Inspire

Desdemona

Desdemona shut her book and dusted it. She checked the tattered calendar that read: October31 . She sighed and went out the school attic. "It's time." She simply whispered.

Desdemona hates her name. It means misery, which quite fits her. She's always miserable, not always, actually, just recently. Just after the Halloween night last year. Desdemona has two sisters, they are twins. Mirabelle and Evangeline. They are one year older than her, 14 this year. The twins have tumbling sleek raven tresses, freckled tan skin and gem green eyes. Desdemona's skin is pale, smooth and milky. Her hair is platinum blond and styled in a bouncy shoulder length fashion. Her complexion and hair make her resemble a porcelain doll, it's her eyes that separate her with those nineteenth century dolls. Desdemona's eyes are piercing blue. Most dolls have solicit warm brown eyes while hers are rather eerie. When Desdemona first opened her eyes on the 31st of October, midnight, 13 years ago, her parents and the doctor were all very shocked. They have not seen eyes so blue before. When you gaze into Desdemona's eyes, they capture you, they enthrall you, and you just can't seem to break away. Desdemona was sure she was the only eyes with such eyes until the first day of seventh grade, she saw that her religion teacher's eyes are exactly the same shade of blue as hers. And that's where the story begins.

One year ago...

"Desdemona?" Mrs. Brooke called. "Yes, miss?" Desdemona approached her. She noticed that her hand didn't cast a shadow on the desk while her pen did. This made the shadow of the pen seem to float on the desk. She also noticed that Mrs Brooke has an eye shaped tattoo on her neck. It's more like a birth mark than a tattoo since it's beige colored and very small. "Do you believe in demons?" Mrs Brooke purred. "I'm an atheist, miss. But if you're testing me whether I listened or not to the lecture you gave about the Salem Witch Trials, the Puritans believed that there were demons and witches." Desdemona replied confidently, slightly baffled by her teacher's question. "Well, let me tell you about poupees." Mrs Brooke stood up and smiled a smile that managed to send chills up Desdemona's spine. "B-but, I have to go home now..." Desdemona clutched her backpack's strap and trembled, sensing things are wrong. "Oh, it'll be quick. I don't have to tell you, I'll just...Show you." Mrs Brooke cackled and her eyes flashed, two beams of silver lights shot out of her eyes and shot into Desdemona's. When she woke up, Mrs Brooke was gone. She felt the same but felt different the same time. She touched her neck, there was something there. She stepped out of the classroom. Underneath the sunlight, there was no shadow of her, only the shadow of her backpack. All of a sudden, she knew everything. She just knew.

Present

"Mrs Brooke's holding a Halloween party. You guys going?" Desdemona chirped. She really couldn't control herself. "Yea. It seems fun." Mirabelle smiled as she carved her Jack O Lantern. "I'm going as a ghoul. We haven't had a Halloween party for years. Mrs Brooke is awesome!" Evangeline exclaimed. "Good. Let's get going. It starts in 15 minutes." Desdemona said and the twins went to get dressed.

The party was in full swing. Mrs Brooke winked at Desdemona when she entered. Desdemona sighed and turned to her sisters. "You guys wanna go to the science lab? Or the attic?" "Aren't those rooms forbidden at night? The attic's always closed. Only Mrs Brooke goes there because that's her office." Mirabelle implored. "That Mrs Brooke's kinda weird. She never lets anyone to her office." Evangeline furrowed her brows, "maybe she's keeping dead bodies there!" She joked. "Eek, you're scaring me!" Mirabelle clutched Desdemona's hands. Desdemona remained silent and led them to the science lab. There were dripping noises by the sink. "Who forgot to close the tap?" Evangeline asked in the dark and went to the sink. She squinted and with the assistance of the lights outside, she saw that the liquid was red. "Is that blood?!" She leaped away. Mirabelle shrieked. Desdemona said, "No worries, someone must've hurt themselves. Anyways, have you heard of poupees before?" "Poupees? What the heck are those? Some sort of candy?" Evangeline calmed down from her shock and snuggled next to Mirabelle who chuckled, "Des? Are you giving us poupees for Halloween? Trick or treat!" Desdemona scooted over. "Poupees are girls with shining bright blue eyes. The first poupee was in 1438, the Demon himself possessed a blue eyed girl's spirit, he took away her soul and the girl continued to make other blue eyed girls poupees." "Blue eyed? Isn't that you?" Mirabelle laughed. Evangeline sensed that things were amiss. Under the dim light, both her and Mirabelle had shadows however, Desdemona didn't. "You're such a good story teller. Now let's get outta here!" She stood up and dragged Mirabelle by the arm. The doors slammed shut and locked by themselves. Desdemona's eyes started to shine a little. " Poupees can do supernatural things and make other girls mothers of future poupees. Or, if they protest, they get killed. Poupees are soulless and possessed." The twins shuddered. "You're a monster!" Evangeline spat. Mirabelle cried. "You may have guessed it by now, I'm a poupee. I'm so sorry. We have no choice." The shine in Desdemona's eyes grew brighter, but it was obvious that tears were flowing out of her shining eyes. "Poupees let their victims choose their fate. You either have a poupee as a daughter or get killed on Halloween. Mom chose to live, and she was the best friend of Mrs Brooke. She had me instead..." Desdemona choked. "I don't want you guys to die but I don't want any more poupees like me... We're desperate, this is fate..." "I choose to die!" Evangeline sobbed, "I can't bear to know that I would have a daughter like this!" "You wouldn't remember a thing after I decide your fate..." Desdemona sobbed too. "Maybe we can change this!" Mirabelle yelled, "I can't live with the fact that my sweet sister was turned into a demon!" Desdemona cried harder, "It's too late... A poupee would meet an already powerful poupee sooner or later, and when they do, they get turned into poupees that are able to do all the terrible things as well. I have no choice!" Evangeline was hollering by now, "just kill me already! I don't want to live for a second with my sister like this! Or anyone like this!" Mirabelle simply cried in Evangeline's arms. "I'm so sorry..." Desdemona's eyes shone brighter and two beams of lights shot out of her pupils, smoldering her sisters. The last thing she heard from them was their yell in unison, "Desdemona!"

A/N: My first horror story! I hope you all liked it! I kind of like the starting but the ending's quite messy...