14.10.1973,Saturday
A whole day had past since the demand was out spoken.
Teeth.. What a strange thing to ask for.
Teeth..
The raspy voice continued to yell out their wish
Teeth.
The whole night.
Ophelia didn't close an eye that night, it was terrifying.
Absolutely horrifying.
She couldn't handle this anymore, the lack of well needed sleep after the surreal discovery made her take drastic measures, her body almost moving on it's own as her hand reached for the tiny red box in her drawer.
She opened it, pulling one shiny object out of it and stuffed it with shaky hands into the hole.
The groaning stopped.
Silence filled the room.
A gnashing sound followed quickly after some cracking and clacking.
A truly blood curling noise, making the girl gulp from the gruesomeness of the scene before her.
'What have I done'.
18.10.1973,Tuesday
The nights past, the sun rose and fell, over and over again.
Night after night, the young girl wandered frantically through her room when the voice began croaking again.
Every little sound made her jump out of the bed in seconds, listening deeply for any indication of the thing's growling want for more.
The sunset, even the thought of it made the morbid girl sick to her stomach.
The gnashing.
It followed her into her dreams.
It didn't seem to stop, not after the second tooth or the third or the fourth...
The thing only kept it's mouth shut for a short period of time after it had devoured another milk tooth of hers.
'What if I just tell my parents about it? What will they do? Will they move me to another room? Break up the wall? Pull out whatever is hiding in there? No, they will probably think I'm... a lunatic, again'
A single salty tear rolled down her tired face, exhausted and frustrated from the strangeness of it all.
She silently fell down to her knees, praying in her thoughts for it to stop.
Her legs were shaking violently, her thin fingers pressing hard against he reddened eyes.
She was truly scared of what what might lurk behind the old wall, watching her every movement, stealing her well needed sleep, it was enough.
When suddenly an evil thought of realization broke down on her.
She peaked down to the red box in her hands and opened the lid.
Empty.
The tears stopped falling, her hands stopped shaking, her breathing stopped momentaily.
The groaning made its appearence again.
YOU ARE READING
The Strange Case of Ophelia Cortess
Horror(Originally, this was a project for school but since my teacher was so excited about it i chose to upload it) A short horror story about a little girl and the gruesome discovery she made.
