The Demons Inside Us

1 - The Beginning

This tiny little cottage smelled of Thanksgiving. Today was the day of Thanks. The townsfolk are all baking pr cooking lunch and dinner for us all tonight. It was the best time of year. Children played outside all day in the cool sun, mainly the little boys. The little girls helped fix Thanksgiving breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The men were out hunting for turkey, the women were fixing meals with their daughters and their friends, it was a busy busy day. Everyone was happy. I loved it when everyone in this town is happy, no accessions, no framing, no drama. Just the way I like it. I was looking out the window watching the children play while mixing the dough for my traditional cherry and pumpkin pie.

It was time for lunch. The church bells rang. All of the mothers and wives cautiously walked out of their homes with platters of food ranging from fruits to gourmet turkey sandwiches. The little girls set up the outdoor tables and chairs. People were starting to sit in their designated seats, starting to get a plate of food already. I only got a sandwich.

Finally everyone was in a seat with their choice of food, but no one took one single bite of their lunch. The preach stood up.

"This is the start of the day of Thanks. Today, we are all thankful for all the lovely food our wives and daughters have prepared. Let's get it over with!" He spoke.

The Mayor stood as the Preach sat down, "I agree. This meal is going to begin the day of Thanks. Now although God had forbid us to eat until we cite our prayers, I would be willing to eat every type of food that is displayed before us."

Everyone stood up and interlocked hands. One started to talk, "Dear God, we are grateful for all the meals displayed for us to use for our pleasure. Without our lovely wives, beautiful princesses, and brave soldiers, we would be a very weak society. Thank you for the lives you have given us. Thank you, God."

Wait wait, you came here for entertainment, not for perfect prayers and feast. Let's stir things up:

Continue: "Thank you for the lives you have given us. Thank you, God-"

"What is that?!" Yelled a little girl in horror, pointing towards me.

I turned around and saw nothing. People started screaming and running away from me. The men ran to their sheds, looking for their shotguns. The wives ran to their small homes to hide their children in closets. I looked down at my hands.

My hands were blood red. Not covered in blood, but blood red color. I felt a sprout from my back and forehead. I head my head thinking I had another major headache. My back hurt and my head hurt. I fell to the dirt road below my feet, still griping my forehead. I couldn't see, I couldn't think. Something was happening. Finally, the pain stopped. My eyesight was clear, except for the red hue that colored everything I saw before me. I felt a weight on my forehead and back. I tried to feel around for what was on my back, but I realized people running towards me. They were the men with shotguns. They all looked frightening, so I started running the opposite direction. I heard guns shoot just before I got into the wood. I knew they were after me, so I kept running. Deeper into the woods, the trees thickened. They seemed to grow faces of all sorts, frightened, scary, afraid. I quickly glanced behind me to find that no one was following. No guns were heard, only the faint sound of the church bells. 

I looked at the sun that was playing hide and seek in the trees. It was straight above. I looked at my hands again and they were normal. No headaches, no backaches, everything seemed normal. I didn't know what happened back there, it was all just a blur. I have barley any memory even though it took place only a few hours before. My eyesight was clear again, no red lenses, no blurs. I decided it was time to go home. I turned around and started walking back to town. I knew I was going the right way since the trees got thinner and the bells were louder. 

I reached the end of the forest and I was at the village. Everyone was at the dinner table eating all the food. I walked up to the table and everyone turned to look at me. 

"Where were you?" someone asked me. 

"I was in the forest. Why?" I answered. 

"Well, you missed the strangest thing! A demon appear right in that spot! You should've seen it! The men went chasing after it and it ran into the woods! Say! Did you see it?" said another lady. 

"Um, no, I didn't. I'm just going to start eating now..." I sat down at my spot. 

Everyone continued to eat and chatter with their friends and relatives. I had no relatives, and only had one true friend. The little girl across from my home was my only friend. Her name was Mia. She had the cutest face. Her brown eyes and her brown hair only added to her beautiful features. Her had the most desired shaped eyes, the most perfect lips and the cutest button nose. She was the sweetest little girl in the world. Every time I caught a sickness, she'd come over and help me out. If I twisted my foot, she'd call for help. Today, she sat next to me during this Thanksgiving lunch. 

She wasn't eating. She wasn't talking. I checked on her.

"Mia, are you okay?" 

She didn't speak. 

"Mia?" 

She was completely still. I felt her pulse. There was no heartbeat. 

"HELP! SOMEONE! PLEASE!" I cried in horror.