Demons Lurking in the Dark

Chapter Five

      I've spent my life trying to get revenge on Jack, never knowing how much it could hurt my family. I never thought my simple actions of just me hating him could do something so bad. THOUGHTS! Thoughts! Nice thoughts! I don't hate him. He's um, great!

      Nice thoughts. Think nice thoughts. Do it for your mom.

     I walked around my house and realized for the first time today that it was raining. The drops pounded against the windows and rooftops as thunder sang its deep song. It's funny how cliche these days always were. The sky was always dark and it was always raining. I felt like I was living in a movie. It was cool, except for the fact it was a movie no one ever knew existed and not staged.

     The smoke from Demarion filled the room and flooded through the rest of the house. I was happy it wasn't nearly as bad as when he had brought me to the underworld. I can deal with this for 24 hours.

    I began heading to the kitchen for some breakfast. Maybe I can try and get something in before I have to deal with everything else. I walked over to the pantry and grabbed my favorite cereal, a bowl, and a spoon. I opened the package and began to pour.

     "EWW!" I jumped back. Human eyes began pouring out of the bag, rolling onto the floor like globs of gelatin.

     I heard laughter coming from the back of the room. I took a deep breath before turning around to face whoever was there. Don't panic. Don't panic.

     I turned around to see a tall thin shadow in the doorway. I couldn't see any true features but these bright white eyes. No pupils. No color. Just blank white eyes. His body was almost skeleton-like. The rib cage was visual as well as every one of the other bones but a layer of shadow hid the bones beneath.

      "That was my idea," He creepily stated, as the wallpaper of my house began to slowly peel downward. Blood slowly spewed down leaving puddles on the floor.

     "That's going to be your mother tonight," Another voice said. I didn't even want to look at them. That one sentence was enough to make me want to ki- NICE THOUGHTS!

     I finally got myself to look at them. It was a girl. Long blonde messy hair, pale skin, and blood splattered all over her dress. She held a small doll in her hand that looked like a voodoo of my mother. She pulled a pin from her pocket and stabbed it into the doll's foot. She then pulled out another doll of me and stabbed the pin into its leg. I felt a sharp pain roll through my leg and fell to the floor, then a scratch up my back.

    The two began laughing.

     "Knock it off you too!" Jack's voice hissed. I looked around the room for him and jumped when I realized he was right behind me. "Do your job right!"

      "Sorry, boss," the two said. I narrowed my eyes at them. Just then smoke flooded the room again. For once I hoped it was Demarion but instead, I found myself alone. The fog was everywhere but the rain was still there. Water drenched my hair and pajamas as I looked around.

      A graveyard. Fantastic. I began to look around at all the stones. All of them looked ancient. The grass was barely trimmed and all the flowers that laid on the graves were dead and falling to pieces. The trees hung overhead, casting a deep shadow. I looked around at the place. I can't imagine living my afterlife knowing that everyone forgot I had even existed in the first place. No one remembers you even existed. You just abandoned. Left there to rot. It was a sad thought. Lucky for me, I'd never be forgotten. I'd always be known as that crazy kid who believed in demons. Who'll be laughing when they find out I was right?

      Suddenly I lost control of my balance, I took a step and fell straight into a deep hole."

     A cloud of smoke appeared over the hole. "Have fun, Landon!" A deep voice called out as the wooden box closed.