Hidden In Plain Sight

Never Go Alone

"The Ice Beneath my feet was thin, and lies were building" 

The house was practically empty the eyes of the painting were the only thing visible, what was the cost, the cost of living? The way the walls were positioned, it was like a writing. So I started to scribble, names and dates. Figuring out who was who, and who shouldn't be there at all. I started with Smith, my history teacher, she had lived for now a fairly ordinary life. It was apparent that nothing was there, she was empty, Ordinary. Being silent, quiet, alone, I could always find ways to be near people, watching. Everyone had a crime, Like Houston, he was similar to me, he enjoyed killing, mainly small animals. Things better than him. I put a picture of him on my wall, the next will be him. Blun tells me about most of the people's secrets. The silence except for the scribbling of my pencil and the beating of my heart. I do this for hours writing, watching, rememberin. I walk, the same way I always do when I remember too much, when I remember my parents. I to the school. The same way I do, every day. Except now it was night. I didn't remember bringing the knife with me, it wasn't something that I should have needed, it only came when I needed it. The hallway was dark, even the ghost's weren't out. It was cold, colder then I ever felt, mist spewed on the darkened streets. "The well." Blun slowly whispered in my ear, "What? Why?" he didn't respond. This makes the purpose of my walk clear, something was wrong. My legs start to burn from the run, the creature was never one to contact me. He was an eater of guilty souls, my friend. I pass through the school doors not really thinking about it. The hallways are dark and quiet the way they should be. The janitor wasn't even out. The silence is refreshing, it softens the pain of my legs and the ache of my eyes. Ice had begun to freeze on my fingertips, it was summer, frost didn't just appear out of thin air. The hallway's started to freeze behind me. I would admit, this is the first time I was afraid. I burst through the back door the trail of frost stops there. The trees are laughing at me now, it's no longer quiet, I can hear them shouting, "look at Silverlake." "he thinks he's special?" it was about a minute long run from the school to the well. Although right now it felt like hours. The tree's only grew louder and louder has I went my way towards the well. I couldn't hear myself think over the chorus of the tree's. I reached the well and saw a black garbage bag, filled with many lumps. I knew what they were, they were the bodies. Foku had brought them up "Ryan, I am the eater of the guilty, destroyer of the damned. Yet you bring me those who are innocent? You betrayed me, hurt me. It's my turn now." I see a dark shadow rise out of the well, it's as tall as three men, and slender, it's face is large, darkened. It rushes towards me, I try to avoid, but I hear Blun's voice "Don't it will be worse if you do." the creature's body passes directly into mine.

Have you ever moved and think that you weren't really there, watching yourself from the outside. I couldn't control my body. The creature makes me grab my own dagger and stab myself with it. I feel my own death imminent, the thing I imagine constantly being so painful. The creature leaves and the shadow dive's back into the well leaving me, dying. I wander my way back to the school, tear's swelling from the pain, and the fear of if I would be heard. The tree's are silent now as I stumble my way trying to find someone to help. The mist and cold hadn't vanished, but they were irrelevant, the only thing I could feel was my warm blood pouring out of my chest. When I reach the door I start to crawlleaving a thicker trail behind, I try to call for help. Except no one answers, the only sound is the silence of night, and the sound of my cries. I collapse there, waiting for death to come, because I knew no one would be there, and they would find a corpse in the morning, yet nobody would mourn.