Congrats, You Were Chosen!

Part 3

Simion's POV

Waking up, I looked down at myself,  I was normal longer just floating bones but had flesh. Wearing my black shirt with white letters spelling out Old Navy on the front and the blue shorts I remember wearing the day I was killed. It was as if it had never happened, like a dream... Pushing my hands off the carpet I looked around for the first time. Mom's, this is mom's place, I thought, this is where she killed me... While walking through the house memories flooded my brain. Seeing the empty walls and the faint smell of mother's favorite citrus perfume I continued to walk up the stairs to my room. The floorboards creaked under my shoes til I got to the bedroom. Looking about, all my stuff was still in the same place as it was decades ago when-

Creak

Ducking under my twin-size bed I held my breath, they were here, the rest of them.
"Simion, we know you are in here," a sing song voice called through the  house.
"You know you can't hide from us," this was a different voice, it was deep and scratchy.
"We just want to talk to you hon," again, sing-song.
My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would explode. Every breath I took felt like the whole world could hear, they could hear... Their boots scraping across the floor downstairs echoed across the walls. I could hear them whispering downstairs but couldn't make out any words.

Thump, Thump, Thump

Holding my breath tears met my cheeks, my vision became blurry.
"Oh, poor Simion, why don't you come out? We just want to help you. "
They were coming this way, the thuds were getting closer... Turning my head I watched the door, only able to see the very bottom sliver from under the bed. They know, that I know everything. I know what they want me for. I know why they need me,... and I know the truth about Valista. She isn't a goddess, never was. They walked down the hall, only a few doors down from me, I swear I could feel them walking through the home. And then they stopped, their feet right at the entrance to my room. My muscles ached by how still I laid.

Creak

"Are you in the closet little one?"
Hearing the swishing of fabric as she moved my old dusty clothes on the hangers around to look inside. The man's boot stopped right by my bed, at this point my heart was going so fast that I was surprised I didn't have a heart attack. This is it, their gonna kill me...
"Gotcha!"
Said the man whose head was now under the bed with me. My screaming rang through the house,
"Let me go!! Get off me!!"
His strong hand wrapped around my twig arm and held me tight. Feeling the circulation being cut off my blunt fingernails tried to scratch his hand so he would let go as he slowly dragged me out from under the bed.
"Feisty little fella," he was bald and of average height with sun-tanned skin. Glancing at the woman with straight blond hair, pale skin, and brown dead eyes, she looked back at me.
"There you are little one," she said, "we've been looking for you."
Punching and kicking at anything I could reach he took his other hand and slapped me across the face. Bursting into tears, my face stung and reddened from the force of impact. My body went limp, the exhaustion from everything catching up to me. The man bent down and picked me up to carry me down the stairs through the front door. My brain felt like mush, like it had been chewed like gum and spat out. Watching his feet walk out the front door and around the house, we came upon the cellar doors. Opening the blue handles they stepped carefully down into the dark and dirty room. Looking out, candles were waiting to be lit with a silver butcher knife sitting right next to them.
"Alright, let's get this all set up shall we?"
Walking across the cement she picked the knife up and turned to me.
"You don't mind if we cut you right?"
This was what I was afraid of,... they were going to sacrifice me to the demon Valista.