The Parmon Mansion (BOOK 1)

Chapter 12 : Day After Death

An hour has past since the the ghosts disappeared. Our screams has come to a halt and an earpiercing silence filled the room. There where no birds and no crickets not even the sound of a fly as wee layed in the heap of flesh, blood and wood.

"You all okay?" Antonio asked turning his head to see who was still left. I shook my head no.

"Yeah looks like we are left, I think we should go to the medical wing now. We are all pretty fucked up." Michael stated and Damien remained silenced. He had a speechless emotionless blank face. After looking everybody over and realizing that one of us might die just of the injuries the memory of what had happened and the brutal mutilation of my brother and Charoline flashed before me. All blood and emotion left my face.

"What am I going to tell mum or even Charoline's mother. Am I even going to make it out alive."

My trail of thoughts where interrupted by a hand on my shoulder. I did not even move or react not even look at the person the hand belonged to.

"Buddy are you okay?" Damien said in a low gentle voice with that same look. I did not react I just sat there. My heart torn apart and my logic gone I had no way to make sense of this. Ghosts doesn't exist this is all a dream. My head and whole being went to deny that any of this was real. I shook my head and body at the thought of reality. My eyes welled up and warm tears started flowing from my eyes burning the wounds on my face as they rolled down my bloody face. I think my face looked worse then any of the ghosts, it was full of pieces of wood and shit smeared along with half decayed stomach contents.My emotional state was horrid and the smell did not matter or even bother me. The fact that my hand was squishing the small liver of my brother did not matter, the fact that I had Shit all over my face and head and some in my mouth did not matter, at this point nothing mattered there was no point in it getting better. As I moved my head to the side to get comfortable and start morning and sobbing I felt the weight of the chain around my neck move and this was the only thing that mattered. I did not want to look. My whole body did not want to move but it did and I scanned my surroundings looking for Charoline's head. I don't know what came over me but I started to make my way towards it, crawling and fighting the urge to collapse of the pain movement brought on. I ignored Damiens reaction as I got to the head and picked it up and bringing it up to my face. I placed her cheeks against mine and her ice cold face made me snap and threw the head away. It rolled before coming to a halt, face pointing at me, eyes still wide open and frozen in place. Her nice hair drenched in blood and other body fluids. I will never again sleep, that face will haunt me for the rest of my miserable life. Though I have seen probably one of the worst things a child could ever see, my brain has still not taken it in and I fear that it would all overwhelm me when it does.

The whole group was staring at me waiting for some reaction. Waiting for me to realize what has happened. I could feel their eyes looking at me, staring in awe as they wait, and pretty soon I did react.

I had pain throughout my body but my brain had only one thing in mind. Get the hell out. I stumbled onto my legs and fell over face down in the salt as my leg that had a piece of bone in began to register the pain. As soon as the overwhelming pain in my right leg came to, I screamed at the top of my lungs. The pain brought reality to life and pretty soon I stoped screaming and curled into a ball holding my knees in my chest as a emotionless blank expression crept onto my face.

My brother is dead, Charoline is dead and soon I will be dead as well.

This was how I made peace with my faith. I knew I was going to die, salt did not help even a bit it only made my life a few hours longer. There was not a cloud in the sky yet, I had a storm of anger and sadness brewing inside me. The sadness so overwhelming that when I cried it was only moans my tear ducts dried my soul gone. I had a hollow feeling, depression soon crept up my body as the need to live no longer exist. I am going to die anyway so why suffer longer. Why go through pain while I could just end it all right now and get some rest.