((I know it's not at good at Corpses but just note that I wrote this story when I was just getting into the hobby of writing.))
I have not moved from this spot all day. For some reason, the moment I woke up this morning a dark mysterious force beckoned me to sit here at my vanity on a little stool with a beige paisley cushion. Pictures of my friends and family are tucked in the frame of the mirror, with some little notes written on with red marker: “She’s ugly, Why am I friends with you, you lie all the time.” I don’t know what made me write those hurtful things on the pictures. Maybe he did.
My black long hair is tangled and greasy. My once dark blue eyes are now pale just like my skin.
Why is he doing this to me? What does he want from me? As if he could ready my thoughts, something tugs at my night gown. I glance down and see nothing. But that is enough for me to know that he's here. I can feel his dark presence moving up my back and over my shoulders. The feeling moves down my neck, to my collarbone. It gently grazes over my chest and down my stomach. It hesitates to go farther as I gasp in some air. He knows I don’t like it.
I move my eyes back and forth, looking all around me for him. The feeling suddenly jumps from my lap and past my face. A gust of air moves my hair, giving a cold tingly feeling down my spine. I struggle to breathe as a force snaps my head back to my reflection in the mirror. I can literally see the fear in my eyes, along with tears. Then I see it. Over my left shoulder, a dark fog like mass is easing its way toward me. I turn around and notice I can only see it in the mirror. As soon as I turn my head back to the mirror, my hair is yanked back and I flinch and fly from the stool. I lift my hands up to grab my hair back, but as I’m doing so, I’m whipped and flung around my bedroom. My bones snap in inhumanly ways, causing me to scream in agony. I’m dropped on the floor by this mass of death for only a moment until I’m flying across my room, into the opposite wall. My arms and legs are pinned to the walls, my head slung forward in defeat.
The mass is in front of me as I lift my head up. I can feel the warm crimson liquid dripping from my eyes and my nose. A face forms from the mass, a horrific demon like face, with no eyes, only a terrifying grin, with millions of odd shaped teeth. A snake like tongue licks the blood off my face as I whimper in pain.
“Soooon you wiill be miineee.” He hisses.
“No.” I barely whisper. By saying so, I’m pushed back onto the floor face first. I hear my nose crush out of place as I hit the ground. I’m in so much pain, I don’t even make a sound. Before I can catch my breath back, he decides to pull me back up of the floor, floating in mid air. I’m frozen as he slides up my legs, up my night gown, over my stomach and slips out the buttons by my collar bone. A face forms in front of me, a black pit of death staring at me where he would have eyes.
My face is drenched in blood and tears, with my nose broken and lip busted open. He tries to make his way into my mouth, but I shut it close making my mouth ache. A long, horrific hiss escapes the mass as he throws me back down on the ground. Lying on my back, I take short, whimpering breaths.My whole body feels paralized.
He has been haunting me all my life. And I have no idea why. Forever he has been trying to enter my body, to take me over. I fought him so many times, almost killing myself in the process. But now, I am just about ready to give up. To let him win. To let him finally get what he has been wanting all these years. My body; my soul. All of those months spent in the hospital was because of him. My parents thought I was just a depressed teenager, putting my life on the line so people could feel sorry for me. I no longer want to feel this way. I'm done with hiding and being tormented by something beyond my control.
I struggle to sit up, using my elbows. I flinch and grimace in pain every time I move. I am internally and emotionally broken. Thick gashes and cuts gush open all over my arms in evil symbols and words. Every part of me feels shattered and crushed. I've been beaten around like punching bag for years; I give up.
I slouch forward as a cold breeze circles around me. He’s back. “Just take me already. You win, I’m done.” I think to him. I could hear his laughter echo through my brain and ears causing me to shut my sore blood shot eyes and covering my ears. One last tear roles down my cheek as I’m pulled back up into the air and thrown across my room onto my bed.
My pale legs and arms are pinned to the bed as I shake my head back a forth. He covers me, the blackness enveloping me in an embrace. I don’t like the way he feels up my body, taking in every moment of me before I’m his.
Before I can stop him my jaw is snapped open, making a load popping and cracking sound. I let out a scream in pain, choking on my own tears and blood. The black mass floats in a ball above my face for a while, until it bolts straight down into my throat like a crack of lightning. My body shudders and squirms as the dark fog seeps down my throat, scorching my mouth like hot coffee.
