James woke up in a cold sweat. Breathing heavily. He held his chest to calm his heart down. He got ready for work, and practiced piano before he left.
Entering the senior home he smelled rotting flesh. He didn't think to much about it. So when he played piano and everyone was screaming he ignored it. "It's all in my head. It's all in my head." He repeated to himself. "Are you sure James?" A deep voice said behind him. It touched his shoulder, and he stared to screech. He fell off his chair, and crawled to the couch. He was screaming on the floor. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD" James was weak. He couldn't get up. The demons touch burned his shoulder, and his flesh was melting off. "You fucking demon! Leave me alone!" James said, and the demon laughed. It disappeared, and James shoulder was fine. He looked around the room at all the elderly people. Their faces bludgeoned to the point where you can't even identify them. He screamed, "OH DEAR GOD! WHAT THE FUCK!!!" He got up and ran to the restroom, and threw up. "Please... Just stop." He cried. After he got out the demon was back, and feasting on the dead bodies. His body trembled. The demon looked back at him and smiled. An eyeball fell out of the demons mouth. James ran out of the senior home, and waited in his car. He drank a small flask of whiskey to forget everything. He stayed there crying and went back home.
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Gore
HorrorThis story is just for me to express my imagination in a very dark way. James is the main character.
