Stare

The Possesion

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Jennifer's Point of View

My eyes opened to the angelic lights being emitted above me. Was I dying?

"Are you awake?" A rusty, Brooklyn accent projected to my left. I sighed of relief.

"Yeah, Im awake." I rubbed my eyes. "Can I go back to class now?" I looked at the chunky nurse who was sitting at her desk with a bright red apple. It shined brighter then anything I have ever seen.

"I don't know, do you feel like your ready to go back to class?" She scribbled something down on a notepad.

"I guess, my head doesn't hurt anymore. I think Im good." I stood up. My head began to swirl causing my vision to go blurry. The nurse scowled at me.

"I think you should stay her a little, you look a little pale and your a little off on your footing." She looked through some drawers. I sighed.

"Fine. Can I at least go get a drink of water?" I crossed my arms.

"Sure." I stood up and tried to walk outside as best as I could. The hallways were dead silent. I turned the corner to see the best water fountain in the entire building. I bent down and felt the cold water hit my lips then slide down my throat. It was like drinking ice water after a long soccer practice on a scorching day. The water sprayed out then began to die down the more I drank. I wiped the left over water on my sleeve then walked back to the nurses room. I was too weak to close the door by myself so I let it softly click into place behind me. The lights flickered above me. I placed my hand on the side wall for support.

"Oh god not this again." I coughed. My head began to spin. I could no longer stand up anymore. When I hit the ground the lights gave out too. It was pitch black once again."Um excuse me nurse, I think the power went out." I felt around to look for a chair of some sort. "Do you have a flashlight or something?" The room was too quiet. She was just in here and there was only one way out, were could she have gone? "Hello?" Heavy rain began to forcefully pelt the glass on the window. There were flashes of lightning that allowed me to see my surroundings for a split second. The words: DIE! DIE! DIE!, WERE HERE, GET OUT!, JEN THERE COMING FOR YOU, SAVE YOURSELF! My head was pounding and my heart was beating faster then a rabbit. Then a crack of lightning brought the power back on for a few seconds. In those moments in the middle of the room I saw, in the middle of the room, a chunky figure hanging by a rope on the ceiling.

The lights came on and I could see everything perfectly. The words were written in deep red and the person hanging from the ceiling was the nurse. On her light blue shirt was words "Its too late" were written with the same dark red liquid on the walls. I breathed heavily and backed away to one side of the room. I stood up and tried to make my way to the one door which was my only escape out of this nightmare. My feet shuffled on my way to the door. The lights cut out once again. Something sharp pinned my leg, blood trickled down my leg. I fell and my knee cap was bent backwards making the pain even worse. I looked back and there was a figure behind me, it was standing by the windows, its head was tilted to one side like a confused dog.

Lightning cracked. I tried to drag myself to the door. As long as I got to the door I would be safe. I heard the clicking of shoes coming towards me on the tile floor. I looked back to see a trail of my blood behind me and the silhouette getting closer and closer. I pulled myself faster. I grabbed the handle of the door. I felt my feet leave the ground and be tugged on something behind me. I held on to the handle as if my life depended on it. Which it might. An excruciating scream came from the figure. It was too loud and I let go of the handle, my head smashed to the ground. The only thing I could hear now was a ringing in my ear. The rest of my body was being pulled deeper into this nightmare. I clawed the ground. The figure behind me had a crushing grip in my ankles. The bones began to move around. I could hear them crunching underneath my skin. I screamed in pain. I wasn't able to hold on any longer.

Once I let go I was flipped over. The figure opened its mouth and emitted the deafening scream once again. Now both my ears and ankles were in pain. Slowly I felt my body rise up off the ground. I was shifted into a standing up position. My ankles twisted in unrealistic ways. I wanted to puke. There were gusts of wind making everything on the wall fall and spin around me as if I was in the eye of the storm. The whole room was now spinning and so was my mind. Images appeared of me. It showed that I didn't graduate high school, I became a drop out. My job was working as a taxi driver making only about two- hundred a year, I had no house and never got married and died only of heart failure. As this all was happening my hair was beginning to grow white and my skin was turning the texture of a turtle.

