Something Sinister
The air was cold and crisp, fresh from the midnight thunderstorm that had raged only mere hours beforehand.
Silence surrounded the night and evidence of heavy rain glimmered on the clean cut grass that stood stiff in the ground.
The silver moon shone partially through black clouds and illuminated the street of Burlyham a small village like place among the lush green hills of Ireland.
Some say the land had mystic properties a home for magic and legends, but washed away by religion and prejudice.
A tall two story building stood elegantly on the corner of Twix Street and Ravenhood Avenue, black trees dead as a doorknob surrounded the place.
In the basement a girl with raven hair lay tossing and turning in her twin sized bed, perspiration gathering in beads of sweat across her neck and face.
She clawed at the bed sheets as if in extreme pain.
A nightmare plagued her twisted mind as she saw graphic images of white walls stained in dark blood, emerald eyes that glowed in the presence of darkness, and sinister smiles etched onto an invisible face.
She screamed silently her voice escaping her as her dark eyes rolled back underneath her shielded eyes.
A silvery voice spoke to her his voice crackling and broken beyond repair as hatred leaked into it.
"Don't worry, I'll promise to stay in the darkness where I belong, but beware, my presence is everywhere." He cackled and she shot up in her bed.
She scratched at her chest as if to slow her rapidly beating heart, she panted, swallowing harshly as she pushed her stringy hair out of her face.
It's been like this for a while now, the nightmares have always been the same but she never saw the face of the man who tormented her dreams every night.
She looked to the bedside table and read the small alarm clock.
4:38AM, she sighed knowing sleep wouldn't be known to her until darkness arose again.
She flung the bed covers over her and sat on the edge of the bed.
Putting her head into both hands she wiped her face and took a deep breath.
Standing up on wobbly legs she made her way to the small bathroom that was extended from the basement.
Looking in the small mirror her reflection stared lifelessly back at her, dark bags underlined her sunken brown eyes that were much too large for her small heart shaped face, her hair like black straw was dead straight against her pale face, her collarbones were so prominent you would think she suffered from an extreme case of bulimia.
Bile crawled its way up her constricting throat she gagged and spun around kneeling down quickly as she tried so desperately to aim for the toilet.
She coughed and spluttered emptying the contents of her stomach into the bowl.
She wiped her mouth on her arm, her eyes widening in intense fear as the remains she had wiped away turned out to be a smear of blood that lay drying on her arm, she flushed trying so hard to keep her eyes from wondering in fear she may lose her stomach again.
She stood up walking back over to the sink, her eyes caught sight of her mouth, and her white lips were dotted in drops of blood.
Realisation dawned upon her and her eyes grew wide, her hands grasped the edges of the cold sink trying to keep her breathing under control.
Pain shot through her abdomen and she cried out sinking to the floor.
Her mouth popped open in pain and her eyes closed tight.
"No more."
She choked out. A loud cracking sound rung out through the small bathroom and the pain stopped almost abruptly.
She groaned as she ever so slowly got to her hands and feet.
The door busted wide open and there stood her father in plaid blue pajama pants and an oversized grey t-shirt.
"Merlyn!" his arms caught hold of his daughter's forearms helping her up.
He carried her out the room, they sat on the bed her head resting against her father's chest as he patted her head and whispered soothing words into her ear.
Merlyn shook violently "Are you ok to go to school today? Maybe it's too soon."
Her father started to ramble and she shook her head no.
"It's time papa." Her voice was frail but he understood.
He placed a delicate kiss on her temple and got to his feet as he left the room Merlyn retrieved the worn out leather book from underneath her pillow.
Her dream journal she hugged it close to her chest before taking a black pen from the nightstand next to her bed, she opened the book to her last dream and began to write on the blank page next to it.
