1st blog and first story.
1st blog and first story.
As I wait for Inside The Fire I might as well post this story I made when I was 14. I now imagine the demon as The Guy from Disturbed only more monstrous.
The Demon Within
The legend goes that once every thirteen years in the quiet town of Hampton the creatures of the night emerge from their shadows. They have each selected one child to posses or kill. They come only on Halloween night seeking to camouflage themselves in the midst of children going merrily from door to door trick ‘r treating. This is the story of the 1994 massacre.
Jack Smith was just your normal 14-year old kid. He had blond hair of medium length, was slim but strong, and wasn’t at all unattractive. He had a group of friends in school and got all A’s in his classes. He had a middle-class life and was as content as a teen could be. But starting three days before Halloween this would slowly change.
Jack started his day as he always did. He got up at six took a shower, ate breakfast brushed his teeth and then collected his things for school. He started biking there at 7:20 and made it halfway there when his bikes front tire collapsed. This caused him to swerve right, into the curb of the sidewalk and fly off into the grass. He had to walk to school with a limp from when he landed on his right leg, and his bike. He got to school ten minutes late and had to go straight to first period. When he got there his friends asked why he wasn’t there for home room and how he got his limp. He shrugged off the questions and sat down in his chair for Math.
It seemed to Jack that Math was the longest period of the day. He sat with his leg in horrible agony while trying futilely to answer the questions on his test. He had studied the night before but the agony in his leg caused his mind to go blank. He tried his best but when handed back his test, he was not surprised to see a blood red F on his paper. He then trudged slowly on through his day until the blessed bell finally rang setting him free. He walked slowly on to his bike and began his long trek home.
He finally reached his house after thirty minutes of walking in mind numbing pain and was eager to open the door. So eager in fact that he didn’t see the figure standing in the shadows of his house watching his every move. As he walked inside he noticed that the house was unusually silent. Usually he’d walk in the door and be greeted by his mom asking how his day was. He decided it didn’t matter and walked into the study where he found an unpleasant surprise.
His mom was waiting for him arms crossed sitting in a chair glaring at him from across the room. She was about 5 foot 10 and had a smile that almost seemed to make the room glow and now apparently a grimace that chilled the bones. She was kind and forgiving to anything that Jack was involved. This time it seemed that he would get no mercy or understanding from her.
“Sit.” She said coldly.
“Sit now” she repeated.
Jack pulled over a chair from the nearby desk and sat quietly. His mom reached to the desk behind her and grabbed a paper.
“Uh oh” Jack thought, “That better not be the test.”
“Your Math teacher called today Jack” His mom said, “It was something about getting an F on your test. I think it may have looked like this.”
She held out the paper and shoved it in Jack’s face.
“This is not what I’ve expected of you Jack.”
“Mom I can explain-”
”No you can’t Jack. There is no excuse for getting an, Oh my poor angel!”
Jack had rolled his pant leg up exposing the hideous gash running up his leg. His mom then seemed to forget all about his test and ran about looking for bandages. He protested that he was fine but his protests fell upon deaf ears. She proceeded to seal up his leg and forcing him to go to bed so that “You won’t hurt your leg.” He was now stuck up in his room but at least he had his telescope by his window.
He used it to look at the moon whenever he was bored but now he looked for something more interesting. His eyes settled on a figure standing under a streetlight looking up at him. It wore a cloak that was a shade of pure black and seemed to repel light, with demonic symbols running up and down the sides, and from under the hood two glowing red orbs stared intently at him. It hurt his eyes to even look at the figure.
“You are mine.” He heard in his mind, “I have made my decision. You may wish to stay in the light until our hallowed day passes. I will be waiting for you Jack.”
The “voice” sounded like metal being dragged slowly down a chalkboard and was dripping with malevolent intent. It brought goose bumps to his skin and sent a chill down his spine. He promptly shuttered his window and leapt beneath the covers of his bed. It would be morning before he realized he had pissed his pants.
In the morning he still remembered the voice but the more he thought of it the less it seemed real. His leg felt better and he went through his daily routine but as he stepped out of the shower and started to dry himself he looked into the mirror and saw the figure smiling from behind him and its curving grimace was comprised completely by yellowed teeth with a red liquid dripping from them. He whirled about only to find nothing there. He continued his preparations for school in an agitated, nervous manner. He looked over his shoulder every few seconds, sure that the creature was behind him. He almost jumped through the roof when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He looked up from his backpack to see his dad coming down the stairs. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“You need a ride today? I saw your tire was flat and thought you might need to be driven to school.” His dad said.
“Oh, uh, yeah I do dad. Thanks.”
“No problem.” He yawned, “I have to go to work early today anyway.”
He gathered his things and got in the car after his dad. His dad started to engage him in random chit-chat about how school was, what the weather was like, to which Jack responded distractedly.
“So how are your grades doing Jack?” His dad asked, “I heard you got an F on the math test.”
“Oh that was because… Look out!”
Jack saw the figure again, but this time it was standing arms outstretched in the middle of the road, grinning from under its cloak. His dad just looked at Jack as if he was crazy while they ran straight through the creature as if he couldn’t see it.
“Jack are you feeling OK? What should I look out for? No one’s even on this road.”
