Superstitions

Prologue

 1983

It started on a cold rainy day. A family of three sat in there living room, eating dinner.

"Charlie dear, would you like a drink?" the mother asked her son.

He nodded, then jumped from a sudden burst of thunder and lightning that caused the power to go out.

"Mommy, what's happening?" Charlie asked, frightened and ran over to his mother. 

"It's alright, dear. Let's check outside to see if a tree fell down," she whispered comfortingly, holding her son to her chest.

The dad stood up from his spot and walked over to the door.

"Come on- grab your umbrellas," he instructed.

Charlie and his mom walked over to the door and grabbed their umbrellas from a hook on the wall.

"Open them in here, I don't want you both getting wet out there," the dad said, opening both the door and his umbrella.

The other two followed his actions, putting their umbrellas over their heads before stepping outside.

"Look over there!" the mother exclaimed, pointing to a tree which had fallen on an electricity tower.

"Hmm, well there's nothing we can do now. Just gotta wait for them to come fix it," the dad grumbled, walking back into the house.

"Mommy, it's scary in there. Can we stay out here for a bit?" Charlie whined, looking up at his mother.

She brushed his hair out of his face, "Sure, dear. But only for a few minutes, I don't want you getting sick," she said, pulling him closer to her to keep him warm.

"What was that?" Charlie's mother spoke with concern after hearing a series of loud bangs and screams coming from inside the house.

"Mommy," Charlie whispered and fright.

"Stay here," she told him, no longer in her normal sweet and flowing voice.

She walked into the dark house, leaving Charlie outside in the rain- alone. 

He peaked into the dark house, listening for a sound, a voice, anything. After a few minutes of standing in the cold rain, he took a few steps forward inside.

"I'm ok, it's ok- I'm fine," he mumbled to himself.

He closed his umbrella and put it on the ground inside the house.

"Mommy?" he called, worriedly looking around.

He walked further inside, messing with his fingers and trying to keep himself calm. He bit his lip, his eyebrows raising as he grew more and more afraid of what could've happened to his mother and father.

"I'm a kid, it's only your normal scary thoughts. Nothing's wrong," he mumbled once more, turning to walk into the living room.

The lights around him began flickering, making him yelp and back up. Once the lights settled, staying turned on, he finally found his parents. But they weren't the way Charlie's had hoped they would be when he found them.

His dad was sitting on the couch, his umbrella was shoved down his throat, with the handle sticking out. A slash tore across his stomach, steamy organs spilling out like spaghetti. Blood seeped into the carpet, staining it for good. The sight made Charlie scared, he let out a cry and gagged in a disgusting snot and tear-filled mess. There, beside his messed father, was his mother. Charlie hesitantly looked once more, to see that his mother had her hands messily ripped off. It reminded Charlie of melted cheese pulling away from a slice of pizza. Her eyes were ripped out of their sockets, and they were dangling, lifeless, down on her cheeks.

The display of blood and innards that were his parents, made Charlie cry even harder. He began to panic and back away slowly, wanting to get away and be safe. It was then that he ran into something- or more, someone. He gasped, tears running down his young face. He turned around slowly, his eyes squeezed closed. He then, very carefully, opened them. What he saw terrified him.

A tall, lanky, thing dressed in red and white vertical stripes was staring down at Charlie. Its face was pale and he was missing an eye. Through the socket you could see a blade, from one of the many knives and scissors poking out of its head. Its only eye looked like a target- a bullseye- and it pulsated. As it smiled, sharp bloodied teeth showed, flesh stuck between them. Charlie stumbled backwards, falling into the pile of his dad's organs and body part. They squished and oozed beneath him. The thing took more steps towards him, smiling wickedly.

It raised its hand to grab a blade from his face, slowly pulling it out of its flesh, red glistening blood rushing down its face and pooling out. When the tip of the blade was out of this things head, it took big lanky steps. A clown's laugh came from its disgusting red mouth.

One big step closer.

Two steps.

Three steps

Four.

It was now, right in front of poor frightened Charlie, it bent down. It's creepy face stared right at him, only a few inches away. It raised its arm and impaled Charlie in his stomach. The boy looked down and saw red, gushing blood falling down his body. He reached out to grab the blade from his flesh but the horrifying thing before him started moving it around, cutting him up from the inside.

It slashed the knife wildly, tearing the skin open on either side of the small boy. He screamed in pain and watched the insane creature creep backwards. It stuck the knife back into the side of its head, disappearing into the closet, leaving Charlie in pain and to bleed out and die alongside his parents.