DEAR JOURNAL
HE APPEARED IN MY DREAMS YET AGAIN AND IT HURTS TO RELIVE THE DETAILS THAT HAVE CAUSED ME ENDLESS PAIN BUT IN ATTEMPTS TO FIND OUT WHAT THEY MEAN I SHALL RETELL THE TALE OF MY DEATH: EVERYTHING WAS COLD, I SHIVERED FROM MY SPACE IN THE CORNER, GOOSBUMBPS ALIGNING MY SKIN. I OPENED MY EYEES AND RECOILED INSTANTLY HARSH LIGHT BURNED MY EYES AS IF LOOKING INTO THE SUNS GLARE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS I ADJUSTED AND LOOKED AROUND SEEING NOTHING BUT WHITE. WHERE WAS I? MEMORIES CAME IN FRACTURED PICTURES AND MY MIND OPENED UP TO THEM FORCING ME TO REMEMBER. "NO!" I SCREAMED. THEY COULDN'T HEAR ME. NO ONE COULD I WAS ALONE IN THIS HELL. I PULLED ON MY BROWN LEATHER RESTRAINTES THAT BOUNDED ME TO AN OLD RICKETY BED. I WRITHERED, MY TORSO MOVING FROM LEFT TO RIGHT. I FROZE AS THE DOOR OPENED AND A MAN IN A BLACK CLOAK CAME AND STOOD NEXT TO ME. I COULDN'T SEE HIS FACE. WHY CAN'T I SEE HIS FACE? I COULD ONLY SEE VIBRANT GREEN EYES THAT STARED MURDEROUSLY DOWN AT ME. THEY FLOODED WITH ANGER AS IF BEING INJECTED WITH A DARK EMERALD LIQUID. HIS HANDS FLEXED AND I SWALLOWED A LUMP IN MY THROAT. MY EYES TRAVELLED DOWNWARDS LOCKING ON HIS RIGHTHAND IN WHICH WAS PAINTED TRIBALLY IN DECORATIVE SPRAWLS OF BLACK INK. IT WAS GRASPED TIGHTLY ALMOST PROTECTIVLY AROUND A LARGE BUTCHER KNIFE. MY HEART RATE PICKED UP, HAMMERING AGAINST MY RIBCAGE. I TRIED TO SCREAM BUT MY VOICE WAS LOST TO ME. HE RAISED HIS HAND BRINGING IT DOWN AND PEIRCING MY SKIN. I GASPED MY BACK ARCHING AS HE STABBED ME REPEATEDLY, PAIN RIPPING THROUGH ME BLOOD BUBBLED UP FROM MY MOUTH CHOKING ME AS I COUGHED IT UP. HE RAISED HIS KNIFE TO HIS HAND WIPING THE DARK BLOOD OFF OF IT AND ONTO HIS HAND. "DON'T WORRY I'LL STAY IN THE DARKNESS WHERE I BELONG, BUT BWEARE, MY PRESENCE IS EVERYWHERE." HE SSPOKE BEFORE TURNING, HIS HOOD FELL AWAY AND I SAW THE BACK OF HIS HEAD, DARK BROWN RINGLETS SAT ON TOP OF HIS HEAD. "I WANT TO SEE YOU." I GASPED OUT. HE LAUGHED TAUNTINGLY AND WENT TOO TURNED AROUND. THAT IS WHEN I AWOKE. UNTIL TONIGHT. MERLYN.
She sighed, pulling her knees up underneath her chin as she threw her journal to the side; she rested her head against the head board.
Back in the bathroom, little evidence was left after her small attack.
Tiny drops of blood lay splattered against the wall, a long distorted crack had struck its way down the middle of the mirror, and resting neglected on the sink was a bottle of tiny white pills.
She sat in her room, her eyes glazed over staring at the blankness of her wall. Small bouts of laughter erupted from her, and soon she was in a full blown laughing fit.
YOU ARE READING
Something Sinister
Horror"You were dead the minute you were born. A living body with a fractured soul and a broken heart. You can't survive on your own so you made your own demons to keep you company."
