The Vessel Of The Devil

Here I sat in the corner of my room. My knees are pulled close to my chest. My eyes shut so tight; and my palms covering my ears. As the thunder and lightning keeps on scaring the hell out of me, the monsters inside my head do likewise. I am alone, literally, but in my mind, I am with my greatest fears. This is the reason why I hate the night. Because every time the sun goes down, the things I fear the most comes to life.

If I could just make the night turn into day, I would gladly do it. But unfortunately, I don't have the power to do so.

I wish I have someone who will hug me whenever I'm afraid. Someone who will tell me that everything's going to be okay, that I have nothing to fear because he's there to protect me from anything.

Unfortunately, I don't have anyone.

I am alone here in the dark where no light could enter. Alone in a place no one would like to be in. In a place no one would like to replace me.

Then the door opens slowly.

Making a creaking sound that sent shivers throughout my body. It drew out the demon. The one that visits me every night.

'Here he comes' I thought. He will use me again, as a vessel. And I can't do anything to stop him.