The Double Soul

Straight to Hell

It comes at night to haunt

Him with the double soul

No one would have thought

That the soul of a composer, who had died years ago,

Would return to overtake and consume

A boy with music, nothing more

And bring him to his doom

Eddy woke up, immediately looking at his arms. The same thing had happened. Scratches were all over his body.

Nervous about what he would see next, he trudged over to the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. More bruises had appeared on his neck and chest, and a bloody scar marked his cheek.

No matter how many times he saw it, the image still haunted him. What in the world was going on?
Every night, Eddy would fall asleep, completely confident his home was secure. When he woke up the next morning, though, he would have marks everywhere. It had begun when he started composing for his violin, in the key of B-flat major (where both E and B are flatted). 

One time, he had tried to pull an all-nighter to find the reason. But then a light -- a bright red light -- had flashed into his eyes. Eddy had fallen into a heap, once again victim to the monster consuming him.

Every day, Eddy grew increasingly weaker and weaker from the injuries. He had tried reporting it to the police. They simply laughed at him, thinking he just had a wild night. Which he did, but not in the way the police assumed.

Eddy sighed. Why did he have to be a man? If a girl had the exact same injuries and reported it to the police, they would have investigated the house inside out to find the reason why. With Eddy, they just shook it off.

One time, he had even tried to visit a friend's house overnight to avoid the injuries. The same thing occured. At least he received sympathy that time, but Eddy had still not solved the issue.

And it almost seemed as if Eddy had a mental change since those attacks started. He was less personable and lacked the innocence he had before. It was almost as if a part of him was missing.

After trying to figure out a way to catch his assaulter, Eddy finally decided to pull another all-nighter. Except, this time he would hide in his closet. With a bat to ward the danger off.

As he sat uncomfortably, curled in a ball, he couldn't help but wonder if this was a bad idea. If whatever was harming him found him, he would be completely cornered. Now that darkness fell, however, Eddy knew he had no choice. The monster was now lurking. 

He couldn't help but feel a shiver run through his back. Attempting to control his shaking, Eddy tried to relax his muscles. But then he heard the window crack upon, and a strong gust of wind whoosh throughout the room. He tensed up all over again.

The monster had come.

Eddy avoided letting out a yelp, holding his breath to avoid making a single sound. He gripped the bat and buried himself deeper in the closet.

But it was almost as if the monster knew exactly where he was. After the wind circled the room once, it tore the doors open. Eddy was tossed back and forth by the deadly wind. He had completely lost control of all movement, captive to the force. That same red light flashed in his eyes.

This time, however, Eddy was prepared. He used all of his strength to lift his hand, covering his eyes from the dangerous rays. Even if he died trying, he would find out what the cause of his injuries were.

Suddenly, he felt fingers slide along his neck, the nails digging into his tender skin. Eddy tried to push the hands away, but his effort to move before had taken away all of his energy.

Perhaps staying awake for this wasn't such a great idea. Perhaps Eddy should have just let himself slowly die. Perhaps he should just give up now.

The monster lunged at Eddy over and over again, scratching its long fingernails along Eddy's neck. Except, this thing wasn't a monster. It was a spirit.

After a few moments of failed attempts to overtake Eddy, the spirit quieted.

There was silence. Then a shrill voice pierced in the air.

"You dare remain awake during my soul hunting?!" the spirit cried.

"I-I didn't know. I kept getting injuries, and-and. Who... are you?" Eddy stuttered.

"I am Pagalingling, the spirit of Paganini, who sold me to the devil to work for him." Then the spirit groaned. "Because you have seen me, I am no longer able to take the other side of your soul. So I will be bringing you to hell with me."

Eddy desperately tried to run away, dashing for the door. The moment he touched it, however, he realized it was locked. He tried to pull away, but his hand was stuck to the knob.

The spirit crept closer and closer to him. Eddy screamed, hoping to alert someone. But then his mouth shut, and he was unable to say another word.

Everything went black.