Pure Creature (The Witcher)

JANET

I have a kind of demon that bothers me. Yeah, he chases me. He talks to me and only I can hear him. Besides, I've already seen it. He is an entity without a physical body. His voice is deeper than a male voice, which enters my mind. This being is a frightening giant shadow. The blackest shadow I have ever seen. I'm referring to an evil presence that only reveals itself at night, when it feels strongest. He whispers that he wants me and that he will feed on me. In fact, I discovered that his biggest fear is light. I... in fact, my family and I found out that this monstrosity was afraid of light when he attacked me, the year I turned 13. The first night I went out with my friends, I was getting home when he hit me. My parents heard my screams and ran to help me. They turned on the lights and that made that monster move away from me. It was at this exact moment that my family believed in me, that I had a demon chasing me, that it wasn't just voices in my head. I still remember the pain he caused me. It was more painful than a burn from a flame. However, now I'm 23 years old and I don't have any scars to prove that this happened. For this reason, I never went out at night again and when a relative goes out, they stay under the lights and stay away from the shadows. Just like, everyone has their own flashlight. However, I am immensely afraid these days, given that he grew and became stronger with the shadows of the dead, that's what he tells me. He is thirstier and says that I won't be protected forever. Including threats involving my family, who could be put in danger because of me. To be honest, I've tried to distance myself, to leave, but my parents say I'm not going anywhere because they want to help me. However, no one has any idea how to combat it and I fear for my little sisters, as they are still children. Lately, it has been getting worse, the house shakes with its accumulated fury. No matter how far I am from the windows, I hear him shouting in my ears. Once, he managed to manipulate me in my sleep. I walked, sleepwalking, towards him, fortunately, my mother stopped me from approaching the door. So I'm locked in my own house and I just want this to end. I'm starting to get tired and I don't know what could happen if I gave in. Sometimes he laughs. He mentions that I am like a scared little mouse, who will be caught in his mousetrap.

A few nights ago I woke up with a start. I dreamed that I was in a forest and an explosion of lights burst in front of me. The nights after that, I dreamed about a man. Always the same man. A unique looking individual. A tall guy with incredible white hair. What fascinated me most were the yellow eyes. He also had scars, probably a warrior. However, I considered that it was a new trap of the devil, who intends to possess me. However, I feel fury and not a hint of ambition, because I am about to be cornered. I felt his ambition before, when he took hold of me, the night he manipulated me.

Recently, dreams have undergone a change. I see an old house in the forest. There is a certain emotional attachment. I think I know that home. I have been there before, or is it because I dreamed so many times that I received this illusion. My instinct tells me I should go there. I do not know what to do. Nobody will let me leave the house. But I will find a way to solve this problem. I will flee during daylight and return before dark. It might be worth taking a chance, once in a lifetime.

I couldn't resist the temptation to prolong this urge and I climbed down through the window very carefully. Then I tied a rope to the tree branch outside, I hurt my hand jumping, but I'm fine. And yes, even during daylight, I was very afraid of the possibility of being chased or attacked. I took a deep breath and my journey was guided by my sixth sense. In front of the forest, panic invaded me. The tall trees were threats to me, I avoided them and walked through the illuminated space. The palms of my hands sweated regularly. In fact, it was difficult to stay focused. I ran away from there as fast as I could. I increased the pace, without looking back again. After returning, I had some trouble going up to get into the house. In my room, I fell to my knees as I caught my breath. My mother was suspicious of my behavior, but she didn't say anything. At night the devil was happy, the laughter was abundant.

"So my little mouse was outside, huh?" He boasted in my mind. "Yes, my little mouse, I know you were here! I can feel it!"  It repulsed me.  "Don't worry, I'll taste you! I promise!"

It was unbearable to have to hear his voice. It didn't have any effect if I covered my ears. It took me hours to fall asleep. An incalculable dread filled my thoughts, just because of the perspective that could be controlled.

I woke up in the early hours of the morning, with my mother holding my arms. It was my screams that woke her up. I heard her informing my father that I was delirious because of the fever. Furthermore, it felt like I was trapped in an empty place, where I heard the devil's infinite laughter, constantly repeating and echoing. I felt suffocating and begged him to stop. Maybe I could call it luck, when the fever disappeared and I fell asleep with the arrival of dawn.