Demonic Torment - Ronnie Radke

Three

I got in my car, driving as fast as I could to work. I cant believe I'm actually late to work. I'm never late.

When I approached the dim lit restaurant, I rushed inside, tying my apron around my waist as I ran. When I got inside, I clocked in, running to find Caitlin.

When I found her, she looked relieved. She handed me the leather notebook to take orders and told me to start at table 15. She was technically my boss, her being a manager and myself being head waitress.

When I walked over to the table, I saw a family sitting there, like, a big family. Grandparents, parents, and children. I hate big orders but it'll be good for tips.

I smiled at them, "thank you for coming in today, my name is Kelsey, I'll be your waitress today, what can I get you guys started with?"

The little girl, maybe 9, started, "Um, I just want the Mac and cheese," she said. I nodded, writing it down.

"I want the..."

Their voices were blurred, I was too focused on the man I saw across the restaurant standing in the corner of the room. The man from last night. I swallowed the lump in my throat as he stared at me with a menacing grin. Can anyone else see him?

I nodded at the child, writing down what I think he said. When I finished the whole tables order, I walked to the back. I handed Caitlin the piece of paper and leaned against the counter.

I pulled my hands to my face, rubbing my eyes. Could anyone else see him? Was it only me? Caitlin stared at me, confusion on her face.

"Caitlin I can't do this today, I need to go home," I said, giving her the notepad.

"Why?"

"Please, let me leave," I said, glancing at her.

"You can but I need a reason to write down for district," she said.

"Tell them I puked on a customer," I said, walking to the front door.

I left, getting in my car and driving home.

When I arrived at home, I walked in, locking the door. I threw my purse on the couch and went to change. While I was changing, I felt him. He was here, watching me.

"I hope you know I can sense you now," I said, continuing to change.

Suddenly, I was on my bed, my back slamming into it with extreme force. I let out a cry. I opened my eyes, seeing him on top of me, his eyes black. I stared into them, somehow mesmerized by them.

The longer I stared at them, the more I felt myself drifting into a trance. My father appeared through my eyes, looking furious. I screamed, crying as he walked toward me. "Stop! Stop! Make it stop!" I cried.

His eyes closed as he looked down, the vision going away. I heard him mumble something before getting off of me.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked, still crying.

"I'm not doing anything, I'm incapable of doing what I was ordered to do," he growled, the whites of his eyes now appearing.

"What were you ordered to do?" I asked, wiping the tears off of my cheeks.

"That's none of your concern," he walked closer to me, his face inches from mine.

"No, you're gonna fucking tell me-"

"Shut your fucking mouth," he gave me a death glare, making my body coward backward. "If you want to live, you'll stop talking."

With that, he was gone again. I stumbled backward, falling onto my bed. God, what is happening to me.

I grabbed my phone, calling Kyle.

"Hey, Kelsey," I could feel his smile.

"Kyle, hi, um... do you wanna grab some lunch? I really need to talk to someone," I said.

"Sure, is everything okay?" He asked.

"Not really, but we'll talk about it in person," I said, "the usual."

"Alright, I'll meet you there," he said, hanging up.

I sighed, going downstairs, grabbing my purse, and heading out of the house. I got in the car, driving to the little diner all of my friends and I went to.

Approaching, I parallel parked on the side of the street. I was never very good at it but I didn't care, as long as my car wasn't going to get hit. I got out of the car, locking it and walking inside.

I saw Kyle sitting at a booth by himself in the corner of the diner. When he looked up and saw me, he stood, giving me a smile. I walked over to him, smiling as I sat.

"So, what's wrong?" He asked, sitting across from me.

I looked around the diner, trying to find him, but I couldn't. He wasn't here. "What would you do if you kept seeing something that you don't know is real or not?" I asked.

He stared at me, "I'd probably seek psychiatric help." He chuckled.

"Kyle, I'm being serious," I smacked his arm.

"Seeing a psychiatrist wouldn't be a terrible idea," he shrugged.

"Not terrible but I'm looking for some actual words of advice," I said.

"Well, what is it?" He asked.

"A person, a man that appears in my room, typically at night," I answered.

"A guy is in your room at night," he said, "every night?"

"It seems so," I answered.

"Does he talk to you?"

"Yes," I said.

"The fact that he talks to you makes it seem real but I don't think there's any way a man could be in your room every night without being caught," he replied.

"True," I said.

We continued talking and eating our food. We talked about how our days were going and our plans for the weekend. Kyle was always the one I was closest to, always has been. He was handsome, but I saw him as a brother, nothing more.

I stood, giving Kyle a hug and thank you before getting in my car and driving home. When I arrived, I went inside, locking the door. I didn't sense him. Where did he go?