Death Has Wings

Christmas At Grandma Mae's

Mother said to never believe in things that you cannot see. Grandma Mae said to believe in the unknown. I was little, and I always took my Grandma's word over Mother's. So I was that one kid that always believed in the most bizarre things. Aliens. Ghosts. Even demons.

At school, the teachers grew very concerned. They called my parents in and told them what I had been doing at school. Drawing pictures of the demons I saw, talking like they talked, doing what they did. The teachers said it was unnatural behaviour and that my parents should take me to a therapist.

My parents took me to my Grandma instead. She told me stories about the voices in her head, and what they told her to do. Once, she told me that if I ever get voices in my head, I should come straight to her and she would get rid of them. With her magic spells. I always wanted to see Grandma Mae do her magic spells when I was little. I still do now.

One Christmas, when the whole family was invited to Grandma Mae's house, she said that the demons were going to come out and play. No-one took her seriously but me. "Grandma, stop being silly. There's no such thing as demons." Mother always used to say, and I always gave my Grandma a knowing look.

That day, the demons did come out to play. They started with little things, such as moving the cutlery or playing with people's hair. But then they got violent. They threw knives at Mother, dragged Father across the room, dunked Lilith's head into the fish tank until she passed out and threw the table up towards the ceiling. They ignored me and Grandma Mae.

All the time that the chaos was happening, I could see them. I could see the demons. I was laughing on the inside. I thought that everyone could see them. Well, I was wrong. In the end, Mother could see me smirking and whisked me out of that 'Hell house'. She took me to a professional therapist this time. It didn't help.