Beatles Horror Stories

Curse of the Red Sky (Part 2)

As stated in part 1, this part is from Paul's perspective.

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We deserve to suffer.

This is all our fault.

Yeah right.

How could we have known what was going to happen back then?

I sigh, the very uncomfortable mattress squeaking under my weight as I lay on my back.

My eyes focus on the ladder that leads to this bunker's hatch.

I know that she's coming.

We all know that she's coming.

After some time, I sigh and stare up at the ceiling blankly, thinking back as to how this all began.

Us having just another wild night, getting drunk in a bar somewhere.

If I had known that that was going to be the last normal night of my life, I would have refrained from getting too drunk.

And Ringo...

I will admit, that woman looked pretty nice.

We all agreed to take her back to the hotel, since she said that she didn't have anywhere to stay.

God, that was the biggest mistake of our lives.

She and Ringo slept in the same bed, and I, John, and George all had to cram together.

The next day...

I put a hand to my forehead.

I can't even remember it.

Maybe because of the strain that I have had to deal with since, or maybe because my mind is blocking it out for me.

I'd rather not remember.

All I can remember is his face...

Eyes gouged out of his sockets, teeth so sharp that they could easily penetrate anything, blood leaking from his mouth.

It both was and wasn't Ringo at the same time.

That woman, whatever her name was, had possessed him.

Better him than me, I think to myself.

I shouldn't be stuck here. Not with them.

They say that we deserve to be punished for being so foolish.

We weren't foolish.

There was nothing hinting as to what would be coming in the future.

I guess that, sometimes, bad things just happen to really good people.

It's just that, unfortunately, those really good people were us.

Squeak

The sound of the bunker's hatch opening tears me out of my thoughts instantly.

Oh god...

Not me...

Not now...

I sit up on the bed, seeing as a few pieces of burning material fall through the opening and land on the stone floor.

So it was still raining all this time...

My heartbeat quickens as I spot a dark shape looking down into the bunker from the Earth above.

Behind it, the red sky glows bright, the fire continuing to fall from the sky.

Run, my mind screams, run before it's too late.

I stand up, but I stay in place, my attention focusing to the space between the bed and the floor.

If I can hide, then she will go after the two that want to die.

Quickly, I crawl under it, staying as quiet as I could as I hear her climb down the ladder.

From what I can see, Ringo doesn't look any different than when I last saw him.

I watch, silently.

Don't go to the bed...

Don't go to the bed...

Don't go to the bed...

Almost as if she can hear my thoughts, she takes a step in my direction.

I begin to sweat.

Another step...

Another step...

Another step...

In no time at all, she is standing right in front of the bed, and it's as if my body is stone.

I can't move.

There's nothing I can do besides stay quiet.

But suddenly, the bed rises into the air and crashes against the opposite wall, leaving me out in the open.

I look up.

No eyes...

Sharp teeth...

A thin line of deep red blood running down his chin...

She found me...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"