Black Beauty [ON HOLD]

Black Beauty: Chapter 9 - My Love, What Have You Done?

My mouth immediately fell open, and I started to scream.

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Morgan's POV

Laid out in front of me were the corpses of all the people who were his victims and my family members. Their lifeless bodies were sprawled across the attic floor and their coffins were opened in a rough manner. The flowers that were once placed below and above the coffin cover were in shreds and their petals raided every corner of the room.

What the hell?

The smell of rotting flesh continued to circulate around the room. I could feel my hands trembling and I was afraid that at any moment I would just collapse. I looked around the room for a source of light and ventilation but all I could find was one window and one door.

Stepping over the bodies I made my way over to the window and unlatched the latches that kept it in place. They made that horrible squeaking noise -which I hated- as they opened.

I inhaled the cool air that flew in from outside and exhaled causing my shoulders to slump. I lazily looked at the door that was in the darkest corner of the attic. I remember my father told me never to go in there. Something unspeakable and utterly horrid lived inside it.

You want to hear about it don't you?

*starts narrating*

Well, it was about 10 years ago, when I was nearing 13 years of age. I had just moved into this cute cottage a week back and I was on my way home back from school.

On that day I stepped to find the whole family sitting in silence.

As soon as my father saw me step foot into the house he rose from his seat and dashed over to me. I was enveloped in a tight hug. It was that type of hug where you never wanted to let go.

He said never to leave his sight, to be careful, to be smart. He told me to never set foot in that devilish attic. Not to touch the door inside it.

He also said to have my head on my shoulders at all times.

Of course I thought that was an ordinary phrase until the next night I over heard a conversation between my parents and grand-parents.

"Suzan, I can't do this", said father, his voice dripping with guilt, pain, worry, hurt. "I-I can't. I don't want her to die. I need to protect Morgan. Please Suzan help me. I don't care what happens to us, o-or to me but all I want is to see her in one piece! Why is that so much to ask?!!". His voice cracked at the end.

And then the next moment my father broke down.

My mother was busy trying to comfort him but all she accomplished was bringing his sobs down by a decibel or two.

Next thing I remember doing was sprinting into my room, putting out the lights, locking myself up and just staring into darkness thinking about nothing.

Months passed, and the same routine continued.

Hug. Warn. Cry.
Hug. Warn. Cry.
Hug. Warn. Cry.

Honestly I was getting frustrated thinking about what they were taking about but never found the answer.

Until the day of my birthday.

I had woken up all jolly and sweet ready to run down stairs to a pleasant surprise. After I got to the bottom of the stairs I stopped and froze in shock. The surprise was there but never had I seen a surprise as bad as this.

I had woken up to the headless bodies of my parents and grandparents.

And just as things couldn't get any worse, I spotted a gigantic gift box which lay near my father's feet. I walked over to it and read the note attached to it.

'OPEN WHEN YOU SEE YOUR LOVED ONES' LIFELESS CORPSES. BY THE WAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MORGAN.'

That was the note attached to the box written in red-blood ink.

I wasted no time in untying the red ribbons and ripping open the the black gift wrap. Opening the box, I could feel the bile rising up my throat. Packed inside the box were their heads with blades through each of their heads.

I didn't know exactly what to do then, so I just stared at the heads then back at the bodies. I didn't know whether to cry or not.

They remained in the house for a whole week untouched, rotting away to glory, whilst I just sat there.

Nothing happened after until the next week later the neighbours came over and saw our state. They ran out and came back with 'help'. A funeral was arranged and necessary arrangements were made.

I mean my family did have a fair share of friends, so having people at the funeral wouldn't be a problem.

The funeral took place a week later but I never came to their funeral. I sat at home reading books. Then I started to get restless and so I did what a normal girl would do.

I bolted for the attic and swung the door open. And that ladies and gentlemen was the the day I met him.

He gave me instructions to clean the attic and then he used some type of black magic to bring my dead family to the attic and said, This is the graveyard of this cottage. Oppose me, and you shall end up here. I nodded and not a word escaped from my mouth from that day onwards.

The same thing happened when anybody entered this house. Their heads and bodies would be separated and placed in coffins in the attic.

*ends narrating*

Happy?

I reached for the door and opened it. Sure enough I found him staring at me in the corner of the room with and evil bone-chilling grin and more but this is how I saw him when I first met him and I had gotten used to that horrible disfigured face so I didn't exactly react or anything.

"Hello, Love!" I chirped as I tried to put on a sickly, sweet face.

Morgan, so nice of you to join me.

His tone had turned dark and haunting and his eyes grew darker by the second.

"Where were you love? I've been looking all over for you.", I said.

He let out a sarcastic snort.

I could ask you the same thing, Morgan.

He had become as ghastly as ever and you could see the anger waiting to be unleashed.

"I-I was out for a stroll! Taking in fresh air. It's good for the system.". I said quickly.

His eyes narrowed.

And why wasn't I informed about this 'stroll' of yours?

He was starting to get impatient.

"I-I thought if I woke you up, you wouldn't like it a-and I didn't want you to be mad..", I stuttered.

He stayed silent. I started fidgeting. It became awkward until I felt a cold hand wrap around my neck. He shoved me up against the wall. I put my hands around his in attempt to loosen his grip.

It just got worse.

I will never forgive for betraying me! Acting so innocent. You love me? Don't fuck around with me! I've had just about enough with your shit. I will make you regret the day you were ever born.

His eyes were bloodshot red and he was screaming his lungs out. The windows shattered.

I was running out of air. His grip on my neck just seemed to tighten with every attempt of struggle.

Suddenly I had been thrown to the attic floor and I heard a sickening clap.

He. Just. Slapped. Me.