when i was a boy, i had no friends. not because i was fat or because i was a nerd, but because things happened to the people around me. bad things. this is the story of before i knew what was happening in my life. so here is the terrifying story of my life.
the bad things started out small, like some addictions start. it started with preschoolers falling and scraping their knees, not bad enough for you yet well it grew to my friends breaking limbs in freak accidents i unknowingly set up to happen. i only saw the pattern when my last victim got killed. he was a little boy named freddy.
we were having our first sleepover, playing a new video game i got for my birthday just a week ago. i don’t know why but i’ve been bloodthirsty for killing games, i now know that it’s because of the demon that latched onto me when i was just born. so he said he would go get a soda. so as he was coming back i was just in a fight with a minigun as a weapon which i was using to mow down wave upon wave of aliens.
he slipped behind me with the glass of mountain dew in hand and he fell on the glass. which pierced his eye leaving in it pieces of shattered glass. i just sat there thinking that his scream was part of the game. but my mom got worried and came to check on us. she saw my friend lying in the blood and let out a bloodcurdling scream that made me turn around. i was about to ask what it was but i saw it before i could ask. my friend had already bled out. that was a year ago. i remember the police saying it was like he tripped on air. but let’s go back to a little after the thing. shall we. my mom moved me to a room next to hers for the time being. and i was looking through some old photos of me and dad before he died. but something disturbed me. in one of the photos i saw something in the background. i was in the picture and across the street from where the picture was taken i saw a shadowy figure. it was disturbing to look at.
i had a crazy idea. i was look at the more photos of me and in each of them the figure kept getting closer until it was close enough that i could see its eyes. the eyes of the figure were blood red and full of loathing. it gave me goosebumps to think of them they made me tired i almost fell asleep.
but as i saw him more in the photos i grew more and more sure that this figure was the cause of my troubles. when i was sure that the figure was the cause i heard a scraping in the hall. i slowly looked up frightened almost to death. i saw the figure more clear than i have ever saw him. it was as if he was feedingon my fear, sucking it out of me. he let out a chuckle when he saw the pee drip down my leg. he lunged with amazing speed and agility. his claws run down my chest, leaving a searing white hot pain in its wake. then, i wake up from my life wrenching nightmare. i find myself drenched in sweat and pee. i look up and i see a figure launching itself from above me through the door. along the walls of my room i see what looks like blood scrawled in one word “NOLA”.
my chest still feels like it was ripped open so i pull up my t-shirt and along my chest are four scars that look like a bear mauled me. they ran across my chest just like they did in my dream. i get out my laptop and search the word along my wall. it popped up on google as the demon in the exorcism of emily rose. it is the sixth demon of hell. i feel hot breath on my neck and even though it’s hot breath it sends a cold shiver down my spine. i turn and my mom is staring at the screen. she wants to know why i’m looking at stuff like that. i wonder why she didn’t scream about the walls. but when i look back i see the walls are unblemished.
i pull up my shirt and my mom yelps. she sees the scars for some reason. she takes me to the hospital. but they say that those must have been there for a while. but i know different, i say they weren’t there the night before. and they say that we were just freaking out. the next day i was making a sandwich, and while i was i saw the figure as i was slicing the tomatoes. i yelp as the blade slices through my right thumb going down the length of my thumb.
but as i watch i see the wound seal itself until there is nothing but a jagged scar. i am mesmerized as i replay the flesh sealing itself in my mind. then i see the figure standing there with a wicked grin. he says in the creepiest voice i’ve heard in my life. it was a voice mixed with all of my loved ones voices in it. he says in his voice that he wouldn’t want me to get hurt before the ritual. i almost pass out i ask what ritual. he waits a moment as if deciding whether to tell me or not. he finally decides to tell me after what seemed like hours.
he says that he will take over my body in the next full moon and that there is no stopping him. i faint i see mom standing over me sad looking as if someone died. she acts like a broken record, saying the same thing over and over again. i ask her what is wrong and she says in a demonic voice, it’s too late i have taken over you. and everything morphed into an evil, demonic version of my house. there i have been ever since the incident.
he sent me to the version of my world that made sense, where there were no lies. everything was as it is supposed to be. and i have embraced it. i say with a demonic grin.