By: Amanda Murray
Holy Cross Catholic Academy

Suddenly, a crash of brilliant lightning was sent from the dark evening sky, scattering amidst the endless horizon. I was startled by this horrifying noise, which echoed throughout the empty, abandoned mansion. Frightened out of my mind, I began running for the large, brown entrance doors of the estate. How was this happening? My adrenaline was rushing like a raging river and so many thoughts were racing through my mind! I’m the only person who has the keys to my great grandfather’s house. And who could’ve left the mysterious letter on the dining room table? No one can be in the house… it’s simply impossible. As I finally approached the long, heavy doors, seeming like hours had gone by, they locked right in front of my eyes but nothing seemed to have caused this. What was happening to me? Was I hallucinating? I broke out into a cold sweat and a chill ran down my shivering spine as I heard something fall onto the ground behind me. What was that? Cautiously I turned around, trying not to make any sudden movements or sounds. My trembling feet were causing creaking noises on the dusty, wooden plank floors. I was praying to myself that I would see nothing when I turned around. The rain was hitting the broken windows even harder now and the thunder and lightning made the house look and feel even more eerie. Words cannot describe the things I felt when I finally turned around and saw a hovering demon floating close above me. It wore a black cape that covered its entire face and it seemed to be moving with the bitter winds that assisted the thunder and lightning in creating a very scary scene. I screamed, terrified of what this creature was going to do with me next. As I stared at the demon in horror, it grew nearer by the second. What was I to do? It had me closed off and if I made even the slightest movement, it would’ve probably pounced right at me. I had to take that chance though; it was my only possibility…slight possibility…of escaping that beast!

I dodged to the right, enduring many spider webs and dust that covered the entrance of my great grandfather’s ancient living room. I hid behind the large, antique sofa to see if this wretch had followed me. I witnessed it entering the living room, as sweat dripped down my ice-cold face. Since I tried to hide as much as possible, I couldn’t see where the demon had travelled to or how far. Relieved, in a strange way, I sank to the floor and leaned against the red and rusted gold sofa that was suddenly blanketed by a black shadow. Unexpectedly, I felt an ice-cold breath that gradually spread across my neck, leaving me with the sensation of being suffocated. I clutched my neck, due to instant reaction, and felt the demon’s cape tapping against my back. I turned around with fright, only to see the hood of the minion so close to my face that I felt as if I was in a horror movie. It slowly let down its hood so I could see its face perfectly. And at this point, I really didn’t want to see it. I screamed with evident terror in my voice! This creature had piercing red eyes, two small nostrils, a pale yellow skin tone and an intimidating, demented smile. I tried to get away by crawling backwards on the floor and I was viciously pierced by many splinters from the wood. Red blood flourished all over both of my hands. The demon reached into its dark cloak and grabbed a shiny knife from which I saw my full reflection. By the look on my face, I knew my life would never be the same. He directed the sharp knife straight towards my chest. The last thing I heard him say to me was, “I warned you I would come.” And all went black.

She woke up in a bright, white room, strapped to her bed with multiple nurses surrounding her stiff and terrorized body. They tried to calm her down from yet another vivid dream that was much too real for this poor girl. These constant dreams were now becoming a daily routine for her. You see, this child was living in a psychiatric ward because of her major obsession with demons. No one knows how it all began. This is why all who knew her called her “The Demon Lover.”

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