LEGIONS INSIDE

Chapter 1

The dead meets the living

Luke 8:30

And Jesus asked him, saying, What is thy name? And he said, "Legions because we are many."

Kjv

Sounds

The sounds are getting louder,
I hear the mourning in my ear
I swear the presence is near,
Scratches on my legs,
And all over my back,
All I knew is that the demons are coming back,
That indeed is a fact.

Crawling on the walls,
And on the ceiling to,
Red glowing eyes all because of you,
Haunted by the unknown ,
Screams and shouts,

Mr. Legions wouldn't let me out.

Written by Jessica T.A Smithen

Leading to a road, covered with tiny bits of earth,lite by the moonlight at night. Set in 1987. Down the path of a "welcoming" community, where families lived happily, but in the night she came. Stealing, killing and destroying, all the joy, that cometh in the morning.

The woman looked malnourished. Her clothes were faded and tattered. It didn't help that they were too long, for her otherwise petite body. Greasy hair, which stuck to her forehead accompanied with her infectious skin colour.

But though she looked harmless, broken, almost. The older folks told the young, to always be aware, of the devil in plain sight. There was something in those white eyes, that made her seem calculating, evil.

This, wasn't a person who should be taken for granted. For she cursed, the innocent to death.

The house lived under constant shadow. The sun neglected the presence of the house. Carvings of snakes twirled around the sides of the mirrors and peeling wallpaper.

The woman, stood in front of the master bedroom door now! Her daunting breath frosty, face to face with her dark images, that splattered in her head. Drenched in sweat. Her teeth were either chipped or missing. She was washed in sulphur. Her old wrinkled skin sagged.

She stood there chanting like a foghorn. Conjuring the dead. Bottles with black mist, swirled like a tornado. A Crack was heard abruptly. The room, engulfed in flames. The chanting echoed throughout the home. Croaky cackling was behold.Quaking!

The sky darkened, smoking a cigarette. Stinking pitch drenched everyone, who roamed that abnormal day. This old "lonely" woman gazing up at a black Misty portal, opened up.A multitude of pale hands reached out in confusion. They looked like, the living, that never made it to the light.(heaven)

All of a sudden... darkness.. The fire was carnal. The room stood still...time slowed down.Silence, she stood there, making out a faded face. Blinded, by her own iniquity. Hell gates opened. The floor disappeared...fire blazing.. Screams, rung her ears off. A hand trailed her. She let out an unholy screech, her soul was taken to the everlasting darkness. Were there is no return.

Present day

Megan, and her soon to be, Zack moved into an ancient, wooden, suburban house. They bought the house pricing at $100,000 and repairing was about $350,000.

Megan was of the Melanin tribe. Her generation, adapted the culture of waist singeing. She had a smooth, touch to her skin. With a natural hourglass figure. Enchanting Zack, with her Succubus like beauty.

Her peanut face helped in defining her multi-colored eyes. With a warm welcoming personality. She had a freaky belief in the supernatural world and is considered a gifted.

Zack was of the mixed Caucasian (quarter black and three quarters white). He was bulked. About five inches taller than Megan which was 5:4. With Crystal blue eyes, that dazzles in the sunshine. A tough cookie and very protective of his prized possessions.(Megan)

On the first day they slept on the ground, due to slow shipping of their furniture. Megan laid comfortably next to Zack, tossing and turning as the rain, brutally abused the windows.

The lightning embraced the house, ever so slightly. Megan jumped out her sleep panting glaring around. A shadow figure flashed across her eye sight. Springing up off the ground waking her boyfriend.

"Honey, I-I think someone is in the house,"she said panting heavily inhaling deeply.

"Baby go Back to sleep,"he yawned stretching, holding her legs,pulling her to the ground, to his warm calming grip.

The electricity flickered, fully went out, soon as their eyes laid comfortably, in a drunken haze.

Bright and early, about seven a big shipping container arrived with the furniture. They unload one by one. Zack's father came with his red Jeep.

His father was known as Jack, was muscular, five foot eleven, with enticing which glittered as the sun beamed on them.

Zack's mom died when he was a young baby, around the age of one. She had gone "crazy" while on a late shift. Evidence showed that she was normal, then she "snapped". Launching herself over a glass staircase. She feel twenty feet, surviving a millisecond to curse her only son. "The darkness will rain over him. FOR EV..." Just then as she laid stiffened, body disfigured, blood seeping within the cracks, of the shined colourless tiles.

Melley was a rather Thick woman. She wasn't the size of any Victoria model yet she was a goddess.

Eyes as the sun, orange with a hint of light brown.Megan admired her astonishing beauty.

Zoey, was Zack's sister. She wasn't in any comparison to any of them. She had about five boyfriends, at the age of 14 and at age 15 with 6 failed relationships. She was Zack's only sibling, her beauty was almost unbearable.

Even as a strong minded man, you would still slip and slide in her enchantment drip. Her eyes was the sky. One of the weapons to draw her prey, the perfect guy.

They all came out of the car . Megan trod over in the direction, to give a helping hand with the unpacking of Zack's and her personal belongings. While heading back to the house, she looked up to the second floor, to behold, a shadow mist,covering the window.

She shrugged it off as nothing, thinking it's the room with the black curtains . Once on the porch, which had broken glass in one pile ,dirt and cobwebs,or covered in white paint.

A chill, stepped in her. She shook off the feelings and entered the house. A sensation of an unexplainable presence, boldly stood in front of her. Fear kicked her nervous system, causing her to stand there paralyzed. The sensation last only thirty seconds, but felt like a lifetime.

Weeks later, after all the continuous paint jobs they found a paint that stayed on the walls. Red was the first attempt and it dripped off the walls like water, blue was the second and black molds appeared. It was as if the house told them

"I don't want that."

Finally getting to rest, from all the calories burnt, they celebrated their patience and self work.

Megan entertained Zack, making a popular spaghetti recipe. They lounged in their pajamas on their red butt hugging couch, having their first full meal in the house.

They turn on the television and began to watch, STRANGER THINGS. As they proceed in what they were doing, they heard some commotion in the kitchen.

Zack being very protective snatched up a baseball bat in his sweaty palms. Strolling, in the kitchen turning on the light as quickly as possible. Expecting a foreign Creature, getting in attack mode. Unfortunately, his theory was indeed false and had to deal with all the pots ,pans, forks and spoons stacked in a pyramid while cabinets were wide open.