Nightmare

Back home

Eli and his mom had come back from the hospital. His mom flushed down all the pills she didn't use anymore and made sure to hide her other ones. Alyssa greets him back with a warm hug and puffy eyes from crying. Eli hated to see people cry, he didn't know how to comfort them or even react, especially when they were crying for him. He headed upstairs and lay on his bed, looking at the blank ceiling. His old fan was in the way of seeing it all, swinging at its fullest speed as usual, since his room always got stuffy. 

Eli unwrapped the bandage out of his slashed arm and could see it was close to closing up, but it would definitely leave a scar. He wrapped it back up the way it was before and went to the kitchen to grab some snacks. He headed upstairs to the office with paints and pulled out a new canvas. He squeezed the paint he needed onto a paper plate and grabbed a paint brush. Mixing different kind of colors and painting on the canvas. He looks closely at his finished work. A dark tunnel. Red paint drips from the canvas coming from what seemed to be a long distance away in the tunnel. He quickly grabs paper towels to prevent it from staining the carpet more. As soon as he runs back upstairs from the kitchen, he notices the red paint had spread very quickly into a star shape.

Paint doesn't spread.

Eli rushed over and sniffed what he thought was the red paint. No definitely not red paint. It didn't have the smell to it. Other than smelling like chemicals, it smelled like iron. Kind of like when you rub a door knob and then smell the metal like scent left afterwards. He aggressively wipes the blood from where it started on the painting and everywhere else it was. But seconds later it came oozing down the canvas again. Eli screamed out of terror. A circle of blood was starting to surround the star shape it had made.

The satanic symbol.

He rushed downstairs yelling "WE HAVE TO GO WE HAVE TO GO NOW!" Alyssa jumped out of her room terrified to hear her brother screaming. Eli runs to his mom in the dining room and babbles on about what just happened. "I was just painting and then blood came out of the canvas, but I don't remember adding any red, if I did it was most likely little to none at all, then I grabbed paper towels but the paint had dropped all over the carpet but then I realized it was blood and a star shape was formed and WE HAVE TO LEAVE NOW!" His mom gave him a shocked look. "Honey, maybe you need to rest after coming back from the hospital. I'll bring you some warm tea to help you sleep," Eli's mom said standing up and heating a teapot full of water. Eli head upstairs again, hesitating. That definitely wasn't my mind playing tricks on me. He peeks into the office room and looks on the floor.

No way.

The paint had been cleared off the floor. Eli stepped closer to the layer out canvas. He was expecting something awful painted on it, maybe the face of Satan himself. He quickly looked at the canvas and it was blank. Thank god he thought, as he heads back to lay down on his soft bed. His mom came up with a warm cup of chamomile tea and gave it to him. Warm and soothing.