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Crimson Curses by @Socialrecluse

The Following Entry by Socialrecluse is Rated Mature.

She watched, from her small, cracked window, the weathered cart being drawn by stubborn horses. No matter how many times they were whipped, they would not stop before the house. Animals, she had heard, could sense darkness about them. These animals could smell the rippling bouts of evil coursing through the house as if it were the dank smell of dried, decaying blood. She had become used to seeing the carts stop before the house. They were in difficult times- the plague had wiped out too many of the townsfolk. Farms were abandoned, houses left bare and death was about them as if it were in the very air they breathed.

There was no money. The townsfolk hadn't seen a single golden coin for almost a year- they were starving. Men couldn't find work, drinking their sorrows away in darkened rooms. They would emerge at smallest hours of morning- if not to make love to their wives, to reduce them to bloody messes with only their fists alone.

They had been reduced to drinking water filled with shit.

It ate away at them. Made them desperate...

The cart was finally stopped and a young girl pushed out- virgin, no doubt.

Good.

Virgins always brought in the most money for their first ride.

Pretty too. She looked down at her own weathered hands. She had been pretty once till she felt the cruelty of man. They defiled her, stripped her, beat her. Yes, she had been very pretty once... Now, as she looked through at her reflection in the old, broken window, all she saw was empty, red sockets that once held the most beautiful, blue eyes.

Now just crimson holes.

Her lips curled into the oddest smile as the girl ascended the stairs.

By the turn of the night, she would be a virgin no longer and her beauty would fade away with every hard, cruel thrust. She would become ugly

Just like the rest of them...

Emily shielded her eyes from the sun as the top-most window caught her eye. Someone had left a dreamcatcher hanging from the frame and the little mirrors had caught the sun, reflecting it down as sharp glints along the pavement. She turned back, intent on calling for her parents, rolling her eyes irritably as she caught them kissing once again. She assumed after 18 years of marriage, they'd get sick of it felt as if they had only gotten worse with time.

Could they not go for one minute without invading each other's mouths, for God's sake!

"Hey, babe, help us out for a second." Her father called from the car, lugging out what seemed to be their cat's luggage. The little shit was perched happily above the box, surveying the man's moving abilities, mewing every time her father jostled the box just a little too roughly.

Emily walked over, happy to free her father of his feline burden as she nestled the cat beneath her arm. She was perplexed at how stiff and heavy he felt in her arms, his fur standing on end as his long, thick grey tail swayed dangerously from side to side. His gaze was fixed to the topmost window, the glints from the dreamcatcher illuminating his skin in broken yellow light, as he growled deep in his throat. Emily looked up, blinking rapidly as the sun pierced her eyes with his hot glare. Everything before her, was black. She blinked once more, hoping to rid herself of her brief blindness.

It happened in the split of a split second. She swore she saw it pacing before the window sill, watching her. Simply watching.

She was so sure she saw it. So sure that she saw a woman with no eyes. Only deep, crimson sockets that rattled her very soul.