a middle schooler's creative writing assignment one shots

Tisiphone's Revenge (scary short story)

(i think the prompt for this one was to write a horror story with scary themed vocab words becouse it was october)

(not my dead name, lmao)

Period 6

Tisphone's Revenge

"This is it Tisiphone, are you ready?" the dark haired woman said, she wore a white silk dress that cut off at her knees and a macabre demeanor. She had a stern yet young face for her 3,213 years of age. Her skin was a pale purple and she had four catlike eyes scattered across her face. She hugged the girl she was talking to, kissing her on the forehead before letting go and looking her in the eyes.

"I've been ready since I was reborn" the blonde girl said looking up to the woman then she turned towards the mahogany door with the silver knocker in the shape of a lion. "You should shift before i knock, mom... they'll catch on if they see your demon figure before you turn to a dog"

"Right" and in the blink of an eye the demon turned to a golden retriever with a sticking out tongue

"Okay" Tisiphone took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She waited a second for them to come, and they did

"Hello? Umm are you a girl scout?" the man said after opening the door.

"Im you daughter" Tisiphone said

"What are you talking about?" the man said, his face was confused, and filled with fear.

"Im your daughter" she repeated. The wife came to the door wondering whats going on.

"What do you mean your his daughter? Darrel! What is she talking about?!" the woman said, believing this must mean that the man had a secret child, this couldn't be her daughter. The girl turned to the woman and said

"I'm your daughter, I'm both of yours. My name is Janice clarkeson." she didn't want to give her real name to them, just the name they had given her. Now both Mr .and Mrs. clarksons faces were frozen and horrified. The silence was unnerving and the Tisiphone's serious unmoving face wasn't helping. For a moment nothing was said until the dog barked and Mrs Clarkson noticed her.

"Who's dog is that? Why do you have a dog?" Mrs clarkson asked trembling. 

"Mine, she was a stray" Tisiphone replied simply

"This is a dream this is a dream" Mr Clarkson mumbled to himself over and over. He rubbed and pulled his face in a desperate attempt to wake himself up. Hoping to wake up and tell his wife of this terrible dream, then he would go to work after some breakfast, and once work was over his therapist would ask annoying questions like "how did it make you feel?" and "why do you think after so long you would have a dream of her again?" and he wouldn't be able to answer but at least he would know that the dream wasn't real.

"Hello? You people are so rude! I can't believe this is my gene pool! Won't you at least invite me in?" Tisiphone said angrily

"You are just a kid doing a prank, aren't you?! I don't know how you know of Janice but you arent her!" The woman pulled her husband into the house and slammed the door shut.

"Oh well, i'll do this the easy, boring way then"

That night Mrs. clarkson knocked on wood and slept with her lucky dice under her pillow,but her superstitions couldn't save her. When mr and Mrs. clarkson laid in their bed it was hard to fall asleep, the eerie mood was still there, and Mr.clarkson couldn't stand to be alone for more then a minute, but when exhaustion finally took over and the night was dark and cold Tisiphone was watching. Waiting for the right moment. Remembering her sixth birthday. It was the only thing she could remember from her human years. The crackling of the fire and the reverend's deep voice. The cheers, and the whimpers and the protests but it didn't matter. This what their lord had said to be done. That year all the daughters were to be killed on their birthday "and their parents would be spared, and have special place in nirvana for their great -yet small in the big universe- sacrifice". She remembered how as her father passed her to the reverend, how she protested, but her little body just couldn't get out of his grasp and she was thrown into the fire. The blood curdling scream she let out. When the pain was over, For a moment there was nothing but silence and every once in a while she would wake up and be fed by the nannies and play with the other demon children, but mostly she slept. Until her mother took her in.

"Now" she whispered

"Would you like me to accompany you?"

"No. Thank you, but i'm ready mother" with a wave of her hand the window was gone and she climbed through. She walked up to Mrs clarkson who was closest to the window. "You will feel my wrath, '' she said, barely a whisper, but it was enough to startle mrs clarkson awake.

"Wha? Whaaaaaaaa" mrs clarkson screamed, waking up her husband. She squirmed andsat up starting to cry. Tisiphone brought up the knife in her hand and stabbed mrs. clarkeson in the face repeatedly. Over and over and over and over. All mr. clarkson could do was stare, petrified. He looked like an apparition as he watched the morbid sight, desperately wanting to look away, but he couldn't. The demon woman watched contently as her daughter enacted her revenge. A demon of revenge first act was alway their own. After this Tisiphone will enact the revenge of the innocent, those who couldn't help themselves. You may call revenge demons bad karma, whether their act big or small, they are the universes punishers. They call themselves the avengers of the innocent, and the punishers of the guilty, they call themselves the order of vengeance, and Tisiphone is their newest member.