I had just arrived home, my bag lay on the floor next to my bed where I had just let it fall. I looked out of the window, surely I had closed it when I left. Then again the handle was stiff and I rarely bothered by closing it entirely, since I needed to use a hammer to do that. I also checked the mountain ash that I had poured under the windowsill, just in case. I didn’t want the werewolf in my living room accident happen again.
The night had started to fall, the stars coming out while the moon hid behind clouds. I suspected it would rain tonight, I needed to free warmly the next morning, no doubt of it. Just when it had started to get warm the weather had to change.
I pushed myself away from the window, clicking yet another lamp on but nothing happened. I didn’t see any more light than the one I had already light up, and I tried again. I cursed under my breath, I hated it when this happened. Especially when the sun went down soon to leave me in the dark for over four hours before bedtime.
I was snapped out of my frustration that I put on the lamp, when I heard movement close to my bedroom door and turned, but saw nothing. The shadows were dark, like black holes against my wall, so deep you could drown in them. I frowned. First, my lamp dies and then I start hearing noises. Sounds like a perfect day for me.
I let the lamp be and walked over to my bed. I take my phone out of my pocket and start tapping. I open my music library and put on The Devil Within by Digital Daggers and take my notebook from my bag, taking it on my bed and letting it fall to lean on my thigh. I hummed the tune, going through the pages of my book, my pencil case still in my bag.
I will keep quiet
You won’t even know I’m here
You won’t suspect a thing
You won’t see me in the mirror
But I crept into your heart
You can’t make me disappear
Till I make you
Then I heard the sound again. It was like shoes sweeping over the wooden floor, being dragged over the surface agonizingly slow, tauntingly ghosting in the air. It drove me mad. I jumped up from my bed, slowly walking closer to the shadows, ready to get pulled into the darkness when white spots started to appear in the black shadow. I jumped backward, a real human being walking out of the darkness only for me to realize it wasn’t a human being. It was a figure that resembled me of a walking dead corpse. A corps I once knew, the body of my close friend’s that had been possessed by this awful spirit that had come to me to haunt me.
”Hello, dove.” He mused with a smile on his pale face. The bags under his eyes were so unnaturally dark and he really did remind me of R from Warm Bodies. Then again he was possessed by an evil fox spirit which only proved how natural this situation was in the first place. By then I had backed away three steps, my face held a horrified expression.
”How did you get through the ash?” I stuttered. I held myself in a self-hug, my arms wrapped around my front, my shoulders down but tense.
”You really didn’t expect that to stop me, did you?” He asked, humored by my scared figure and by trying to stop him and really believing in succeeding. ”I thought you would be smarter than that.” He took slow steps further which made me only back away more. I tried to keep the distance between us but would soon hit a wall or a furniture if I’d need to continue this long enough.
”What do you want?” I questioned knowing I would lose myself if I would not get answers soon.
”I’m not going to hurt you.” He said as he closed the distance in between us. I had stopped backing up but his closeness did still affect me. ”I’m here just to keep an eye on you.” He smirked.
He kept studying me with his eyes, his ears taking in the lyrics in the song and he moaned, his eyes closing for a second. ”You have a great taste.” He groaned in pleasure with his low and raspy voice. He opened his eyes, leaning a bit closer and breathed into my ear, ”A song just written for us two.” And he laughed evilly, pulling away as panic took over me.
His dark eyes observed my weeping form, my arms holding myself together even if I was already breaking from the inside.
”Get used to me darling, as I’m not going anywhere.”
