I'm here. Let me in.

2- Help

It was inside. It was with my screaming sister. What did I do to deserve this?

I frantically banged the door just as the thing had done to us earlier. I tried to break it down with my shoulder but it wouldn't budge. Forcing the handle wouldn't work either.

I sobbed and screamed, I kicked the door hard and shock coursed up my legs as they panged with pain. I fell to the ground, head in hands.  I just sat on the gravel outside of my house, wailing and shedding all of the water I had left in me.

Then some reason returned to me and I hastily dialed the police. I couldn't recall the conversation as my head was numb and I didn't want to remember anything. The police would come in an hour.

That would be too late.

I screamed down the line, "MY SISTER IS DYING!" but they couldn't do anything, they were busy and I didn't even know what was in my house for sure.

I pissed off to the park for some unmeasured amount of time, sorrows weighing on my heavy shoulders. The moon was wide and stared into my face, not a care in the world. I lay on a wet bench and closed my eyes as water droplets brushed over them. That was when I heard a voice. It wasn't speaking to me but singing a familiar lullaby which I couldn't actually name.

I was enthralled in the beautiful, soft, feminine voice and gently came to a seated position on the damp, mossy bench. I stared into the trees; the source of the singing. I couldn't make out anything different. The trees were black and white and were fuzzing beneath the stars. My eyes were weary and still blurry from both rain and tears.

I was distracted from my sister.

I continued to scan the trees and they became more focused by the second. Then I saw two glinting white lights, side by side.

And then a figure gained the lights as it's eyes and I saw it's outline approach me, stepping to the rhythm of it's song. I was enchanted. I yearned for it to take more steps, and it did.

It walked until it stopped. And then, it disappeared in a flash along with it's tune. The silence broke my heart. 

The next second, I heard breath in my ear and felt chills on my neck. It was sat next to me. I slowly turned to face it and it began to sing again. This time, it had the notes of that lullaby but the words of an angel.

Love comes at midnight,

But the price to pay is the worst fright,

If you give us your life,

We will spare you from our knife.

The creature kept repeating the words in a charming melody. It's lights for eyes stared into mine and I began to make out blue freckles on it's malformed face.

It kissed me gently and I was under it's spell. Then it leant over to my ear and repeated the poem softly, without tune.

Love comes at midnight,

But the price to pay is the worst fright,

If you give us your life,

We will spare you from our knife.

Maybe it was midnight. The banging had happened at around twenty minutes to zero hours.

My head was twirling and I didn't decipher it's tune. I just wanted it to stay with me. It was beautiful. And soon, it took my hand carefully, making me feel it's incredibly soft but cold skin; the sort that warmed you up. It then raised my hand slowly and brought it to it's face, pressing it's cool complexion upon my fingers. 

But then, it's grip got tighter.

And tighter again. It's neck suddenly snapped up to look me in the eye. Where its soft lips had once been, jagged teeth protruded from its face into a huge smile. It's tender eye brows became sharp. And my heart sped up, pumping adrenaline fast.

I tried to pull my hand back but I couldn't. It dug it's nails into my hand, causing me to plead in agony.

"HELP!" I screamed into the empty park.

I whimpered and tried to kick the thing. And then even purer anguish. An excruciating feeling in the tips of my fingers. I shut my eyes to clear off the blurry tears and so when I opened them, I saw my two fingers, detached from my hand on the bench.

I called out, louder than I ever had before and felt my hand pulsating as I continued to stare at the muffled image of my bloody hand. The fingers had partially lost feeling but I could sense them burning at the same time.

I frantically rolled my neck around in desperate search of the creature that was gone from the bench; to my relief, it was nowhere to be found. But then, a noise then made my ears bleed. There were countless whispers panning from ear to ear mimicking the gentle voice of the creature.

"I'm here," one said.

"She's here," the other said in my other ear.

The whispers continued: I'm here, she's here, he's here, they're here. The sound crescendoed.

I frantically clasped my hands over my ears and pushed my eyes shut. I imagined the creature from back at the house. I imagined it's lips moving and saying that 'I'm here'. It wasn't real as the figure had just stared into my window but it seemed to form as a memory. I had eventually forgotten if it happened or not.

And then, as I cautiously opened my eyes I saw the moon glint off of a metal shard laying on the bench next to the bloody fingers. A knife. For a split second, I saw a reflection of the creature in the knife but as I rapidly looked up, nothing was to be seen. I must have dreamt that too.

I picked up the knife and a thought rushed in to my head; it was a good creature that I had seen and it knew what I needed. I then walked back to my house, knife in hand and was ready to butcher the thing that could've already killed my sister.