Sohum's Stories

WARNING: This is a scary story. If you are scared easily, consider not reading this story. This is a continuation of “The Demon Within Us – Part 1: Change.”

Part 2

Carson sat by the TV, watching intently. He didn’t blink once.

“Mom!” he yelled. “The Flintstones are on!”

That used to be his favorite show. He would watch the TV, while Jay and I made dinner or a snack. Maybe a PB & J sandwich, his favorite.

Now that’s never going to happen again.

I stood there, in the park, paralyzed with fear, watching the girl.

“W-why shouldn’t I be here?” I asked her, casually.

“He should have killed you.” she hissed.

“Who is ‘he’?” I replied, getting more nervous by the second.

“You know who he is,” she said, before shrieking once more. Her secretive personality was starting to get on my nerves.

She kept yelling until she stopped for air, which gave me the chance to say impatiently, “What is it with your yelling?!”

Instead of responding, she just pointed behind me. I whisked myself around to see what was so captivating. Nothing other than trees, rocks, the bench, and a pond with a few ducks in it.

“What is it?” I asked, turning back around to look at her. but there was no one there. I yelled out in frustration.

“Now what?!” I yelled out at no one in particular. “What do you have planned for me?!” I screamed at the monsters. At the universe. At fate.

Of course, I received no answer. There was no one there to answer my question. Besides, who would answer?

I had so many questions. So many unanswered questions. They probably will never be answered.

A massive cloud of anxiety, confusion and fear surrounded me. My vision darkened. Only the closest things to me remained visible. I collapsed to my knees, grief-stricken and tired.

I yelled out in agony, a terrifying shriek, before falling to the floor with a thump.

In my dreams, Carson, Jay, and Coco were still alive.

We went out to a restaurant. I ordered spaghetti, Jay ordered a meatloaf, and Carson order a hot dog and fries. Coco got a small portion of special, hand-crafted food just for dogs. After the main course, my son ordered a big bowl of ice cream. Carson took one big scoop out of his ice cream.

Suddenly, he yelled out, “BRAIN FREEZE!” The restaurant turned silent and everyone turned to look at us. Jay strictly whispered to him not to yell, which infuriated Carson.

Carson furiously took a massive chomp out of Jay. Flesh, blood, and bone spewed and splattered all over our table before everything turned to darkness.

Nothing. That’s what is left of my life. Nothing. I saw nothing. I heard nothing. I tasted nothing. I smelled nothing. I felt nothing. I did nothing. I thought nothing.

Objects of my past life and my crimes flew past me. Jay’s dead corpse. The squishy, bloody pulp of my dog. The butcher’s knife. The black ooze, which I still have no idea what it actually is.

Then the Carson Creature crawled past me. It rubbed along my neck.

“Hello mother,” it said in a gravelly voice. I tried to remain as still as possible. “Why did you leave me? Mrs. Wilson isn’t very fun. I was done playing with her in minutes.”

“Enough!” I yelled at the Carson Creature. “You’re not real! This is all just a dream!”

“A dream, you say?” it replied. “Would I be able to do this in a ‘dream’?” The Carson Creature suddenly used a pincer to dig into my shoulder, ripping into my flesh and leaving a swelling, pulsing wound.

I could feel the wound, the pain, the swelling. It was excruciatingly painful!

I stared at the Carson Creature. “Wh-who are you? What did you do with my son?” It grinned evily back at me.

“Your ‘son’ is gone, Lindsey Winterfield. I am all that is left.”

Abruptly, it eyes swiftly turned blank, glowing a bluish-white color. Its neck turned his face upward to the “sky” as it had a dead, blank look on its face.

“Sregnuh eh. stsriht eh. Gnimoc si drolrevO eht,” it chanted.

Without warning, the Carson Creature cracked its neck to force the face to look at me. The dead facial expression now became an extremely maniacal look, similar to Choo-Choo Charles.

It yelled “HE IS COMING!” before lurching forward at me with a wide, open mouth.

Everything turned to black. I collapsed on the floor once again.

The voice was barely a whisper in the night sky. So quiet, but loud enough for me to hear.

“Good night, mother. I’ll take care of you tonight…”

To be continued…