Rainy Day Short Stories

Demons of Mind and Body

My first horror story o.o

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There is darkness in this world. We all know it's there. We all know somewhere inside where it comes from. It is a lonely silence that many speak of, but few turn against. Very few take it seriously. It is our weakness, and our secret pleasure.

Once upon a time there was a young girl. For all intents and purposes she was a normal child. She had normal long brown hair and plain brown eyes. She was normal height for a girl her age, and her face was plain as well. Nothing strange ever happened to her and nothing strange ever would until the day she swallowed a demon.

This young girl had never been taught of the darkness. Her parents had never stopped to tell her what she should and shouldn't do. You see, they were scientists. To her parents there was no black and white or good and evil like in fairy tales. They wanted their child to find her own way in the world, no matter what that way was. Her parents believed that the world was full of grey areas. No evil, no good, just normal life.

The child had never been taught of prostitutes or alcohol or drugs... or demons. The child had no idea what it was that caused the air to go dark on a bright and sunny day, or what to call the storm that raged inside her and every other human in this world. She never knew of black and white, only grey. Her name was Isabel.

When Isabel came home from school with a demon down her throat her mother did not see the demon... All she saw was a young girl with black hair that had stolen her daughters face. The girl jerked every few seconds as a new unseen horror went down her throat.

"Who are you?!" the mother asked. "Where is my daughter?!"

"I have no name to speak." The girl said. Her voice was not of just one person. Many voices in many different tones crashed together into one. "I am called Legion, for we are many."

"Don't be ridiculous, where is my daughter?!" The mother asked. She didn't believe that the pale creature before her could possibly be Isabel.

The young girl did not answer. Shel took a step toward the woman, a slow smile creeping across her face. The grin was not a happy one... it was the kind of smile that would make the sun go black.

The mother knew somewhere inside that the girl that stood before her was not of grey. It was dark as the cold black night. The mother screamed a scream that no one would ever hear. All the while the young girl stepped closer and closer... There was a flash of movement, and in moments there was nothing left of the woman but blood and bones.

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The sky was black and the sun was gone... there was no warmth and there was no song, nothing but a cold feeling that Isabel had no word for. She could feel the presence of many creatures all around her but she could not see. She knew they were aware of her. She knew they would tear her apart. She understood that these were not of grey. They were black as the cold dark night.

"This is worse than any fairy tale..." Isabel whispered.

Isabel slowly sunk to the dusty dry ground. The darkness pressed against her like a curtain. It smothered the life out of her. In moments she was barely there. She was holding on by a thread. Her very soul was being forced out of its own body. She looked to where she was being forced to go and saw a darkness even colder and harsher and deeper than the one she already felt.

Isabel would have struggled if there was a single drop of hope left in her body, but there was none. No one would save her, and that was that. She was going to a place that even little girls who believe in nothing but grey have heard of. Hell.

However.... Not all horror stories must end in horror.

Light. Suddenly there was light all around her. It was warm and gentle orange light that chased the darkness away. It was a light that pulled her back to reality.

To say it was nothing but a dream that pushed Isabel to the borders of hell would be a little too fairy tale. It was a dream, but it was not as simple as that.

Dreams are very strange things indeed. They are mysteries of the human condition that cannot be fully explained. Sure scientists can explain away all the facts of the mind, but there is something they CANNOT explain. Why? Why do we have dreams?

Isabel opened her eyes slowly to see the dark figure of her father. She could see the worry in his eyes. She had been screaming in her sleep.

"It was just a dream darling." Her father said. He gently patted her on the head. "Everything is all right. Daddy's here and he will protect you from the world. There are no monsters in the real world..."

"But that's where your wrong daddy..." Isabel whispered. "There ARE monsters in this world."

"There is no such thing as monsters sweetie." The father said sternly.

"Yes there ARE." Isabel said stubbornly.

"There are no evils. Anything said to be evil is simply misunderstood."

With that the father stood up and left the room. He gently closed the door behind.

But Isabel sat wide awake in bed. She knew the truth. For once she didn't believe her father when he told her that there was nothing to fear. She knew from her dream that monsters existed. She believed the dream more than her own father.

I believe dreams tell us the truth about things. They may do it in ways that are impossible to understand, but they do tell us the truth. No matter how horrifying.

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9 Then Jesus asked him, "What is your name?"

"My name is Legion," he replied, "for we are many."

10 And he begged Jesus again and again not to send them out of the area.

11 A large herd of pigs was feeding on the nearby hillside. 12 The demons begged Jesus, "Send us among the pigs; allow us to go into them." 13 He gave them permission, and the impure spirits came out and went into the pigs. The herd, about two thousand in number, rushed down the steep bank into the lake and were drowned.

-Mark 5: 9-13