Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

 It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. I had everything set out for the day. My dress, shoe, bag, scarf, I had it all set out. It was going to be my first Christmas with my family.
With me off in boarding school; I didn't get to spend much time with me family. And whenever I had a chance to go home, the family was never complete. Either brother had gone on a trip or dad or mom. But today everyone was home, and I was done with secondary school so we could spend all the time together finally I said in my head. Little did I know that the day brought what I feared most; 
DARKNESS. 
I was all dressed up like a fairy in my newly purchased blue pleated knee-length gown and silver stileto heels, looking "take away" as we would commonly say. Feeling all "princessy" i walked down the stairs to meet my family in the palour. As i walked down the stairs I was excited but the closer I got to the palour the darker the house became, the quieter too. I felt a chilling sensation run through my spine causing me to shiver but I pushed it away. 
My feet finally landed on the last step; the sight I met still haunts me till date. Blood splattered all over, glass shattered, the body of the people I once loved lay lifeless. I wanted to turn away and run but something called out to me. I couldn't help but move closer to the bodies. As I knelt before my brothers body I heard a whisper in the wind saying " Run........" I looked up and from the stairs I just descended a pair of eyes filled with hatred and a hunger for blood shone at me. 
Fear had me rooted to the ground but again I heard the voice "Run....." It said. It's words brought life back to my feet and I stood and ran................
Till this day I have never looked back in the dark and Christmas became "crymas" for on this day I lost the once I lived for. On this day I and the dark became one.




©Tehilah.