The Terrible Night With My Friends

Chapter 7

   9:04 pm

   Claire blinks her eyes open, her throat sore from the choking, and she immediately feels a wave of nausea run over her body. She pukes on herself, her puke the same consistency and look as black tar.
   She's laying in Claires in Harpers living room, on the bright blue carpet, her puke soaking into a spot, making it a ugly shade of navy blue. "Sorry Harper" she thinks to herself as she lifts herself up. She can still feel the heavy weight of the backpack on her shoulders, and she turns her head as she gets up, to still see the mud covered backpack on her shoulders.
   She gets up and dusts herself off, her arms and legs soaked in blood, her bright blue yoga leggings and purple tank top tattered and ripped from the rough ground outdoors.
   She tries to remember what happened, but can only see flashes of it in her head. She sees the flash of an image, a mans throat being slit, blood pouring out into a shiny gold cup. She grasps her head, the pounding only getting worse by the second.
   She sees the flash of another image, Paisley being stabbed in the eye, blue green liquid spilling out the hole in her head, Claire starts to groan while gripping the sides of her hair, still tied in a bun, but tattered and frizzy.
   The last image she sees before she passes out again is Harper sitting on the floor of the shed saying "I think we should find holy water".
   The words echo in her head.
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9:04 pm
   Harper is panting, her tongue dry, her throat dry, her entire body deprived of water. Every step she takes sends a pain throughout her body.
   Her entire body aches, and every step takes a small groan, but she's still forces herself to speed walk, because she knows Claire is in danger.
   The pain spreads through her body, almost torturing her. While she's walking she hears a sudden noise. She stops walking, very suddenly.
   A snarling.
   The sound of a pig feasting on his trash.
   The sound of a zombie slurping wet organs.
   Harper slowly turns around, her breaths shakily falling off her soft pink lips.
   She sees a old naked man feasting on the dead body of Claire, snarling and snorting as he feasts on her wet organs.
   "Its not real" she whispers breathily as she turns back around, the words landing on her vivid fuchsia colored lips.
   She keeps walking through the field, one foot after another, one foot after the other, one step closer to saving Claire and exorcising Paisley.
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9:13 pm
   "We should find holy water"
   The words echo in Claire's head as she walks through the black void, this time, a small layer of blood spread out on the ground, running for the eternity of time.
   As she takes every step, you can hear the clack of her boots against the blood and the blood splashing back
   She feels a tap sharp on her shoulder.
   She turns around slowly.
   She sees Paisley.
   Pretty Paisley. Her light brown hair long to her belly button, her hazel colored eyes shining in the darkness.
   "Paisley?" Claire asks, looking at her with a concerned glow in her dark brown eyes.
    "Yeah its Paisley" says Paisley shrugging "My soul at least."
   "Are you okay?" Claire asks, looking into her eyes, trying understand if what she sees in front of her is really real.
   "Of course I'm okay!" says Paisley enthusiastically, and Claires eyes grow wide. "All my plans are going great! I play ouija and summon Faith, I give her my vessel, torture y'all until y'all go vulnerable, and then take your souls"
   "What?" Claire says, tears in her eyes "I thought we were friends! I loved you! I love you! Mr.Castillo? Girl problems? You were my best friend!". Claire is sobbing and broken, her face in her palms, and she takes a few steps back.
   "We were never friends" says Paisley, and when she ends that sentence, Claire gasps and she awakes on the blue carpet.
   The words echo in her head
   "We were never friends"
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9:26 pm
   Harper keeps walking, almost feeling like she's going to pass out, her white pajama shirt almost soaked in sweat, blood, and blue green ooze.
   Every time she hears something slightly eerie, she yells a bible passage, then points her middle finger, and keeps speed walking towards her farm house.
   Then she realized.
   Every step she takes, Paisley was making a step more.
   She has to hurt or injure Paisley in the head, so she could stop her demon magic, and run to the house then.
   She had to feed into the fear, so she could see demon Paisley.
   So she kept walking, waiting for something "scary" happen, and it happened quicker than she expected.
   She saw a little girl ahead of her. "You could do better" she thought as she pretended to approach the girl slowly "in fear"
   "Who are you" she said as she slowly approached the girl.
   "Faith" the girl said softly. Harper stopped approaching her.
    And suddenly, the girls bones started to crack and expanded into demon Paisley, slowly approaching Harper.
   "Yesss" Harper whispered under her breath as she slang the backpack over her front, unzipping and pulling out a shotgun.
   She aimed and shot, getting bullseye the first time, knocking out demon Paisley.
   She smirks as she shoves the gun in her bag, and suddenly, the back door to the house, is steps away.
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9:26 pm
   Claire wakes up, gasping for air, the words still echoing in her heads.
"We were never friends"
   She slowly gets up, stumbling, the drowsiness almost completely gone, her head spinning slowly.
   "Jesus water" she whispers to herself as she uses the couch to push herself up.
    Once she's completely up, both feet flat she whispers it again "jesus water".
    "Harper" she says, her eyes getting wide as saucers "Wheres Harper?"
   Harper stumbles into the living room, almost dead. "right here" she says weakly.