Picking the knife up
that had been knocked my way. I stood slowly. My hand trembling as fluid rolled
down my cheeks, my arms, and dripped from the tip of the blade. The same
substance that covered me had soaked into the plush carpet that had once been a
soft lavender blue and the still partly warm liquid squeezed through my toes as
my feet sank further down. Around me the room was a frozen dungeon. Ice
crystals formed a shell on the window. Icicles cascaded off any edge where one could
and my breath came out in huge puffy breaths as I stared at her. Stared at the
woman who was no longer just a woman.
She hovered over her husband's body, back to me and yet I could see her covered
in his blood, like me, as it dripped off her body like a leaky faucet. Then
again his life sustaining fluid was everywhere but in the fleshy vessel it
belonged in.
I was too scared, too
numb to grasp what the harsh artificial lights of the living room overhead fan bejeweled
with razor ice crystals showed me. Even when I had witnessed the occurrence
first hand I couldn't bring myself to move. So rattled was I that even the
overwhelming smell of metallic blood felt distant. Like I wasn't there,
standing in the center of a blood bath. And yet I knew painfully that I was, could
feel the bruises blossoming on my arms and back or the stinging sensation from
the gash on the back of my head. Dull throbbing that kept me anchored to
reality, no matter how much I wished it otherwise.
A soft chuckle escaped
her. At first only a murmur, but gradually began to grow until she threw her
head back and the insane, crazed sound filled the room. Hearing Lillian laugh
as she was, was not something I had ever needed to hear or anything I wanted to
hear again. Yet, even I knew it was the low base tone that joined her bright
alto, becoming a duel voice in one with the dark undertone that belayed the
true madness from within her.
He had taken over her
body.
The menace that had
been haunting me, haunting all of us relentlessly these past five months within
this once peaceful dwelling had finally decided enough was enough and attacked.
How had he passed all my protection? How? I had thought I had covered every
base... But I never knew ghosts could take over the livings' bodies!? Nothing online had said that! Still laughing
Lillian, or rather Mr Shady I had been calling the evil ghost, turned, looking
over her shoulder to see me. I shuddered at the dark glint in her eyes.
I recalled then what I
knew about this ghost from my research: Robert Jensen. Shot by police at
twenty-eight at Mr Zippy's Funland. Serial killer. Murdered seventeen girls
between the ages of six and fourteen. Assaulted them. Mutilated them. Then
killed them in the most brutal ways imaginable. I took a step back, the images of said dead girls springing to my mind.
At nine, it had been difficult collecting this information. Especially the more
sensitive details, but just like everything else I had managed to learn quickly
this past year, fear for one's life was a very good motivator. You grew up
quick. You picked up things faster. And seeing that I was so young my brain was
at the prime time to develop such skills. You know, what with those nerve
bridges still growing faster than that of an adult and all. Or so that article on
brains I had stumbled upon online had said.
My thoughts ceased as
Lillian turned, the laughter dying, but the wicked smile remained. Raising her
hand, palm up, she moved her fingers in a 'come here' gesture. "Come
closer, little girl. I promise not to hurt you."
I took a few steps
back, my gaze going to my adopted father's body, then back to her, swallowing. The
cold bloody wall greeted my back and I nearly screamed, startled. I couldn't go
any further. I was trapped in this house with a murdering psychotic ghost who
had my adopted mother's body hostage. What was I going to do?
Lol doesn't it just give you the chills? Hopefully it does, that was what I was trying for. Now I'm wondering if I should continue on to the next scene, do Choices, or start picking up the house some more... *sigh*
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