Candle Lit Nightmares

Shattered

   He was alone that night. He was relieved to finally have the house to himself without having to watch one of his younger siblings or have the worries of his parents hearing how he truly spoke.

   Instead of playing off his Xbox 1 like he usually did, he though that tonight would be a great night to watch something off the living room Tv. Popcorn, a big slice of chocolate cake, and a cold can of coca-cola sounding like the high life to him.

   Pressing the popcorn button on the microwave, he stepped away and decided to make sure all the doors and windows were locked. A series of reports had been breaking out around the neighborhood of people randomly going suicidal or crazy.

   He was glad he had declined the invitation his parents offered him of going with them and his siblings to their grandparents. Sure he loved his grandpa and grandma, but he would prefer to stay home.

   The house was silent until he had popped a cheesy comedy into the disk drive and the popcorn beginning to pop. The microwave beeped, alarming him that his food was ready. Boy tonight was going to be splendid!

   Turning the lights off except the lamp next to the couch, he sat himself down and began snacking on his food while snickering at the stupid parts of the movie.

   Everything had been going just fine until he heard glass break from upstairs. It was as though his whole world froze as he gaped at the hallway that lead upstairs. He first thought of an intruder in the house.

  Getting up slowly from his spot, he slowly crept over to peer up the dark staircase. Nothing seemed to be moving in the darkness but... He felt like something was terribly off.

   He stood there, listening carefully. The only noise he heard now was from the Tv out in the living room. Chills ran up and down his spine as he willed himself to forget about it and go back to the living room.

But after the movie had completely stopped, he couldn't stop feeling shaken about the situation. He sat there staring at the main menu, barley moving a muscle.

He had almost convinced himself that everything was okay and that he was only overreacting. That was until the light from the staircase turned on. He froze, stuck staring wide eyed at the staircase.

A long claw like hand reached all the way down the stairs, the creatures body and face hidden from sight. The hand stretched out, almost as though trying to reach and grab something.

He felt his heart stop at the sight. Whatever it was, terrified him. He felt his ears ring, not realizing he had already started screaming. He felt like he was drowning in insanity as he couldn't look away from the things long arms.

He couldn't stop screaming, even after his throat became torn and bleeding. He had fallen into such a deep craze that he didn't realize that he had started scratching at his eyes.

When his parents had gotten home, they had screamed bloody murder at the sight of their son. He was covered in his own blood, his eyes squished and scratched out of his sockets. His vocals so torn that he could no longer make sound even though he continued to silently scream.

They would never understand what had drove him to this extent of brutality. Of course, no one would understand at all until they see him.