The Four Visitors (short story)

Short Story

When I was walking to school this morning something about the air seemed heavy, almost like there had been a nuclear war the night before, or like in Harry Potter when the Dementors are flying over you. I thought I could hear footsteps behind me but every time I turned around there wasn't anyone there 'maybe I'm just tired' I thought to myself  I had a rough night full of nightmares of a girl, her name was death, her hair was long and as black as pitch her eyes were wide and watery there was no iris it looked like she just had a pupils, the water from her eyes made her eye makeup streak down her pail ghostly face, but she had bright red lips , and her teeth were red as if she were drinking blood all day she just smiled and walked towards me when I finally woke up from the dream, I looked over at my closet that was left open but I could swear I closed it before climbing into bed, there stood a man, he was tall and looked like he was going to break in half if he leaned any way, I closed my eyes and sunk into my sheets hiding myself from him, I stayed like that for five minute trying to regain my courage to look or maybe get up and run to my mom's room. When I looked up he was still standing there, but this time I looked like he grew tentacles, they were flailing around and coming towards me, when he left the closet I could see his face, his lips he sewn shut, and his eyes were pure white, he was dressed in a fitted black suit with white pin strips going down it, his face was white like snow. I let out a shriek and he was gone.

 I thought that was the end of it but when I looked at the end of my bed there was a small child, he looked about eight, with chubby cheeks and big brown eyes, his face was covered in freckles and he smiled with crooked teeth, when he looked at me I got the sensation that he was looking into my soul and taking my life, his smile scared me and this eyes were too big for his face, he climbed up onto my bed and I realized he wasn't alive, the little boy was dead, he had a big stab wound in his chest and his clothes were covered in blood, his blood, there were huge hand prints on his ripped jeans that I knew couldn't belong to his tiny frail body, "What happened to you" I asked him, silence, he didn't say a word to me, he just kept getting closer and closer to my face finally when his nose was just centimetres from mine, I let out a gasp and covered my face with my blanket I thought he would have been gone, I don't know why because it didn't work last time, so when I uncovered my face to look into the boys eyes he wasn't a boy anymore, he transformed from a child to an angry looking tall man with orange hair his stab wound was gushing out blood that's how I knew he was the little boys, but this time when he smiled his teeth were all missing, in his mouth were just red bloody gums, and have been cut and scraped to shit, like they were ripped out by a pair of rusty old pliers, he smiled and tilted his head to the left when he saw the fear in my eyes he chuckled, letting me know his amusement out of this, he started gnawing on his fingers, when I closed my eyes all I could hear was the gross sound it was making, I screamed for my mom who then came running in, he was gone,

vanished into thin air. My mom just said it was a dream and walked away, when she closed the door behind her there was a fourth ghostly looking girl, she was small and chubby, but far from adorable, she was sitting in a dog position and panting like she's ran for ten miles, she looked like she was going to rip my head off and her chubby cheeks had bite marks on them, human bite marks, her eyes were red and bleeding nothing about her was appealing she wasn't cute, she was the person of my night meres, her wrists were slit and pouring out blood, her lips looked chapped and tears were streaming out of her squinty eyes, and I didn't notice at first but when I looked harder I realized she was naked, she was curled up in the corner by my door naked, crying and bleeding, "what happened to you" I asked her hopping to get a better response then last time, nothing, I asked one more time and as I opened my mouth to ask she screamed and ran at me her stomach flapped up and down and her legs clapped together as she ran  'how can my mom not hear this?' I questioned I got off my bad as soon as she reached it, her mouth foaming like she had rabies, she got off my bed and went back to the corner, when I got to my bed I climbed up and went under the blankets, she sat there and hissed at me and got up, she opened the door and walked away.  I realized that for the past ten minutes I've been zoned out and walked right pass my school, when I turned around to go back there was a group of people I had to walk pass, whom of which looked oddly familiar... all four of them resembled each visitor from last night, it sent me into a panic and I ran back to the school.