Devil's Den

Car ride

   Having to deal with death is often viewed as a bad experience that can affect you and your way of viewing life or simply just a shitty thing to deal with. But I'm pretty sure its not as shitty as being stuck in a car with a devil or my so called father who magically appeared out of nowhere after 14 years.

   After the death of my beloved mother, who had to endure the pain of rasing a child on her own after her asshole boyfriend left her, my father thought it was a good idea to have a reunion with his lovely daughter after leaving her with his wife who fell for his so called love.

   My father being "nice" offered to take care of me.

   Which means bringing me into his house to live with his whore and his asshole son, who was a year older than me. He isn't my father's son but he decided it's his "responsibility" to look after him.

   On the way to hell I just sat in the backseat of satan's car staring outside the window to avoid any conversation with him.

   Staring at completely nothing I started to get bored and me being a dumbass looked at the devil himself.

   "Hey."

   After 14 fucking years all you can say is hey?!?! I shot him a look and rolled my eyes as I turn my attention back outside.

   "I know this is hard for you and I'm sorry for not being there I-I was just scared. Your mother was an amazing person." He said.

   "Ever thought of that while going off with some whore?"

   "I know you're upset but it's not an excuse for you to talk like that to your father." he said glaring at me.

   "Watch me." I turned my head towards the window knowing that there's no point into this argument.

   Staring outside, the view is surprisingly nice there's the sea and a lot of trees but it's kinda isolated eh idgaf anyways. Silence filled the car as I slowly drift off to a dreamless slumber.

   I was woken up by a shriek.

   Startled, I looked outside the window.

   Huh?

   Nothing.

   All I can see is trees.

   Wait.

    I notice an old shack behind a willow tree. Maybe the sound came from there. I thought to myself. As I focus on the shack I noticed something on the wall.

   Blood.

   It's not only on the wall but also on the trees near the shack. Especially the willow tree. It's covered in handprints of blood.

   My mind is racing and my heart is beating faster every second. My sweat covered hands are trembling and my mouth can't spill the words filling my throat.

   Hanging.

   Someone on the willow tree is hanging.

   It's a little girl.

   Her white dress is covered in blood and mud. Half of her pale face is covered by her black hair but you can still see her eye.

   Her bloodshot eye which seems to be staring deep inside your soul.

   This sent shivers down my spine as I sat there frozen in fear as I continue to stare at the hanging girl.

   "You ok back there?"

   My father's voice stole my attention from the little girl.

   "Y-yeah. I'm f-fine."

   "You sure?"

   I glanced at the willow tree again but the girl isn't there. There's no trace of blood and the shack is no where to be found. WTF.

   "Yeah."

   "Good. We're almost near the house and I expect you to be in your best behavior. I know that it's a lot to take in especially after Sarah's death but I can assure you that you will be welcomed. I just want to make a new start with my daughter." He said in a soft voice.

   "Fine." I rolled my eyes as I curl up on my seat "It's not like I have a choice anyways." I mumble quietly.

    I stared outside the window admiring the trees and the grass decorated by flowers painted with different colors.

    My thoughts wandered off to the little girl hanging from the willow tree moments ago.

   How did she even get there? Was she the one screaming? No. It can't be. I'm pretty sure it didn't sound like a little girl. Was it possibly her mother? But there was no one else. Did she kill herself? Maybe... but if she did... who owns those handprints on the trees? And the blood on the shack? Was there a killer? Wh-

   My thoughts were cut off by my father's voice.

   "We're here."