His Secret

A Glimpse

As the days go by I feel my world dull more and more. Tree leaves fall and days are prolonged. I cursed the gods, but they had the last word. I know now, I will never ask for help.

I startle myself awake as I do every night. My candle has long since burnt out; the nails I set to drop and awake me have fallen cold on the floor 'so much for that' I think to myself. I still feel heavy and sleepy, my body begging me not to move. Nevertheless, I pull myself from bed and begin my night with a good old hunt for a snack.
I step outside and feel the cold wind on my skin. The moon always felt so inviting to me. My feet move almost on their own. The cold stones under my feet are even almost enough to fully wake me.

Step

Step

Step

They echo in the distance but I know deep down that those steps are not my own. I'm too tired to think, or am I just lazy? My thoughts begin to wander and mingle with one another.
I feel my breath suddenly catch in my throat. Something is here and it's not happy nor entirely human, yet all was calm. Until. I feel a cold hand slowly crawl up my chest. I quickly step back and begin to look around. I swear I heard it laugh at me. No one was there. I was all alone, just like before. Having enough of whatever the hell that was, I go back inside.

It's so dark I can barely see.

I reach for a candle and match only to find there is none there. 'God damn it' is all I can think before a crash echos through the cabin.
"Who's there!" I call out into the darkness. Reaching for my knife, I begin to move forward. The handle is cold yet familiar. A simple hunting knife made of silver. "Show yourself coward!" Suddenly a hand is on mine, keeping my knife in its sheath. I freeze. It grabs my chin and slowly forces me to face it. It's eyes are a deep unnatural purple. Their almost.... hypnotic. I feel a slight pressure on my lips and I suddenly feel tingly, like there's butterflies all over me. Then it's gone. I'm left alone in a cold, dark room; again. Although I'm shaken, I find myself wanting more. My body is touch starved and my mind yearns for someone to fix it.

A bed has never felt so cold and... inviting. As I settle I begin questioning. 'What was that? Who was that? Do I really want more?'

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Sleep comes naturally as my eyes flutter close. My dream is nothing short of horrifying. It's eyes stare into my soul, and it steals more then just a kiss. Tied to a chair and gagged, I can do nothing but let silent tears roll down my face.
It uses my own weapons against me. Cutting and burning me. Yet I begin to yearn for more. What is this thing? What is it doing to me? It leaves the door open. Just to taunt me. But do I want to leave?
He even unties me. Letting me walk free if I so choose.
I do

I walk to the door, my steps echo in my mind and yet it's warm breath is still on my neck.
It slams it shut

The wind yells at me from outside my door.

I sit by the fire to try and stay at least a little warm, even though I can feel the cold of my blade by side. Even if it's just my imagination, a knife is always a good "just in case". The wind howls and seeps through my empty wooden walls. A branch scratches one of my windows 'I thought I cleared all that brush?' I even see shadows out of the corner of my eye, just out of view.

*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*

Something slams against my door. The wind is strong but is it capable of that? I stand up and slowly make my way to the window to look out. Yet again a dark shadow just disappears from my view.
"Don't be scared" A voice whispers. It sounded as if it came from the sky, or right behind me.
"Who's there?" I ask the air
"Shhhh, just listen"
"Show yourself!" I draw my knife "I'll fucking stab you, I swear." It begins to chuckle
"Can't hit what you can't see..." Suddenly the air cleared, wind calmed, and the sun came out. I readjust my grip on the blade and open the door. Carefully walking around the cabin, checking every corner and dark area carefully. 'Maybe I'm just hearing things'

Pin pricks emigre all over my body. I feel as if I'm on fire. The all to familiar feel of steel against my skin as it gets dragged. It's voice in the back of my head. Telling me all these awful things. It again leaves the front door open, showing me again how I truly am helpless. I begin to doubt myself more and more 'Maybe I deserve this. Am I a bad person?' I want to just sit here and accept my fate.