They're watching us

Unassailable

A shaky voice sung the chords of death as my sister screamed a hole into the darkness of our room. My eyes were torn open by her fear and once again met with a dead man looming over her. His lips moved in a rythm but I could hear the sounds. "Sally, they can't hurt you. They are just like reflections, nothing can touch them." Keeping my face to the wall I watched her slowly slide up in her bed. She looked at me with tears of desperation dancing across her face,"That's not what they say, " she whispered, the pain of a knife carving each word," they say we are their property, that we are their bodies."

Ever since our encounter at the park, she hasn't been the same. Every night she cries at the voices of the undead, the voices of the spirits that I've never heard. She never had this power before. Her ears could hear only what any other human could, but now she hears much more. Its as if someone or something wanted her to hear them, as if now is the time she needs to hear.

"They say you must leave. They say we must be alone." I looked at her, realising that my sight of them would dissapear at this movement. "They do not want anything, they can't hurt you so just ignore it okay!" Maybe it was my own fear that choreographed the words, for I knew of neither their weakness nor of their strength. I've been able to see them my whole life, yet I odly know close to nothing about their existance.

I looked forward again, faint colours shooting off of their skin to transmit the chill prevoking image of their presence into my brain. The single shaddowy figure loomed in the frozen space around my sisters head. His lips slowly and purposefully polished the particles in the air as they wispered silent words to her.

"What is he saying?" I croaked as my craven thoughts pulled curiosity and peturb uncomfortableness to script my next moves.I stood up to stare right at them, unaware of the fact that I stared them stright in the eye without loosing their sight. "You can't do anything, why are you here," I began to shout at them at an attempt to belittle them,"get out of my room, leave my sister alone, and get out of my house!" My voice had lost all tints of fear and now shook with anger and pique toward them.

To my consternation, thick, murky blood danced out of Sallys eyes as he leaned into the cracks of her face. Screaming she yelled for me to leave, wailing for me to obey him. " I will be okay. Just go!" Her voice was forced and shaky, the pain obviously percing the waves of sound. Her face was screwed up and tight like a child trying to forget a nightmare, and the rush of white sunk into her pigmentation as she began to get weaker.

With ink of trepidation I wrote my doom as I slowly stepped out of the room, keeping my eyes straight forward so that they were in my sight until the door shut behind me. Perpicuously I hear her silent mutter slide out through the keyhole of the door. What she spoke to them was no language I had ever heard, yet she seemed to speak it confidently and fluently.

Then, all at once the noises jumped out of the window and knives of silence cut every breath left. I cupped my hand around the icecold handle and creaked open the room. The scent of blood was freshly dancing in the warm air that sung with the ringing of ligering rancour.

She sat staring at me, her outward form clearly idle and reposed. "Where'd you go?" She said, the sweet tint of her voice returned , " you should get to bed, its really late." I looked at her, perplexed and awestruck. Other than her and I, there was no one in the room, we were alone...but I still did not feel unscaved nor unassailable, I still felt there was something there, there was still danger ahead.