Velvet Welcoming ( Short Horror Story )

The story

October 17, 2003 2:14 AM

     You may think I'm absurd for writing an entry at this hour. I thought a long

time about what I am about to do,  I've chosen to go through with it. I'm going to let this creature have me once and for all. You're probably confused; this is why I am up at this hour writing this to you. So the truth can finally be revealed, to save others..

          Since I was about 15 I often felt watched, cold and not alone. Most of that time was spent in Seoul, Korea, though I was raised in Britain. I was perfectly “normal”, had friends I was popular and pretty. My black silky hair reached my waist, with sparkling hazel eyes, a skinny figure and I was kind of short. Some days would go by and as they did, I became restless and ill-tempered. Tapping, clicking of pens, it all annoyed me. My parents started to notice, but I'd just excuse it as stress from my exams.  It lasted for about a week before I was back to my “normal” self. I carried on as usual day by day, week by week. One night I had returned from school late and headed straight to my bedroom. As I was letting sleep fall over me, something wasn't feeling right. I shook it off, resettling myself in my bed. As I lay there, a smell filled the room; it was putrid. To this day, I can’t describe this smell to you; nothing can compare to this smell. Just as the smell was set off, a hushed whisper sounded in my ear. I quickly sat up, wide-eyed, looking for this person or intruder, but of course. No one. You may think this is child-like of me; I had gripped my duvet so tightly pulling it over my head, my knuckles were white. Maybe it was my imagination, yes, that could have been a reason for hearing and smelling that. That thought was gone as soon as I felt something trailing my leg. My first reaction was to look under my blanket. Timidly, I started lifting my covers. At this point I had started to think maybe it was pocky, our cat. More at ease I pealed back my duvet. Oh how wrong I was to do that. So very naive. Expecting to be greeted by my cat I was really only greeted by the most sinister sly smile I have ever witnessed. Crooked, jagged teeth and that retched smell again! My breathe had hitched in my throat, but I'm surprised I hadn't passed out after I trailed this, things face.

   Its eyes, such a velvet red it could have been entrancing. Its face was small, shriveled almost. It seemed to have open wounds trailing its cheek, but only centimeters away from its mouth was open flesh. Oozing black and red causing a trail down its lengthy neck. As I looked to my leg I saw a hand, fingers almost as long as five inches, boney and frail looking. The nails, that may have been the worst; they were dark and long, tinted a disgusting corpse-like grey. As I examined it, it seemed to be doing the same to me. Its grin getting wider. That had been the last I saw of it before I let out a far too long held in blood curdling scream. 

    It had been like that for months after. I finally had become too tired of crying to try to sleep. I knew what would happen if I did. It had been a few months after until it finally did something besides torment me. I had noticed right away that nothing was happening. It wasn't anywhere in sight. I finally took it as a goodbye, that it was done. That night I slept. In the morning I was greeted by a scream I can never forget. I ran to it, to my brother’s room. My mother was on her knees crying, in her arms was my little brother. I won't describe or tell you what had happened to him. It would be cruel of me to burden you with such an image. It was so gloomy those days. It was sad the months after.

   Years after, nothing’s changed. By the age I am now, 20; my mother didn't change. She's quiet now, no longer boisterous and loud with laughter. As for my father, he acquired an alcohol addiction. I decided to move out after that. If what happened to my brother was due to that vile creature, I wouldn't let it hurt them too. I'm now renting an apartment by myself. So many nights I've cried and screamed when the creature would appear in my bedroom. This time my mother could no longer come and hug me tight and hum little nothings to keep me calm. My father could no longer scare the monsters away.  That's all I think about as I lay in my room at night. I looked over at my clock-two fifty eight. It seems to always appear at three. I plan on confronting it, to tell it to leave.

    Velvet. That's all I think of when I see it's piercing red eyes. It's jagged teeth and decomposing flesh exposed. I'm tired of looking at it, when I close my eyes, when they're open. "What do you want?" I ask it, venom lacing my tongue. It just stared at me. "Why are you doing this?" I ask. No response once again. "Why? You vile creature!" I yelled. It responded only with a small sly smile. Before vanishing, it whispered "I'm here to get.. You." I sat there dazed. Not only had it spoken, but it's here for me. It took away everything I cherished, just to spite me. Then I gave up.

   This is why I am writing this right now. To show my defeat, to expose this maniacal thing. I figured it would come for me the same day this started first. It's now two fifty nine. It's sly smile, that's what I hated most. That's all I see when I close my eyes. It's here, staring with velvet eyes as I write this, goodbye.

- Formerly yours, Elizabeth M.

                                                                  October 17, 2003 3:03 AM.

_________________________________________________

Please give some feedback :) should I make chapters, keep it a short story? 

-Lena