THE NIGHT DEMONS ROSE

From the dark alleys came the sounds of cracking bones and muffled screams. With the echoes getting louder and closer the skies turned from black to red and drops of blood began to fall faster and faster. It poured, clothes turning deep red, is this the end? As the clothes dripped with blood the sound of groans from demons grew louder, as they smelled every last drop and began to kill the living. Screams filled the air, as flesh was torn from bones; limbs were cast along the once clear pavements, the odd eyeball still twitching. Black hounds with glowing red eyes and saliva dripping fangs could be seen diving in and out of the shadows, taking children from the streets. Car alarms going off, glass scattered on the roads, people running trying to find anywhere to hide. But the blood was like a beacon in the demons eyes, murder, fear, darkness. No light to be seen, no places to hide, throats slit and bodies dragged down to hell. The words HELP ME left written in remains.

DONT GO IN

In an old abandoned house, or so people thought, something beyond this world lived, in the form of a young girl. She sits rocking in a small chair, ragged, bloody, bare in her hands. Slight moonlight through the window, shadows dancing on the wall, as the shadows danced blood dripped from the walls spelling out words of evil.

A young man called Steve, a paranormal expert, was curious about the house had gone to investigate some of the things that had been said. Placing his hand on the door handle he began to shiver and as the door opened he saw the girl. Slowly her head turned and those black eyes burned, and as those black eyes burned, like hell itself, the room became cold and began to shake paralysing Steve in the doorway, squeezing the life from his body. Holding his throat trying to breathe. The girl stood and started to walk towards him all the while eyes burning brighter, the closer she got the pressure on Steve’s body got greater, his eyes and ears now starting to bleed, skin starting to burn as his blood boiled beneath. The girl stopped just two feet from his slowly dying body she knelt down in front of him clutching a teddy bear and began to hum a sinister tune. All Steve could do was squirm in pain as she hummed the tune over and over again then, slowly he took his last breath, as the little girl took him to his death.

To this day Steve’s body has never been found and nobody ever goes back to the house, but on the eve of the full moon if you listen closely as you pass you can hear the tune floating in the air.