Stranded in the storm
Bright and early as the birds sang, Zack was woken up by a rung. The doorbell continued to sound, he mourned. Lazily, swaying side to side , dragging his hand along the walls.
Reaching the staircase with moments to, oh how he was walking Ooh so slow. Peering through the hole to see an old wrinkled lady about sixty five. She looked blinded. She stood emotionless as he opened the door. Inviting her into. Little did he knew he invited the demon within his home.
He turned around and oddly she wasn't nowhere in sight. It was as if she vanished from the living. Reluctantly, he journeyed to his resting Haven to drift back off to sleep. On the last step facing an eclipsed, hair-raising hallway he heard a whispered name.
Longing to feel the warmth of this bed he ignored it. Arriving at his destination he turned the handle of a door he left wide open. Thoughts started flooding his mind and fear levels overflowing.
A shadow moved out in a distance just beyond the bed. Megan laid comfortably. A pale, vaporous dim sun lights the room. It seems to get Zack's attention by viciously tossing a crucifix that was nailed to the wall at him.
Once in pain the figure danced in the dim light ,getting bigger as it approached. Twisting its body in serpent like postures and bone cracking noises dangled in his ears.
Zack backed up trying to at least reach the door. In a blink of his eyes the old woman with black circles under her eyes , blood flowing from the gap which her mouth once was positioned.. Just before she grabbed him he woke up.
Later that day a storm on folds from nowhere. Sky abused by pollution darken breaking down in tires. Trees clawing at the window, as the ceiling get sweaty. The rain beat the door while the wind begged to come in. Electricity off and nothing to do other than wait.
Migel who sat comfortably on the couch," Zack... Amma look for something for us to do. We finna be bored if I don't," breaking the unsettling silence.
Megan woke with a fever so it was Zack's responsibility to care for her.
Going up the stairs, candle in hand walking without invitation in a cold spot. His breath was of an icy mist that danced in sight for a while, then vanished.
He shivered as the temperature drop rapidly. And it seemed to get colder at the door of Zack's and Megan's resting place.
Bravery dropping at every split second. Candle outwards leading the way. When a soft whisper said,"You aren't welcome here." It rang in his ears ,"You AREN'T WELCOME HERE!" A figure approached, it twists its head, turning towards the window, so that it's faceless expression can be seen.
He stood at the door, paralyzed in fear. Door slamming behind him pulling him back to reality. He turned to twist the handle, the metal's coldness leaping along his arm like iced energy released from a source.
He pulls the door open and the darkness beyond is more dense. It seemed to swell into the bedroom, a malevolent entity. He shrinks away, reluctant to allow contact with this fresh darkness.
He passed through the doorway to stand shivering in the hallway, overlooking the staircase when electricity came back.
Going back into the room after lying to himself that it wasn't real to find a mysterious object just peeking underneath the bed. It was an Ouija board, and it seemed like it had just been in use by someone or something....?
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LEGIONS INSIDE
HorrorLEGIONS INSIDE" is a novel based on a scripture verse Luke 8:30 kjv And Jesus asked him, saying, What is thy name? And he said, "Legions, because we are many." Megan and Zack, was a young engaged couple which moved into a house unknowing to the...
