Attic Monsters

Unforgiven

5 months later

My eyes stare at the crusted white walls of what I now call my new home. If you looked closely enough, hundreds of blood stains covered the walls from the previous victims. At one point, so much white paint can only hide so much. I feel my eyes blink as their nonexistent screams reach my ears. So many people, so many lives. A rough hand gets placed on my shoulder breaking me from my trance and causing me to flinch.

"Isn't it great? The smell of electricity in the air gets my blood pumping." A husky male voice whispers in my ear. His breath runs deep into my skull and I try to move away, but he stops me. I hear him let out a chuckle before moving in front of me.

He had a clean cut of hair that looked like he had spent hours trying to keep. His shirt looked like it was pressed that morning which makes me wonder who he is trying to impress. No one could ever predict his actions, but now, he held an evil grin on his face.

"I know you're lying," he says slyly. "The judge may have believed your case, but I can see right through your lie." His hand flies up and grasps my chin. Instinct tells me to swat his hand away, but my straight jacket restricted any movement. All I can do is glare. He turns my head causing my eyes to meet his. A cloud of putrid breath hits me in the face almost causing me to gag.

"And you know what happens to liars?" He steps to the side and points my head in the direction of the center of the room. I can't do anything, but stare at the centerpiece of the room. Before me stood a large wooden chair. It sends shivers down my spine. My eyes look towards the leather straps on the armrest and I can almost picture myself being held victim. My head moves up, at the top of the chair is a metal helmet along with another harness.

A hard shove meets my back and the momentum causes me to crash forward. Soon, I am flying towards the ground as I loose my balance. My nose connects hard with the ground, as I don't have anyway to lesson the fall.

"Get up!" The man grunts at me before pulling me up. He then pushes me down in the chair and starts to try and strap me down.

"James! What in God's name are you doing?" A loud booming voice commands. The person next to me automatically starts to stand tall.

"Nothing, Sir. Just scaring some sense into the newbie, Sir." James lets of a nervous chuckle before letting go of my body.

"James, get her back to the Psychiatric Ward, we do not handle our patients without permission! Consider this your final warning." He says sternly before turning out of the room and walking off.

James stands erect for a few more minutes, making sure that he is gone. When there are no other sounds besides our breathing he finally lets loose. I hear his knees pop as he crouches down besides me. "Next time, you better hope he isn't here to save you."

His hand grasps at my neck, which he then uses to lift me from the chair. Before I know it, I'm gasping for air. I try to wiggle around with the hope he will let me free, but my attempt is useless. A sky full of stars soon starts to dance around my vision. Finally, he lets go causing me to fall toward the floor.

The second I hit the floor, I'm choking and gasping for air. As I finally catch my breath, the lights start to flash around me. Each time they blink out, a crackling noise fills the silence. Suddenly, there is a loud pop and glass starts to fall from the sky. From where I lay, it almost sounded like a gurgled scream.

Around me, the world goes dark.

"What the-" I hear out of the silence. Turning my head, I try to see where it came from, but to no prevail.

Seconds pass. I can hear the unsteady rhythm of my heart beating in my chest. I slowly, let off a breath, trying to not make a sound.

An object falls on the ground next to my head with a thunk. At that moment, I produce the first sound I've made in five months. My nerve rattling scream fills the once known silence echoing off the walls. Somewhere, seconds later, a reply came back. Laughter.

Instinct tells me to run, but my jacket restricts even the smallest of movements. The laughter soon fills my brain and threatens to take over my mind. It jumps around every corner and goes through every empty place, as it makes sure it's the only thing I felt. It starts to beat into my skull and break apart any barriers I worked so hard to put up. The soft laughter from my past soon joins in. Her soft cackle whenever I tried to tickle her. Her belly laugh that always ended with a snort and wet eyes. Even her little chuckle that she used for sympathy.

"No!" I scream into the darkness, but by now I am consumed. Trapped in the hole of my own mind and forced to suffer the consequences of my actions.

Until, finally, it stops, but I don't find relief in the silence. I know that it isn't over.

A piercing cold vapor cuts into my cheek and travels down my neck. It reaches my already sore throat and I feel it wrap around. By now, I am shivering violently. Each little movement sent a painful spike through my body. It lets go of my neck, but continues moving down. Finally it stops at my heart. It starts to pull away but not before I felt it. It is as a semi-truck crashed into my chest. My ribs feel like they are starting to snap in half, which they probably did. Seconds later, the coldness reaches my heart. It wraps its fingers around my warm flesh, and slowly, my heart begins to stop beating.

The gasps for breath are pointless. The thrashing did no good with something that is inside. I could not see what is only darkness in a blackened room. I'm trapped by the demon of my suffering, stuck in the damnation of my own actions.

The cold hand pulls away, but I still feel its presence. I'm on the last trickle of my life. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I feel my body convulsing on the floor. But, I'm not in my body, I'm trapped in my mind for the laughter has started again.

My eyes forcefully close and soon start to twitch. My daughter's stunning hazel eyes dance before my vision. Her round face comes into view. Her mouth is open for she is the one who is laughing.

Abruptly, a knife comes into view. Its silver blade tainted by black vapor. I try to shout, but no sound comes out. The knife stabs her straight in the chest. I am forced to watch as her rosey red cheeks turn a shade of grey. Her eyes start to become black orbs in the skull of her head. Slowly, her dying skin starts to peel away from her body, but somehow, she is still laughing.

Finally, it is too much, I can no longer take it. My senses return to my body, and I scream in pain.

"Mommmyyy." A demon's raspy voice silently whispers in the room, before my brain blacks out.