The flashbacks kept recurring as he lay in his bed, trying to fall asleep. His eyebrows furrowed, sweat gathering before pouring off his forehead while he whimpered. She was coming back. Coming back for revenge; to get him, just like he got her.
She was fast asleep, not a single sound coming from her frail body, her young skin incandescent against the black of the night. He staggered towards the bed, his hands shaking as he pointed the knife towards her. Everything went blurry, his vision unclear as his eyes filled up before finally, he let the tears escape. He got closer, closer still. He wished that she was further away, so that he wouldn’t have to do it so soon, but she wasn’t. She was only a metre or two from him and it was all happening too quickly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into the darkness, begging for forgiveness for a sin he had not yet committed. But the girl was asleep and his protests went unheard.
Then it all went so fast. It was like a blur, not reality. Before he knew it, he was by her bedside, looming over her like a shadow, a shadow that would never go away… a shadow in the gloom that should never have been there. His arm was raised, the silver glinting in the moonlight and then he brought it down at the speed of light. She opened her eyes, milliseconds before it hit her and they widened, cold and scared. The once clean metal no longer shone and in that instance, he knew it could not be undone.
The man’s eyelids fluttered before shooting open, alert and prepared for the danger. But it wasn’t necessary. His room was empty, and it was only when he shut his eyes that the daunting image of her lying there, staring at him with her innocent blue eyes, appeared. The perspiration was dripping from him and his breathing had quickened. His entire being felt drained of life and he gave in to the wave of sleep to cover his exhaustion.
However, someone had other plans. A cold chill shot around him like a bullet of ice, waking him up again. Dim light cut the room in half as it spotlighted the wall, escaping from outside through a tiny slit between the curtains. It was dark, but the man could just make out a small shadowy figure at the foot of the bed. He shot up, switching on his light which echoed off the walls. It was gone. Whatever it was, it was gone.
The night ahead was restless and he tossed and turned in his bed, mouthing words not even a lip-reader would be able to comprehend. His eyes were half open, fighting to stay awake and safe whilst his body protested otherwise.
Sunlight surrounded him, though the curtains were closed. Yawning, he stood up and flung them back. The trees were blowing gently in the breeze and a couple of children were kicking a ball around in the field across the road. Pulling on his clothes, the man left his house to clear his foggy mind.
As he strolled across the bridge, he looked out across the field, watching the children play. Suddenly, the sun dipped behind a cloud and everything fell significantly darker. Split, splat. Rain? How could it be raining? Split… splat… split… splat, split, splat, split splat split splat. Heavier and heavier. It seemed to have come from nowhere. The girl playing football screamed and ran inside, closely followed by her friend. He heard heavy breathing behind him.
Then he screamed. A little girl, stood barefoot on the bridge wall, was towering above him, knife in her hands. She mouthed the words ‘I’m sorry’ but her satanic expression said otherwise. She jumped, throwing the knife towards him and he toppled over the edge. The girl grinned wildly, her shadow smothering him as his heart leaked into the water.
“It’s time you met Death. I know him well, and now, so will you. Oh, and it’s deeper than it looks.” She giggled. But the murderer was dead and her laughter went unheard.
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