The Curse of A Lifetime

Chapter 38

SARAH

I always thought I knew what sleep paralysis was, and what it felt like.

My throat tightens all the way until I gasp for air and the machine next to me alerts the nurses I can't breathe. When they come over, they push some liquid into my veins and the beeping noise stops. The suffocation is the worst. My body stiffens and my head becomes warm, the blood from my head is being blocked off the rest of my body making me lose vision.

Fear takes over me. I scream and scream until there is no air left for me to use. I gasp again, but this time no one comes to rescue me. There is no sound coming from my mouth as I plead for someone to do something. I just lay here in the white hospital gown.

Once the fear settles in, I begin to panic. Masses of bodies surround me with needles and large clipboards examining me.

They have never seen this before... After they all disappear again into the hallway, I see the yellow dots all over the ceiling. My eyes adjust to them, but consume me with every inch of power they can.

Helplessness is the last effect. I can't move, nothing I do will make me move.

When we lived in Minnesota, the entity would do this sometimes. Most of the time, it would add vivid dreams of me killing my family one by one until I am covered in their blood and organs. It hasn't done it, yet. Soon, I can feel it.

I can feel its presence in the room whenever my mom or dad is in there. I want to tell them to leave for their safety, but they always end up staying.

Carter came by yesterday to tell me the police found Beck's body.

A fisherman was gathering his lines from the shoreline and saw something through the ice. At first, he thought it was a huge fish or a tarp, but he soon saw her frozen dead face staring straight at him.

He said that the police were keeping the case private for the family, but I know something they don't. How she died. I figured it out and I do intend on telling them. I think that is why the entity is doing this.

It wants me to suffer in agony until it is finished and then leave me here all alone. A little teenage girl to suffer without anyone, but the cold memories.

No, here it is. I feel the heat rising towards my face. It is strangling me from the inside out, 'help' I want to scream. Instead, I lay here waiting to pass out unconscious.

They're all going to watch me...

Every single one of them is going to watch me rot in here and none of them are going to save me.

Yellow, all I see is yellow and then I see black. Following the raw scratching feeling, I move my gaze to the side of the hospital caged room and scream.

CARTER

The option to kill my self is limited. Burning fire ranges from my chest and into my throat. I feel the blood pumping in my veins.

"Huh," sore knuckles sport the broken bloody glass on the inside of my truck on the driver's side door.

Angry looking, savage maybe, is probably what most people say about me right now. Not that I don't agree, I just feel like I could be more angry.

I want to be more angry, I want to break every bone in my body. If it meant Sarah, it would be okay. Her brown locks wrapped around my arm as I pulled her from the ground.

"GOD DAMN IT!" I pull the car door open and slam it shut. How does this happen? What do I even call this? Is this all from a stupid demon that haunted her in the past? How does any of this even fucking exist?