frozen in fear

the past

She put her phone down at the bedside table, now it was time to actually sleep. As much as her nightmares intrigued her, Blair has loved sleeping, even though she's more of an early bird. Ever since the day she had her first experience of sleep paralysis at the age of four, she remembered it as though it only happened yesterday.

She was having a pretty normal dream for a kid, the usual princesses and fairies sort of thing. It was all calm until she woke up hearing what sounded like a baby crying under her bed. Blair tried to move but she was frozen, the only thing she could do was roll her eyes over to see a grown man crying in the corner of her left eye. She watched, horrified, as the demon approached her, screeching and shrieking, sending chills through her bones. For a moment everything stopped. The light in the hallway sparked and Blair struggled to catch her breath, petrified that the demon would get to her. She could feel the heavy breathing over her shoulder and tried to swat whatever was lurking behind her- but it was no use.

At first everything stayed as it was, there were no movements for a few minutes, but slowly the creature started to reveal its monstrosity of a face to the young girl. Parts of his face looked as if it had been very roughly sewed on, some even looked as if they were about to come off with the devilish grin plastered on his face. Blair could see how his hair was very loosely attached to its head, how one of the ears were half hanging. She could tell that his legs stuck out unusually from the way his trousers creased up againt his bare bones.

She screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt the sharp knife-like fangs stab into her arm, the blood dripping onto her blanket. An immense amount of pain shot into her body as if she had just been shocked. Welling up in tears of blood, Blair watched that uncontrollable creature gnaw away at what used to be her arm. The squelching noises as the blood splattered over the walls of her bedroom made her want to vomit so badly. The stench filling up her insides as if it was poison contaminating her. Although the one thing she could never forget was the look of evil in his eyes, as if the only reason he did it was to get a reaction out of her.

Yet that demon was the thing that sparked her interest in such things, it made her wonder about life in another perspective, in a more gory one too. She would pyrposely think of that night time and time again to give herself the chills until she expirienced another one. It creeped out the people around her in her life, but Blair honestly didn't care at all. Either way, it didn't make her any less likeable than she already was. Her honey-blonde hair brushed past her elbows and her cerulean blue eyes were what made every kid in her school like her. If anything, that was the only reason people didn't question her unusual obsession for things people would often be disgusted at.

It had been a few hours since she put her phone down, knocked out from all the coffee she drowns herself in as a way to cope with her thoughts. Earlier that day, she overheard her parents arguing yet again. As much as her family seemed perfect on the outside, it really wasn't. Blair's parents were on the brink of divorce, her baby brother's absence was the only thing keeping from doing so. Her older sister suffers from tuberculosis and her twin sister, Clarice, isn't too supporitve about her views on pretty much anything. It does make sense how her life can seem perfect, Blair does seem to be getting by pretty well with her school and social life, or so it seems.

After some time of peaceful sleep the wind picked up pretty heavily, which caused Blair's windows to rattle open. Being 13 in 8th grade, such things didn't faze her since she was a deep sleeper and her windows were kind of loose as it was. Her twin, on the other hand, was a very light sleeper and can wake up from even the slightest of movements. She watched her sister sleep, quietly observing the way Blair's eyelids slightly twitched about. Taking a deep breath, Clarice went back to bed but it wasn't long until Blair could feel the eerie presence of someone watching her from afar. However, this person felt somewhat similar, as if she knew who they were by their scent. This was unusual, since every "being" if you must, weren't any that she had encountered in real life. Maybe it was just her sister going to the toilet or something, nothing bad . Her eyes were firmly shut the whole time, and she started to relax her shoulders a bit when she couldn't smell anything suspicious.

It might sound a bit abnormal to identify people, or anything (apart from food or like perfumes) for that matter,but Blair had a very good sense of smell, which is how she can differenciate people from others without having to see. The scent she picked up was an oddly familiar one, it smelt like the belts Ed Gein had made in the 19960's out of the dead people he had murdered.

What if it really was him...