Attic Monsters

Insanity

The handle of the knife cuts into my skin. My fingernails dig into the palm of my hand as I hold the knife as tight as I can. Crimson drops of blood hit the floor as they drip from the blade. Soon red and blue lights fill the house, but all I can do is stare at my daughter's body. If you look closely enough, you can see her chest rising and falling. Every few seconds she would let off a cough. It is obvious to tell that, that being, was soon to be dead. The paleness of her skin is starting to finally show everyone her true nature. That of the undead.

"Police! Open the door!" My head turns to my husbands. I see his lips move, but the sound never reaches my ears. Movement from the left of my visions distracts me from the paralysis that I put myself in. Three armed men rush into the house. One of them starts to move towards my daughter.

"Don't touch her!" I scream. I hold the knife up as to dare him to try anything. He puts his hands up in the air.

"Put the knife down madam, we're not here to harm anyone." Unfortunately, that is only a distraction. The other two cops take the opportunity to sneak next to me. One of them grabs my arm while the other pries the knife from my tight grasp. It falls to the floor with a little bounce and a thunk. Once it's free, they both hold me down, trying to detain me. Of course, that didn't come easy. As the cop moves to my daughter once again, I start kicking and thrashing.

"She's a demon! She'll kill you all! Haunt your families!"

The chief turns towards me with disgust. "Get her out of my sight." He spits with vile.

"No!" I scream. "She's a demon! My daughter is dead! I already killed her! Can't you smell the blood in the air! Her body is in the attic!"

By now, everyone is staring at me. My mouth shuts and I realise what I've done. I confessed to murder.

"David, let her lose. Kevin, keep your gun ready." The chief tells his officers before looking me in the eyes. "Show me."

I rip my arms from the officer's grasp and look towards the stairway. With only the confidence that a murder can have, I start my journey up. The cops hot on my trail.

My fingers grab the handle to the attic and it opens with a loud crash. A cloud of dust and mildew forms around us. A few of the cops start coughing, but it doesn't affect me. My feet take the stairs one at a time. As I get to the top, I turn to the left to avoid the table that blocked my path the first time. Right after, my eyes adjust and I stare victoriously at my daughter's dead body. She is still slumped in the chair right where I left her. My eyes watch her every move until I hear the footsteps of the cops behind me.

"She's right there." I demand to the cop. I hear the rustling of keys before a bright light fills the darkness. He points his flashlight on the chair.

"Miss, there is nothing here." I look at the chair in disbelief. She was here only seconds ago, how could she be gone. How is the chair empty?

"No!" I scream and start to run out of the attic. I push past the cops and take the stairs two at a time. One of the cops tries to grab my arm, but I break loose. I start to head towards the door, but at the last second I turn. Thus, I find myself in the kitchen. As quick as I can I shove open the cabinet door, where the trash is stored. I look inside to find it to, empty. The bloody towels are gone and if you smell the air, even the scent of lavender is non existent.

And, that is the moment my world shattered. I finally accept that I'm insane. I murdered my daughter thinking she was some sort of demon. None of this made sense though. I couldn't of imagined the whole thing. The cops finally catch up to me, but I am standing still, trapped in my own mind. My eyes never leave the trash can even though I could feel them searching. Searching for anything, somewhere, there had to be answers. I can feel my lips moving, repeating a chant, but the sound is lost.

"M'dam, under the Texas State law you are under arrest for manslaughter." My arms get handcuffed behind me. "You have the right to remain silent." I'm screaming inside. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law." I'm a murder, let me rot. Let us all rot. "You have the right to consult with a lawyer and have that lawyer present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you if you desire. With these rights in mind, is there anything you would like to say?" The cop moves to start and herd me out of the house. I stand as still as a rock, but one word brakes me from the statue.

"Insanity."

The cop leads me from the house. As we pass the living room, I try to see my daughter one last time, but she is already gone.

We both start to walk down the pathway when I see my husband pulling his car out of the garage. My eyes meet his and I try to mentally apologize, but his face only shows one of disgust. Soon he pulls away and I get forced into the back seat of the cop car. The cop starts the engine and we both leave the crime scene.

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Behind her, now lay an abandoned house. From a stranger, it looked like just a normal home. In a few days time the cops will have left, and her husband will have moved out. No one will know the secrets that it knows, or the demons that it holds. Upstairs in the attic, the chair begins to rock.