Memories of my life flash before my eyes. A younger version of me, laughing and smiling, playing with friends and enjoying the company of my caring family. But it's what's behind the smile that rattles me. If only someone could read my mind then and see how I was feeling. But on the outside it was labelled as a mental disorder. Nobody understood me then and definitley nobody will now. Eloise will no longer exist.
My childhood friends Emily and Hannah flash in my brain. How witty Emily was with her sarcasm and care-free attitude. She always wore her hair in a high ponytail, her light brown hair curly with red highlights when the sun caught it. And Hannah, lean and short with a pixie face and hollow cheeks. She's had glasses for as long as I could remember, magnifying her pale brown eyes. God, I'm going to miss them. Just thinking of the word God made my whole body jerk. I leaned over the bed and vomited all of the contents of my stomach on the floor.
I feel different. No wait, I feel the same. Is it over? After all of these years of being followed, watched and touched by this thing….. Am I finally free?I sit up on my blood soaked bed, peering around my room. The room is covered entirely in blood. Is it all mine?
I lean back and stretch out my limbs. My bones crack and shift, making me let out a long pleasurable sigh. I stand up and walk over to my vanity, taking a seat. Ew, I have got to put on some makeup. I pop out my makeup bag and rummage through my cheap drugstore products. I apply a light smokey eye with very dark and thick eyeliner. I finish the look off with ruby red lips. Now for my outfit. I pop off the rest of the buttons on my nightgown, revealing the little cleavage that I have. Who is this sexy beast in the mirror?
Wait, that’s not me. I’m still on my bed, sleeping. Aren’t I? What am I doing over here? Oh no, I can’t move! I can’t control myself! What’s happening!? My eyes close- I can’t see! I’m trapped in my own body with no control. All I can do it watch, watch my life bleed away from me.
My hands tousle around in my hair and a refreshing grin illuminates my face. When my eyes open, I try to scream, I really do. But no matter how hard I try nothing comes out. The grin only gets wider.
My eyes are no longer blue. They are not even my eyes anymore. These eyes are pure black. Black like an abandoned street with the street lamps burnt out. You can keep walking down the street expecting to see a hint of light that will never be there. No light, no colour will ever be seen again. Even the whites of the eyes are black. My vision is rimmed red indicating that they are no longer my eyes nor my sight. They are inhuman, they are not me.
Isn’t this what I wanted? To be free? To let him take me, take my entire life away?
I watch myself get up from the vanity and over to my bedroom balcony. The cold breeze has me swooning inside here, wanting to reach out and entwine the wind with my fingers. I reach the banister that overlooks my small family garden.
I hoist myself up onto the banister and stand. My arms spread wide like a bird preparing to take flight. And that is exactly what happens. I try to restrict, to lock my legs into place but it is no use. My head turns up, glancing at the moon. It is unbelievably big and bright tonight. It lights up sky with a dark, eerie overcast. The next thing I know, the eerie overcast is moving with great speed in front of me.
I jumped.
I feel so alive. The speed pumps my heart faster and faster as I fall down, down, down into the darkness.Then all of a sudden everything goes black, the feeling of a thousand weights being lifted off my shoulders rushes over me. But wait, I can feel again. My whole body feels like mine again.
I open my eyes slowly, seeing a bush of yellow and red roses at my bare feet. A smile, my smile creeps onto my mouth as I reach down and pluck a rose from its root. I twirl it in my hands being careful not to prick myself on the sharp thorns. Wait, something isn’t right. The wind hisses behind me as I turn around. A dark silhouette lays a few feet away. I move toward it, my gait cautious. The silhouette comes into full view, nearly knocking me back onto the cold dirt. My hands shoot over my mouth as my eyes begin to water. What lays at my feet is a body; My dead body. I Lay face down with my hands over my head, twisted and bent in painful angles. My left leg is bent completely in half while my right leg lays pin straight. What horrifies me the most is my face. Not a scratch or bruise is found. My eyes are closed. But my red lips are bent up into an evil, spine tingling grin. I step forward and place the rose onto my dead body.
I breathe slowly. Inhale, exhale. I take one last look at myself before looking up into the moonlight.