My teeth were falling out and my nails fell off one by one. One traumatizing experience after another. My vision was fading into black and the only thing I could hear was the annoying ringing. Suddenly everything went silent. The room began to spin again but in the opposite direction. My sight and hearing was starting to come back and my skin came back to its original texture. The ground was returned back to my feet. But I wasn't in the nurses station anymore. There were the soft carpets under my feet, they reminded me of childhood memories and how that was the only thing I felt while watching tv in my old house. The smell of pancakes and maple syrup danced in with the cool breeze. I knew exactly were I was. I opened my eyes to see the comforting cottage decor of my old house. In the corner of the house was me and my younger sister watching TV laughing. I smiled at the sight of us. She was my other half. I miss her now.

I felt an ominous presence behind me. I turned my head and there he was. My father, the man I have been avoiding ever since that day. I looked over to my calendar. July 28th. I looked back to the man who was more of a memory now and not a real person, he put down his newspaper and stared at the blank wall in front of him. I looked back to my past self. I wanted to do something, I wanted to help her. I tried to walk over to myself but I was yanked back by an invisible chain around my ankle. All of a sudden my father stood up. I knew what this meant. "Kelly." I called my sisters name. No answer. "Kelly!" My father past the kitchen and now was on his way to the living room. "KELLY, RUN!" I waved my hands in the air trying to get her attention. There was no hope, I was just being forced to watch this moment in my life again. It was worse then every horror movie out there. Back then when I was younger I didn't know realize why Dad was so loving to me and my sister. Always kissing and touching us. Now I understood. He grabbed my sister by the wrist. His strong grip upset my sister. She started squirming and screaming. He hit her hard across the face.

"STAY DOWN HERE." He yelled at me. Tears formed in my eyes. At that moment the lonely feeling grew and grew. Screams of pain came from upstairs. There was a lot of screaming. "SHUT UP! AND DONT MOVE!" She didn't stop. People don't know what those screams unless you heard them yourself. I've never heard anything like that in my life, and frankly I never wanted to hear it ever again. Suddenly there was a loud snap and then the screaming stopped. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to curl up into a ball and disappear. After minutes of crying. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. When they stopped I lifted my head up ever so slowly to see my Dad standing there. Blood drenched his hands and his shirt. He stared at them almost in shock. He didn't look at me or anything. Just his hands, as if he thought of himself as a monster. I didn't say, I was too shocked. At that age the only place I have seen blood was from small cuts and scrapes. But nothing like this. Then he finally looked at me. There was deep sorrow in his eyes. I was confused. The image then changed from me and my Dad just staring at each other to him being driven away in the police car. I stood there with my Mother, she was overwhelmed. The flashing red and blue lights reflected in her eyes. I held onto her hand as if it was the only thing I had left..... Ironically, it was.

My body fell back to the ground. The room was black and didn't seem to have any end to it. "What do you want from me?" I was sick of the dark everywhere I looked it was dark, even when I closed my eyes.

Suddenly the lights came on. There were slaughtered pigs everywhere, hanging from the ceiling, mounted on the wall, and just thrown on the floor. There were buckets filled with blood and creepy tracks on the floor that circled around me. I watched them as new ones formed on the ground, but there was no one there. Just a shadow. Circling, and circling. I held my breath. They stopped and everything was quiet. Pig squeals projected from behind me. Getting closer like a stampede. Then the sounds began to come from the dead pigs all over the room. I didn't want to look, but I had to. Everything happened so fast, a matter of 2 seconds to be exact. For one second I saw my sister waving to me. The other second I felt a hand grab the top of my hand and a knife slide right through my neck. Then I saw blackness. Nothing but blackness.

Revenge.........