The Other Side ||Complete||

Prologue

I watched my limp body fall onto the ground as tears flowed down my cheeks. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was shot in the head and in the stomach twice. The man who did this to me hurt me so badly. It cut me really deeply because the man who did it was the boy I loved.

"Why did you do this to me?! I loved you!" I yelled as if he could hear me.

Here lies me, Zahlia Anais Baker, a beloved daughter, sister, and friend. I was just murdered by my now ex-boyfriend for an unknown reason. He was the first boy I ever fell in love with, and now, here I am. Dead.

Suddenly, I found myself standing in the middle of a dark street. It was so cold with every step I took, and it got even colder as I saw a shining white light. I tried to touch it but it only faded away, and the next thing I knew I was at a church.

I magically appeared in the sanctuary, where I was met with a casket and crying people. I looked closely and realized it was a funeral. My funeral.

The tears came and fell as I watched my mother cry her eyes out along with the rest of my family. "Lord, please bring my baby back! It wasn't her time yet! Please!" My mother cried as my brother tried to console her.

Seeing that made my blood boil. Fury filled my ghostly body from the fact that he took me away, and now I'm all alone. I looked beside me and I saw someone wearing a black robe with a hood on. Then they just disappeared.

How strange, I thought. I shook it off as I proceeded to watch the men put my casket in the hearse. I angrily roared as I suddenly appeared in my old bedroom, where I took my last breath. I screamed in anger as I began to rip everything off the walls and flipped everything around into a big mess.

Just then, he entered my room. My murderer. He looked afraid because everything was in a big gigantic mess. I felt myself snap as I grabbed him by his shirt collar and tossed him, sending him to fly into the wall, nearly breaking his neck.

I angrily grabbed him by his neck and strangled him, squeezing his throat with all my might. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as a murderous streak filled me. I dragged him to the kitchen, where I proceeded to grab a big knife and slice his throat within a second. He grasped his bloody neck as fear and pain covered his face.

I somehow felt a pleasure come over me. I grabbed the knife again and I stood over his almost lifeless body. I non-hesistantly stabbed him and cut open his stomach, automatically causing blood to flood the floor. A satisfied smile grew on my face as I dropped the knife next to him.

I felt a change in me as I felt a rush take over. The front door opened, and in walked my family. They didn't look sad anymore, and that made me feel some type of way.

"Estne tempus accipere sacrificium?" My dad spoke to my mom. What the hell does that even mean?

She looked at him and their eyes began to turn all black. Including my brother. What the fuck?! They looked possessed.

"Sic. Ubi est et locus?" She said. It sounded like some type of Latin.

My brother started sniffing around, then looked towards the kitchen. "Non est hic." He pointed to the kitchen, where they all found his slaughtered body.

"Quod certe faciet, ut oportet eum a mortuis." My dad said.

They began to form a triangle as they began to chant in Latin and English.

"Almighty Zorag, we take you into us. Fill us with your demons. Veni foras." My mother chanted. They continued to chant as Richie's body began to float in mid-air.

I was beyond horrified, until reality hit me. I grabbed the knife and I jammed it into my "brother's" risen arm, causing him to scream in pain and hold his bleeding wound. My "parents" saw this, causing them to lose focus; resulting Richie's corpse to fall on the ground. They began to look terrified as their eye colors faded.

"We must move and relocate our sacrifice ceremony. There is already a spirit here, and it seems really bad." Mother spoke. Dad and Seth nodded their heads as they began to get their belongings.

"Where are you going?" I called in a confused and angry tone. They scurried out of the house without Richie's body. There was nothing left but the old furniture.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" I screamed, making the power mess up. They couldn't hear me anyway, and they were already gone.

I looked to Richie's body, and I just turned dark. I was never going to leave this house, and I was going to make sure no one else who will live here, wasn't going to neither.

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