I have not moved from this spot all day. For some reason, the moment I woke up this morning a dark mysterious force beckoned me to sit here at my vanity on a little stool with a beige paisley cushion. Pictures of my friends and family are tucked in the frame of the mirror, with some little notes written on with red marker: “She’s ugly, Why am I friends with you, you lie all the time.” I don’t know what made me write those hurtful things on the pictures. Maybe he did.
My black long hair is tangled and greasy. My once dark blue eyes are now pale just like my skin.
Why is he doing this to me? What does he want from me? As if he could ready my thoughts, something tugs at my night gown. I glance down and see nothing. But that is enough for me to know that he's here. I can feel his dark presence moving up my back and over my shoulders. The feeling moves down my neck, to my collarbone. It gently grazes over my chest and down my stomach. It hesitates to go farther as I gasp in some air. He knows I don’t like it.
I move my eyes back and forth, looking all around me for him. The feeling suddenly jumps from my lap and past my face. A gust of air moves my hair, giving a cold tingly feeling down my spine. I struggle to breathe as a force snaps my head back to my reflection in the mirror. I can literally see the fear in my eyes, along with tears. Then I see it. Over my left shoulder, a dark fog like mass is easing its way toward me. I turn around and notice I can only see it in the mirror. As soon as I turn my head back to the mirror, my hair is yanked back and I flinch and fly from the stool. I lift my hands up to grab my hair back, but as I’m doing so, I’m whipped and flung around my bedroom. My bones snap in inhumanly ways, causing me to scream in agony. I’m dropped on the floor by this mass of death for only a moment until I’m flying across my room, into the opposite wall. My arms and legs are pinned to the walls, my head slung forward in defeat.
The mass is in front of me as I lift my head up. I can feel the warm crimson liquid dripping from my eyes and my nose. A face forms from the mass, a horrific demon like face, with no eyes, only a terrifying grin, with millions of odd shaped teeth. A snake like tongue licks the blood off my face as I whimper in pain.
“Soooon you wiill be miineee.” He hisses.
“No.” I barely whisper. By saying so, I’m pushed back onto the floor face first. I hear my nose crush out of place as I hit the ground. I’m in so much pain, I don’t even make a sound. Before I can catch my breath back, he decides to pull me back up of the floor, floating in mid air. I’m frozen as he slides up my legs, up my night gown, over my stomach and slips out the buttons by my collar bone. A face forms in front of me, a black pit of death staring at me where he would have eyes.
My face is drenched in blood and tears, with my nose broken and lip busted open. He tries to make his way into my mouth, but I shut it close making my mouth ache. A long, horrific hiss escapes the mass as he throws me back down on the ground. Lying on my back, I take short, whimpering breaths.My whole body feels paralized.
He has been haunting me all my life. And I have no idea why. Forever he has been trying to enter my body, to take me over. I fought him so many times, almost killing myself in the process. But now, I am just about ready to give up. To let him win. To let him finally get what he has been wanting all these years. My body; my soul. All of those months spent in the hospital was because of him. My parents thought I was just a depressed teenager, putting my life on the line so people could feel sorry for me. I no longer want to feel this way. I'm done with hiding and being tormented by something beyond my control.
I struggle to sit up, using my elbows. I flinch and grimace in pain every time I move. I am internally and emotionally broken. Thick gashes and cuts gush open all over my arms in evil symbols and words. Every part of me feels shattered and crushed. I've been beaten around like punching bag for years; I give up.
I slouch forward as a cold breeze circles around me. He’s back. “Just take me already. You win, I’m done.” I think to him. I could hear his laughter echo through my brain and ears causing me to shut my sore blood shot eyes and covering my ears. One last tear roles down my cheek as I’m pulled back up into the air and thrown across my room onto my bed.
My pale legs and arms are pinned to the bed as I shake my head back a forth. He covers me, the blackness enveloping me in an embrace. I don’t like the way he feels up my body, taking in every moment of me before I’m his.
Before I can stop him my jaw is snapped open, making a load popping and cracking sound. I let out a scream in pain, choking on my own tears and blood. The black mass floats in a ball above my face for a while, until it bolts straight down into my throat like a crack of lightning. My body shudders and squirms as the dark fog seeps down my throat, scorching my mouth like hot coffee.
