Don't Trust Her

Guilty Is Charged

Malcolm couldn't live with himself any longer. The pain became to much for him to handle, he couldn't deal with it any more. He got out of bed,  his clock reading 5:49am, goes to open his door, and wakes up in bed again, his clock reading 5:49am. Malcolm got up again, went to open his door, and woke up in bed, his clock reading 5:49am. Malcolm was now scared and confused, then in the corner of his eye, he saw something move, he turned to see nothing, at least, that's what he thought at first. Malcolm got up to check what he thought he saw, he grabbed his phone for light and started to walk towards the window where he saw it. he lifted the curtains and saw a figure, he screamed and run to his door, the figure just stood there and stared at him. Malcolm opened the door and ran into the next room. he slammed the door and looked around, he was back in his room, with the figure still standing by the window. Malcolm opened his door and ran to the next room, slammed his door shut and looked around, he was back in his room again, with the figure STILL standing by the window. Malcolm yelled out "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!". All he got as a response were faint whispers and mumbles. Then the figure started walking towards him, slowly it came towards him. Malcolm tried to move but he was frozen in place, all he could do was watch as the figure slowly walk towards him. When the figure came into the light, Malcolm saw it, it had a creep smile and horrible yellow eyes, it was gender-less and naked, wearing nothing but its own skin. Malcolm made eye contact with it. "What are you?" was all that left his lips. "I'm what humans call guilt" was the response Malcolm revived. They stood in place just staring at each other for what felt like years before the creature spoke again. "I collect the souls that hold on for to long, The guilty souls, The Harmful Souls". Malcolm said nothing, he just stood there as memories and thoughts flashed through his mind, then it came to him. The creature was there to collect his soul, his guilty, harmful soul. He couldn't let it take him, he had to defeat it. Then he heard a voice, Judy's Voice, "Malcolm..Come to me.....You'll be happy with me.....Let it take you away from this cruel world". Malcolm closed his eyes and saw Judy, she reached for him. Malcolm almost grabbed her hand, then realized he was being manipulated by the Creature. He run away from Judy, fighting the urge to grab her and hold her one last time. Malcolm could Judy's voice yelling for him to come back, but he didn't look back.