"It... It can't be!"
Came Kennan's responsive words of utter shock, clear disbelief and finally, the painful realization of just what he'd been told, he was going to "pay" for.
An overwhelming feeling of dread washed over little Kennan, as he struggled in vain to keep a-hold of what little composure he had over himself. All he could see in this moment, was the pale, somewhat faded image of that same little girl, he'd just seen. Only now, she was standing, helpless, in the middle of what looked to be that very same busy road that had previously shown itself to him. It pained Kennan to no end, to know that all he could do was watch in horror; as the shining, brightly-lit vehicle sped closer and closer towards the young girl. Beads of sweat, soon became apparent upon the young boy's forehead. His knuckles slowly whitened, due to the tightness of the fists he was now forming, with both his nervous, shaking hands. The all too familiar stinging sensation of tears, could be felt in the corners of his clouded eyes. Nothing he could see, hear or feel right now was making a bit of sense, to him. To be so cruelly, so severely punished, for the actions of another person.
Kennan now knew, deep down, that this must have been the true reason behind his grandmother being so very against this trip. He knew he should never have come here, he should have listened to her when he had the chance to. But what truly plagued him even more, was that he now had no choice... Little Kennan could now do nothing, but simply face up to the consequences of another's irreversible actions. But whose, exactly? While he could surely gather a lot from the ghostly visions; about what had exactly happened to this unfortunate little soul, there was still a multitude of unanswered questions. Each one, swimming freely around in his troubled mind; battling the others violently, for Kennan's full attention. It was almost more than the young boy could take, his very mind almost collapsing in on itself. He had to do something, he had to try to save himself... With his options so severely limited, it was more than difficult to make a logical decision at this point. But Kennan felt he had to at least try – he wouldn't give up, he just didn't have that in him.
Suddenly, before Kennan could even begin to figure out a distinct plan of action in this situation; the whole room within the church was filled, from top to bottom, with what looked to be large, black dogs. Only, these were no ordinary canine creatures. These particular dogs were especially ghost-like; with blood-red eyes, a faded appearance and what looked like a rather eerie glow around them. There were hundreds, perhaps even thousands of them, now surrounding little Kennan. They circled him menacingly, almost like vultures would circle an old, dead carcass they' d just come across. It was truly frightening, to say the least, more so because young Kennan just so happened to be the only person inside the church building at the time. In spite of how long ago it was, when the dreaded funeral of little Sadie took place; there was still many a person who simply wouldn't dare venture within five miles of this place. For some, it was for fear of what may become of them, as a result of their untimely visit. For others, it was because they still couldn't quite bring themselves to accept that Sadie was really gone. Their hearts were still filled with a confusing mix of anger, bitter hatred and a pain so deep; it felt as if it were forever embedded into their very heart and soul.
The ghost of the little girl simply stood, laughing maniacally just ahead of Kennan; as his truly petrified screeches filled the church. It would appear that, after being stuck, trapped in the afterlife for so long now; little Sadie's heart would be simply burning for revenge on the living – and as she was no longer able to conduct such revenge on her father, this left her with only one suitable option. His second-born child would now be the one to pay the price for Sadie's accidental, yet tragic death. It was an all too perfect plan, in her sunken in, blood-stained eyes. For why should this new little boy get to enjoy a long, full-filing life of his own, when that chance was simply ripped so clean away from Sadie herself? It just didn't seem at all fair to her, to look at it that way. There was simply no way, she was going to allow him to get away with having what she couldn't. To do so would surely be a crime in itself, in her mind. Even after all this time, her very soul was still a toxic concoction of sheer hatred of Damian, outright jealousy toward Kennan and most of all; heart-wrenching pain that her innocent young life was stolen from her, so soon. Who knows how long it would take her, to come to terms with such an atrocity, if she ever would? Who says she would even have to?
YOU ARE READING
Child Without a Voice.
Horror- - - - It had been merely a year, since the occurrence of that one tragic incident. Yet in spite of it all, Damian could still remember what had happened, as if it were only yesterday. The loud, ear-piercing screeches of the speeding vehicle's tire...