Memories of my life flash before my eyes. A younger version of me, laughing and smiling, playing with friends and enjoying the company of my caring family. But it's what's behind the smile that rattles me. If only someone could read my mind then and see how I was feeling. But on the outside it was labelled as a mental disorder. Nobody understood me then and definitley nobody will now. Eloise will no longer exist.
My childhood friends Emily and Hannah flash in my brain. How witty Emily was with her sarcasm and care-free attitude. She always wore her hair in a high ponytail, her light brown hair curly with red highlights when the sun caught it. And Hannah, lean and short with a pixie face and hollow cheeks. She's had glasses for as long as I could remember, magnifying her pale brown eyes. God, I'm going to miss them. Just thinking of the word God made my whole body jerk. I leaned over the bed and vomited all of the contents of my stomach on the floor.
I feel different. No wait, I feel the same. Is it over? After all of these years of being followed, watched and touched by this thing….. Am I finally free?I sit up on my blood soaked bed, peering around my room. The room is covered entirely in blood. Is it all mine?
I lean back and stretch out my limbs. My bones crack and shift, making me let out a long pleasurable sigh. I stand up and walk over to my vanity, taking a seat. Ew, I have got to put on some makeup. I pop out my makeup bag and rummage through my cheap drugstore products. I apply a light smokey eye with very dark and thick eyeliner. I finish the look off with ruby red lips. Now for my outfit. I pop off the rest of the buttons on my nightgown, revealing the little cleavage that I have. Who is this sexy beast in the mirror?
Wait, that’s not me. I’m still on my bed, sleeping. Aren’t I? What am I doing over here? Oh no, I can’t move! I can’t control myself! What’s happening!? My eyes close- I can’t see! I’m trapped in my own body with no control. All I can do it watch, watch my life bleed away from me.
My hands tousle around in my hair and a refreshing grin illuminates my face. When my eyes open, I try to scream, I really do. But no matter how hard I try nothing comes out. The grin only gets wider.
My eyes are no longer blue. They are not even my eyes anymore. These eyes are pure black. Black like an abandoned street with the street lamps burnt out. You can keep walking down the street expecting to see a hint of light that will never be there. No light, no colour will ever be seen again. Even the whites of the eyes are black. My vision is rimmed red indicating that they are no longer my eyes nor my sight. They are inhuman, they are not me.
Isn’t this what I wanted? To be free? To let him take me, take my entire life away?
I watch myself get up from the vanity and over to my bedroom balcony. The cold breeze has me swooning inside here, wanting to reach out and entwine the wind with my fingers. I reach the banister that overlooks my small family garden.
I hoist myself up onto the banister and stand. My arms spread wide like a bird preparing to take flight. And that is exactly what happens. I try to restrict, to lock my legs into place but it is no use. My head turns up, glancing at the moon. It is unbelievably big and bright tonight. It lights up sky with a dark, eerie overcast. The next thing I know, the eerie overcast is moving with great speed in front of me.
I jumped.
I feel so alive. The speed pumps my heart faster and faster as I fall down, down, down into the darkness.Then all of a sudden everything goes black, the feeling of a thousand weights being lifted off my shoulders rushes over me. But wait, I can feel again. My whole body feels like mine again.
I open my eyes slowly, seeing a bush of yellow and red roses at my bare feet. A smile, my smile creeps onto my mouth as I reach down and pluck a rose from its root. I twirl it in my hands being careful not to prick myself on the sharp thorns. Wait, something isn’t right. The wind hisses behind me as I turn around. A dark silhouette lays a few feet away. I move toward it, my gait cautious. The silhouette comes into full view, nearly knocking me back onto the cold dirt. My hands shoot over my mouth as my eyes begin to water. What lays at my feet is a body; My dead body. I Lay face down with my hands over my head, twisted and bent in painful angles. My left leg is bent completely in half while my right leg lays pin straight. What horrifies me the most is my face. Not a scratch or bruise is found. My eyes are closed. But my red lips are bent up into an evil, spine tingling grin. I step forward and place the rose onto my dead body.
I breathe slowly. Inhale, exhale. I take one last look at myself before looking up into the moonlight.
I close my eyes. Inhale.
I’m finally free.
Exhale.