A year passed with no news. I assumed the demon had forgotten about me. I still mistrusted people and did not want to connect with anyone. I continued cleaning at that woman's house, and she appeared pleased with my efforts.
But one day, as I was vacuuming, the demon appeared unexpectedly.
'Arabella, did you think I had forgotten about you?'
My heart raced as I tried to maintain my composure. The demon's presence shattered the false sense of security I had built over the past year. I shut off the vacuum sweeper and asked him:
"What do you want from me? Why are you tormenting me again?"
'I want souls,' he responded. 'I have been watching you, waiting for the right moment to strike,' the demon continued.
I asked:
"Why do you demons seek souls? I do not comprehend."
'Because this moves us up a level in our demonic dimension. Are you satisfied with the answer?' he asked.
"I am not going to do it!" I exclaimed.
The demon chuckled, its voice echoing through the room.
'You will, eventually. Resistance is futile.'
At this point, the woman came into the room and demanded angrily:
"What's wrong, Arabella? What is your problem?"
The demon glared at me with fiery eyes and completely controlled me. I swear that I was under his influence. When I saw the woman, I became enraged beyond control. I lunged at her, throwing her to the ground. She screamed. I took an object from a nearby table and struck it on her forehead to get her to stop talking. I hit her numerous times—I'm not sure how many—and she shut up. Her blood reawakened the monster within me. I drank her blood with passion. I felt both awful and powerful. I couldn't believe what I had done, but I couldn't stop myself either. The demon's hold on me was too strong, and I was lost in a frenzy of violence. As I fed on the woman's blood, I felt a surge of dark energy coursing through me. It was a terrifying and exhilarating experience all at once.
'I want her soul,' the demon declared.
I gripped her neck strongly. She recovered consciousness and pleaded:
"Help..."
Suddenly, I heard police sirens. Some of the neighbours must have warned them when they heard disputes and knocks.
The police knocked on the door. I had blood on my mouth and hands. After receiving no response, the police forced the door open and entered.
They witnessed the crime scene, and I was waiting to be hauled away.
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THE MONSTER INSIDE ME (#ONC2024)
Horror#ONC2024 Round two Ambassadors' pick. :D SHORTLIST ONC 2024 My prompt is number 3: Your greatest fear is monsters in the dark. The last thing you expect is to become the monster in the dark. Arabella Dagon was always afraid of the dark. In the dar...
