closet, honey." I ran into the kitchen closet. Mama and papa were stashed within, mama crying through her weak, sunken eyes. We ran out of the house. Didn't even bother cleaning anything, getting anything, or doing anything.
Mr. Forester got us a small hotel room. He had a priest come by and bless the house. He even blessed Amelia. Me, Tommy and Ralphie all managed to stop by the church. All I could do was cry for the next two days. I dreaded the fact that I'd have to go back to get our stuff.
Oh boy, the devil was real. There was no denying that now.
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Demoni
HorrorDemoni is Italian for demons, In which the spirit that took over her immigrant families new home. not only is there demons in her home, there's the devil himself.