I hum a lullaby as I rock the small infant in my arms. The soft pastel colours that accent the room makes me feel warm and happy. The baby babbles in the yellow blanket it is wrapped in. It slowly falls asleep and I place it gently in its crib. I smile as I stare down at the innocent little being. So pure, and full of life. I only wish I could be like that once more. I turn to the door and walk to another room. This one isn't as colourful as the nursery. In fact. It is rather dull and depressing. The walls were an off shade of white and the very little furniture was a swamp green. An awful sight to say the least. The paint was starting to peel off from the walls and the couch and chairs had stains that covered them almost entirely. The carpet was not much better only instead of a green colour, it was grey. A single window is the only source of light, but since today was a rainy day, it wasn't much help.
The baby began to cry and I turned to the direction I had just come from. Odd. I hadn't closed the door, but it was shut. I went to open it, but it wouldn't open. I tried again, the same result. The baby's cries became more urgent and I began to panic. I desperately try the door once more, this time it flew open.
I was immediately struck with the putrid smells of blood. I looked to the floor and saw my feet in a poor of sticky red liquid. My eyes flew toward the crib only to see the same Crimson liquid dripping to the floor. Running to get the baby, I'm faced with a grotesque sight.
There lays a bloody dismembered child with slashes on its stomach, it's intestines flowing out and the heart resting off to the side.
The eyes had been removed and the mouth had stuffed with what appeared to be its liver.
I tried to scream, but nothing came out. I was in pure shock. How could someone do this to a baby? It had done nothing wrong. It's innocent little life ripped away. I felt myself become dizzy and soon I couldn't compose myself and I hit the floor as things went black.
I woke up in the same room, only it had looked the same as before. The cute pastel colours were bright and happy. No blood stained anything. The only difference was the baby wasn't there.
I heard more crying, so I followed the noise. I came across another door, this time it wasn't locked and opened with ease. I was met with a plain white room with no windows or furniture. Just walls covered in the ugly off white, but in the very centre of the room was a small pink blanket. I went and picked it up only to find a little baby girl. Her eyes the most beautiful shade of blue. I stared at this gorgeous child and wondered how something could ever be so perfect. I was completely memorized by this creature, I was frozen and nothing could make me take my eyes away.
Her face started to morph, instead of the face of a baby, is was the face of a demon. Her blue eyes darkened until the turned as black as coal. The skin cracked and turned a rotting grey colour. All the warmth coming from the blanket was now colder than ice, still I couldn't put her down or take my eyes away. The harder I tried to look away only made the child, or what was once a child, look more evil and demonic.
The feeling of acid started running through my veins. The crippling pain was unbearable, yet I still gripped the child.
Draining my energy, my life. That's what it was doing. Though I fought against it, I could tell I most likely wouldn't win the battle. I fought and fought until I just couldn't any longer.
My body went limp and my mind went blank.
I had lost. It was over. The demon had taken me.
"Oh just wake up already"
Oh. Alright. I'm still here.
