Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

This night was no different from any other night, for the most part. I can hear, what sounds like faint footsteps scurrying by my bedroom door. Then, I spot a rat run across the base of my wall followed by another rat chasing it. The slight stench of rotting flesh fills the floor and walls. My eyes darken from having to squint so my vision can focus on my surroundings better. I have grown to get use to these supernatural situations. It has been going on for a few years. Nothing has ever physically happened until that night. I don't remember what happened. All I can recall is waking up in my Mothers arms while trails of tears trickle down her cheeks. My Father clenched a knife in his hand that he had grabbed from the kitchen drawer. The blade reflected the light that was shining from beyond me. My Mother told me what happened that night. She said that she got out of bed to go use the restroom. When she opened the door, I was standing motionless in the doorway, looking into a corner in the laundry room. She grabbed her chest from the sight of my silhouette. My Mother tried to get my attention but all I keep doing was staring and mumbling, "Rats. All these rats. Pile of rats." When she realized what I was muttering under my breath, she quickly grabbed me and prayed to prevent any type of evil getting worse. My mumbling was then clear as day. I pointed at the corner while my Mother picks me up, and I continue to mumble those dreadful words. I finally wake back up from the trans by the time my father got to me with the knife. My Parents joined hands around me trapping me in the center of them both. They are reciting some bible verse that mentions something about demon, evil, and protection. I did not understand it, but I started to cry from the terror my Parents tried to hide from their faces. I fell to the ground. My body bouncing back and forth, upwards off the ground. I felt tention in the pits of my stomach, and then suddenly the pain dissipates. I see a gray smoke travel away from my body. I get tucked into bed with this horrific moment carved into my memory banks. My Father stayed in the room until my eyes slowly closed. I wake up the same night and see a red glow coming from my doorway, and suddenly darted off into the darkness. I instinctly hurry out of bed and follow it, not knowing what it is. My eyes become glued to the same corner as before. I mumble"Rats. All these rats. Pile of rats. Now grow big, pile of rats." The rats transform into a figure of a person. Solid black with red eyes, and a slight glow around the figure giving it a beautiful sight. It reached out to me as I reached out to it. At the same moment, my Mother burst through her door screaming, and throwing some kind of liquid that made the figure screech loudly and steam from its body. The figure disappeared into the corner. My Parents had me sleep in their room the rest of the night.

...........To be continued

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