A rainy night. Voices spiraled in my head as I sat near my window just listening to the pouring rain hit the glass in front of me. Although I barely listened to them anymore, times had gotten tough lately after my father left me alone. That asshole. He abandoned me when I needed him the most! He left one night to "get firewood" and he never came back.
I mean, sure, I was 18. I can take care of myself. But at the same time, I can't. Not with these voices running around my head. Sometimes they got so bad, they gave me migraines. He knew I wasn't ready to be on my own. He KNEW and he STILL left me.
I sighed, digging my sharp, cracked nails into the slightly healing cuts along my arm. I opened them, tearing slightly into the flesh and watching as blood dripped down and onto the wooden floor. I liked the warm feeling. It shut up the voices.
But, out of nowhere, a new voice broke me out of my concentration. It sounded like my father! Did he come back for me?
Grabbing my jacket, I raced down the creaky steps. I grabbed a flashlight and flicked on the patio lights. I unlocked the front door and stood on the wooden deck, looking out and squinting my eyes. It was dark and extremely foggy from the rain, and the droplets themselves weren't helping my vision. "DAD?" I called out.
Silence. Maybe I was imagining it?
Defeated, I turned to step back inside.
"Don't leave me," a soft voice called out from deep in the woods. It was Dad's. "Tina, don't leave me out here. Come find me, please."
Reluctant, I sighed. "Dad, stop playing around! I don't wanna get wet!"
A few minutes of silence before he answered. "Please, Tina! I'm stuck!" He called back to me, his voice strained.
Frowning, I turned on my flashlight, racing into the woods. "Keep calling, Dad! I'm coming!" I yelled. The rain splattered onto my jacket and my sweatpants and grey sneakers got muddy and wet from the rain puddles along the dirt path.
"Over here...!" His voice called. Oh, he was so close to me! But where?
I stopped in a clearing. Dead trees swayed from the strong winds, their heavy branches creaking. Dead brambles and thorn bushes circled all around the clearing except for the way I came in. I whimpered. Where was Dad?! He was right here, I was sure of it!
As soon as my mind began to think it was all part of my imagination once again, an extreme, painfully loud siren blasted throughout the night. It popped my ears and I felt a warm substance beginning to trickle down from them. I shakily reached my hand up, collecting it and shinning my flashlight on it. Blood. Rich and dark red.
Something hard shook the ground below my feet, knocking me over. I dropped my flashlight and it rolled away in a puddle. Yelling out, barely hearing myself, I scrambled to it. I snatched it, slowly raising my arm as two giant boney legs stood in front of my small figure. Slowly and carefully, I shone the light up higher.
Something I had never seen before. An approximate 40 foot tall figure, with flesh pinned right against its bones. It was too dark to have seen it through the trees. But here it was now, reaching its large hands towards me as a muffled siren blasted from the two speakers replacing its head. They were both attached to a pole with wires strangling around, this pole being its neck.
I screamed and got to my feet. But it was too late. The large hands had already engulfed me. I was risen up high, I felt sick, vomiting out of shock and absolute pure terror. My head and neck poked out, staring up at the teeth hidden inside the large speakers. They were yellow, stained with blood. They were flat, however.
My body suddenly felt a sharp, twisting pain. I hadn't realized the creatures fingers had gripped both halves of my body. It began tearing. My throat ripped out a bloodcurdling cry as I felt my body being split in two.
My vision faded into nothing right as the last thing I saw was one of the mouths opening and a long tongue curling out and around me, swallowing what was left of my split body.
