Paralysis Scared Shitless- A short horror novel

The Whisper

           Eva had just started to set up her room. Sweat beads glazed her skin-- she had just hauled an entire twin sized bed frame up the stairs, and into the "cozy" room.

         "Do I really have to turn around and get the mattress?" She whined. She arched her back, in an attempt for a minimal relief for her aches. She had passed the doorframe, dragging herself along the rickety floors in the hallway, when she could've sworn that she heard someone whisper.

            "Eee- v- aaaaaa..."

            Eva's eyes widened, and she stopped walking, in an unfruitful attempt to hear something else being muttered. "Hello?" Her voice cracked under her breath. "Is anyone there?" She turned the corner- Silent. Until...

          "AAAAAAAAAAA" Samuel screamed as he jumped out of the corner, trying to contain his laughter.

          "WHAT THE FUC- DAD?!" She shouted back. "WHAT WAS THAT!" At this point, Samuel was rolling on the floor, snorting in uneven ways. I guess you could call it laughter. Eva stormed away, and went to grab the mattress. She wasn't used to having any more or less than ten stairs, which was the amount she had at her old house. There were twelve stairs at this house, so she routinely tried to step outwards.

       It was at this moment, he knew. He fucked up.

           A partial scream escaped from her lips before she blacked out, against the cold, unwelcoming marble floor. Of course Samuel couldn't hear her, due to his repetitive snorting. oddly enough, she heard another whisper as her hair licked the floor.

         "Leave."

In her unconscious state of mind

        Eva was floating in the ocean, face down, but somehow, she could breathe. Her body jerked at this- or at least she thought it did- she couldn't move a muscle. The salt of the ocean stung her eyes, yet she couldn't blink it out.
"What the heck is this?" She thought. "Where am I?" She wanted to scream but then, she froze. She heard a very familiar voice- One that she couldn't decipher the voice of, or conjure up a name from. It sounded like they were humming. Her eyes attempted to adjust, but the salt kept poking her eyes like acupuncture needles.
        Is this how I'm going to die? At least it's peaceful. She held her breath in an attempt to suffocate herself, because it would be better to do so than feel the constant pain in here eyes. The humming only got louder, and louder, until a white dot appeared in Eva's eyesight. This frightened her, knocking the held in air out of her. She was forced to breathe again, when she heard a gentle clap.

*Thud*

       Out of habit she attempted to blink, but this time, she did. When she opened her eyes, her eyes no longer felt as if they were being torn out of the sockets. Suddenly, she saw a face appear before which she fully recognized. She pieced the parts together and realized that that face, that voice, that long brown hair, that billowing white dress, those golden eyes, it was her mother, Kate.

"Mom?" She blurted out, thunderstruck. "It- It's really you!" She leaped towards the familiar figure, crying. Her own salt water created patterns with the thicker, and much larger body of it. It was steam in cold weather, fresh blood in water, delicate smoke patterns of a candle that had been blown out.
      She encircled her mother with her own, shaking arms. Clasping her arms around her mother's waist, her trembling face looked up to her. Warm hands cupped her face, soft and calloused.
"Eva, it's been so long." She spoke, lip slightly quivering. "Darling, how I've missed you." Her eyes sparkled as she moved her daughter's embrace upwards, so she could hold her tightly. Eva was speechless, and could do nothing but cry, for she was holding her very own, late mother.
"M- mom!" She buried her face into her mother's left breast.
"Eva, I've finally gained enough respect in the afterlife to be able to gain a spiritual form visible to you."
"What?"
"Nevermind- but you are in da-" She paused, her eyes widened in horror. On instinct, she shoved Eva out of the way, and squeezed her eyes shut.
       "MOM! NO!" Eva belted out, a mighty shout. A dark, smoky figure she saw, a toe disconnected to form a shank. Dark red liquid spiraled around the wound, forming a brand new set of joints. A spear of flesh and blood had been sunken into her mother's stomach. Blood spouted out in all directions, creating their own patterns in the water. Coughing up blood, her mother said one last thing to her daughter.
"Wake-... up."

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"Eva~ Eva!"
Bang!

"I need a doctor now! Her heart rate is rising rapidly!"

Eva rubbed her head and blinked rapidly to adjust to the light. When she could finally see again, she saw that she was in a bed other than her own. There was metal railing on one side of the bed. Behind her was a heart monitor, and a whole bunch of other contraptions for all sorts of medical reasons. Above her was a cream colored sheet, with a lingering smell of detergent. Surrounding her was a baby blue curtain- Cotton, she guessed. There was a yellow luminescence from outside of the curtain, and she assumed there would be a window and chairs on the other side of it. "Dad?"

"Oh, Eva!" He ran over to her bed, dramatically pushing the curtain to the side, tears streaming down his face. "I'M SO SORRYYYYYYYYYYYYY-"

Eva put her hand over his mouth. "Ouch- I think I just popped an eardrum. Also what are you thinking screaming in a hospital! At any moment a swarm of doctors could-" BANG!

"Is everyone alright!" Doctor one said.

"Yeah. Dad's just an idiot and probably needs to be in a bed more than I do." She replied. Samuel pouted.

"Meannnnnn..."

"Sir if you could please calm dow-"

"SHE'S AWAKE GOD DAMNIT HELP HER!"

"Sir. Do I need to call security?"

"I dunno! Maybe you do if they will actually do something to help my daughter!"

Havoc started breaking out. Three other doctors entered the room, and security was called.

Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump. Ringgggggggggggggggggggggg.... Eva winced at the noise filling her ears. The ringing started forming patterns of sound, and eventually, words. Sorry- hurts- only -communication- now- check- George- "I'm sorry it hurts... this is the only form of communication I can use for now. Check on George." Her eyes widened.

"Mom?" The room went silent. "That's it. Everybody get out! Please!" Everyone nodded. "And for the love of God, let go of my dad." The door shut behind the doctor, and the room was in silence one again, with the silent hum of the AC. She wept. She let out fifteen years of built up anger, frustration, and sadness all at once. Her body heated up, her face red and raw from all of the tears and wiping at it.

     "Mom... please don't stop talking to me." She said before she wept herself into a deep slumber, once again.