Demon's eye

Chapter 4: Rebirth

My sister's blue body started to turn slowly pink. As life began to brighten her silver eyes, Opal gasped and sat up quickly, coughing and breathing heavily. The wounds on her stomach began to close and heal by themselves.

Fat tears began to well in her eyes and pour down her cheeks and she began to sob loudly. My mother was by her side within seconds and was carrying Opal to her room.

"Mom! What happened?!" I wailed at her, but to no prevail as she walked at a brisk pace towards the hallway. My own hot tears began to well and drip silently to the floor. I was on my knees, covered in blood.

My sister just died.

And then came back to life.

What the hell just happened.

Once the feeling of my limbs returned, I slowly stood up. My proportions felt awkward and mishap. My eyelids drooped and I felt even heavier. I wanted to go to my mom's room and cuss her out for not telling me anything, but my legs seemed to disagree with me.

I flopped to my side and let blackness fill my vision.

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I woke up when the sun was just in the right position to shine in my eyes in the hallway. I grumbled, troubled by my dream.

Then I looked at my legs.

They were covered in blood just as they were when I thought my sister had died. I bolted to my mom's room and pounded on the door after looking in my sister's room and not finding my sister, but blood everywhere.

"Mom! Opal!" I screeched at the door until my father opened the door, flustered.

"Violet, what in the blazes are you doing?! You'll wake Opal up and ruin everything!"

I looked at him and before I could yell at him, he turned quickly and motioned me to come in. As I entered, I saw Opal hovering about three feet from the ground with a pale blue essence surrounding her. Her hair and bloodstained nightgown floated as if they were weightless. My mother was two feet away chanting something in a language I didn't understand. I looked at my father questioningly.

"You'll know soon enough." He lowered his voice to a near whisper and turned away. Seconds later, my mother stopped chanting and Opal was gently put down, sleeping like a log.

"What was that?" I asked harshly.

My mother shushed me and directed me outside. After she closed the door, she turned towards me and sighed.

"I know you have a lot of questions-"

"You're damn right I have some questions! My sister just died! And then came back to life! What was that thing that killed her?! What were you doing to her in that room? Why were you chanting? Were you doing some kind of ancient sacrifice thing?" With that said, she laughed.

"Sacrifice? No. Magic, yes. The thing that killed her was a ghoul. Yes, it killed her, and yes, she's alive. The thing I was chanting calmed her down and prevented her from having a panic attack. It also wiped her memory." I stared blankly at her, not expecting such a clear answer. I just thought it was ridiculous.

"Ghouls and magic don't exist." She sobered and looked me in the eyes.

"Yes they are, and believe me, I don't like saying that."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

She sighed, "I'm not going to lie, the burden of magic and knowledge isn't all bibidee-bopidee-boo. It's a lot more complicated than that."

I was about to open my mouth, but she put her forefinger to her lips and forced me to the ground.

I gave her a glare and was about to question her, but my mother pointed to the window and I saw the ghoul silently and slowly hovering towards our house. The Clifftons were outside mowing their lawn and the Adams were walking their dogs. Old Miss Ormay was right on the sidewalk in front of our house selling cookies. It was broad daylight.

Why wasn't anybody noticing an undead creature of the night slowly gliding towards our house?

I turned towards my mother. "Why can't anyone see them? It's right there!" I managed to whisper. She looked at me and mouthed "Later". I nodded and crouched down again. Soon, I myself felt the bitter cold emanate from the hideous creature. I heard it's ragged rasp of breath and its bones creak. It moaned as if it were going through slow torture. I both heard and felt it go through my home searching for something as my mother, father and I hid behind the door. My heart raced a million miles an hour. Where was my brother? Where are the animals? I hope they're all ok... I shivered when the frigid cold reached my bones. The hairs on the back of my neck rose and then...

Then the nightmare freaking spoke.

"Come out, come out, little doe, I can hear your heart beating."