Kacey is too frightened to get out of bed at night as her heart is telling her not to. The situation escalates every night and she finally figures out why adrenalin forbids her to leave her mattress...
"I hurried past the trees and not thinking, I ran across the road. I had a very odd feeling I was being followed. I felt a strong energy all over my body that sent shivers down my spine, it felt like a spider was crawling down it. I knew my mum would be cross if I got home after dark; it was Winter of course.
I spotted my house in the distance and skittishly scrambled towards the bricky road. I nearly tripped up with my shoes being untied, but I knew I had no time to tie my laces. I soon arrived at my doorstep and barged in, I slammed the door behind me with a loud 'BANG!'.
My mum ran over to me worriedly and started going on about my red face,
"Darling, are you alright? You look flushed! Here, use this wet flannel to cool your face off."
"Honestly, mum I'm fine! There's no need to maul me." I replied,
"I wasn't mauling you! What do you think I am, a bear?" she asked. I really didn't care what questions she had to ask, I was tired and I wanted to be in bed. I ran upstairs as fast as I could and all I heard was,
"Young lady, I asked you a question!" she shouted,
"Sorry, miscommunication! I thought it was rhetorical!" I giggled and walked to my room. My room is in the attic and it gets extremely dark with no windows for a shaft of light to come in from the moonlight. It was dark by then and I could tell. I changed into my pyjamas and slid my legs and body under the warm covers. I heard a creaking noise on the steps to the attic. I assumed it was my mum. I was wrong, nobody was there. I couldn't see whoever it was if it was a person,
"Mum!" I shouted, "MUM FUCKING ANSWER ME!"
"Alright, alright! That's no way to talk to your mother now is it Kacey?" I heard a voice on the steps,
"Mum I can't see you!" I hissed. There was no reply. I went downstairs to talk to my mum and said, "Why didn't you bring my hot chocolate up?"
"What? I'm just making it now," she asked,
"But you were up there just a second-" I realised that wasn't my mum that was speaking to me on the steps. The only time my mum ever comes that close to my room is to deliver my hot chocolate. I lay in bed, blank at the thought of who that could've been...
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I ran back upstairs when something in the room to my right caught my eye. I stepped closer to my sister(Amelia)'s room when the door slammed behind me. I gasped and turned around to see the door fully shut,
"What the hell? Mum! Mum help!" I banged on the door as hard as I possibly could but there was no response from my mum. I soon noticed what a terrible state Amelia's room was in. I didn't know what to do. Was this a joke?
"Max! I swear. You absolute idiot I am not falling for another one of your pranks again. Fine be a bloody wimp and don't come out to show yourself!" I shouted as loud as possible. Max is my best friend. He is supposed to be that rather than scaring me to death! Where was my sister? I didn't know but I wanted to find out. When all hope was lost on getting out of there, I passed out cold. It was almost as though I dropped dead. I soon awoke back in my bed at the same time as when I heard "my mum" or whoever. This was getting really strange...
I ran downstairs, all the lights were out and no sign of my mum. I checked in the living room and the TV was on. It was a woman with 2 children on either side of her. She pointed at me and mouthed something along these lines,
"You. You! You are..." and I couldn't make out the rest. I was so confused when the lights suddenly faded on. The TV channel changed, it wasn't midnight and I felt safer. My mum was in the kitchen, still making my hot chocolate. I felt sick; my mum was there, making hot chocolate what felt like AGES ago.
"Um mum, where is Amelia?" I said,
"Upstairs playing dear," she replied. I sprinted back to my sister's room to find a nice, colourful bedroom. How lovely, my sister was sat playing with her mini rocking horse (that, thank the Lord, didn't look demented anymore). I walked casually back to my room and slid myself back under the covers. Somewhere between 11:30 am-12:00 am, I heard a voice whisper into my ear,
"You. You! You are the child of the lost soul..." I immediately knew who she was talking about, my dad. He died 3 years ago in a tragic car crash. He was an alcoholic and a drug addict. Lost is definitely the right word to use for his soul. Yes, he was drunk when it happened and not surprisingly, he was the one that was driving. He killed all four of the other people in the car too. Innocent souls, one being a preacher (don't even ask why. I'm still unsure why there was a preacher in there too). I was only 11 when it all happened. I assume you can count so you'll know I am now, 3 years later, 14 years old.
I woke up, sweat pouring down my face and onto the duvet. My heart felt as though it was being tugged out of my chest. Oh! Matter of fact it was,
"HEY GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU DIRTY, FLOATING PIECE OF SH- ... SMOKE!", and that was it. I died. She pulled my heart out of my body. Or did she? This continued to happen every time I died. I would wake up sweaty and horrible and she would remove my heart like it was nothing. Had she done this before? The pain was indescribable and having to experience it over and over again is just awful... I mean, it happened again and again until I finally figured out that I had to find a way to not get killed if that makes any sense.
Then one time, I woke up with my mum on my bed and she scared me SO much that I grabbed my selfie stick and shoved it through her heart. I could have cried, but I killed myself to go to some other weird dream dimension. My vision was fading. It was all fading. WHY WAS IT NOT WORKING?!