Jack replied with a barely audible yes. He could have sworn that they were about to hit it. Then he thought “What if it’s only in my head? Could it just be a reoccurring figment of my imagination?” He sat quietly musing over this for the rest of the trip. He got out of the car upon his arrival and stepped into the hallway. He was about twenty minutes early and so he decided to go to his home room to catch up on homework. His teacher was already in the room and just glanced up at him when he entered and then got back to grading papers. The lights were out and they were alone in the semi-darkness.
Jack pulled out his English homework when he started to feel an urge to sleep. At first he ignored it but he quickly started to become blurry eyed and his mind became fuzzy. The last thing he felt before blacking out was a feeling of loss and guilt and then a voice saying “You may wish to stay in the light until our hallowed day passes” followed by maniacal laughter.
He came to kneeling over a foul smelling object on the floor. He opened his eyes to the gruesome sight of his teacher’s lifeless fearful eyes. Her mouth was open in a breathless scream, her throat torn out, and huge bloody furrows all over her chest, a runic symbol was inscribed on the ground around the corpse, and part of her face seemed to be bitten off. He tasted a coppery liquid in his mouth and moaned in an inhuman voice. He looked down to his hands and saw in place of his fingers long bloody claws embedded within his teacher’s chest. He jumped up and tore his claws from the corpse and ran outside of the class. He left the school behind, exiting through the back door and into the sunlight.
He ran as fast as he could to an old meadow about 3 miles away from Hampton. He screamed in agony and fear as the sun felt supernaturally hot and his skin started to melt off before his eyes exposing his normal human flesh beneath the monstrosity he had become. He stared wide eyed at his own hands and cried for joy that he was still human. Then he looked up only to see the sun blocked out by the cloaked thing. Enraged he swung a fist at it only to have it caught by a clawed hand with a grip of iron. He looked closely at the hand and then thought back to the claws he had when he unknowingly murdered his teacher.
“We are one now Jack. To kill one of us is to destroy both, and something you hold even closer to yourself then your life. Our very souls are wrapped around one another until the new month. I told you to stay in the light and yet you didn’t listen. Just as my last twelve victims you took my warning for granted. Prepare for the worst time of your life, dear child for it begins.” The creature said in a cold tone.
The creature vanished on the breeze and Jack looked around to see if anyone had noticed him. He looked up at the sun and saw that it had moved and was close to sunset already. He started to run home as he had when he was young and in trouble. He opened the door to the sound of voices.
“I don’t know where he is! Jack has been gone for a whole day and no one knows where he is! My baby is somewhere out there and I need to find him.”
“Ma’am yesterday we found his teacher’s corpse brutally savaged beyond recognition in his home room. His things were found on a desk covered in blood. We can only expect the worst.”
Jack’s jaw dropped. “Gone for a whole day? It was only two hours at most!” he thought. Then he remembered how the sun seemed to be in a different position in the sky. He cautiously stepped into his house and the talking stopped immediately.
“Who’s there?” the officer asked.
“Uh, it’s me Jack.” He replied in an unsteady tone.
He stepped through the shadows quickly and into the light of the living room. His mother stared wide eyed at Jack as if she had never seen him before. He looked into the mirror on the wall behind her and his jaw dropped as well. His blond hair had taken on a silvery sheen and a dull red was almost glowing at the back of his eyes. His nails were now unnaturally sharp and his face seemed pale as well. His clothes were partially torn all along the sides of his jeans and the front of his shirt. His shirt had gone from white to blood red. “Wait a second blood red… Oh God.”
“Jack? Is that you? Come closer into the light. What happened to your shirt? Why were you gone for so long? What happened to your hair? What happened to you?”
Jack felt guilt, and fear as he was bombarded by these questions, questions he really didn’t want to answer and didn’t really know the answer to himself.
“Look mom I’m tired. Can I just go to bed now and talk in the morning?” he asked.
“Oh alright. I’m just glad you’re alive.”
Jack walked solemnly upstairs and thought to himself. He had bought time but still couldn’t answer her questions without her thinking he was insane. He needed sleep and felt something nagging at the back of his head, but just couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It had something to do with Halloween. Ah well he could just figure it out in the morning with everything else. He crawled into bed and turned on his bedside lamp.
His dreams were plagued with visions of himself dismembering his teacher as that horrid soulless beast. He could hardly think of the fact that he was a murderer but the fact that he had wholly mutilated someone was more then he could bear. He heard the creature in his mind laughing and couldn’t stop seeing his teacher’s dead eyes staring accusingly up at him.
He remembered it all in a red haze. First he had walked over behind the teacher and grabbed her throat with his claws. Then he had smashed her face into the desk and hurled her to the floor. He then knelt down beside her and slashed his claws across her chest and then bent down further to take one huge bite from the flesh of her face. He didn’t know when along that time she had died but all he knew was that she was dead, now and forever.
He woke with a cold sweat on his brow and got up to do his routine. He got breakfast and took care to turn on lights and stay near windows, fearing another possession. “So” he thought, “It’s Halloween and all the kids are going to dress up as monsters but the only real one is me. Wait a second, dress up for Halloween.” He thought back to a few weeks earlier when he had with his mom’s help organized a Halloween party at 9 PM for his friends. Naturally the party had expanded, to include the entire group of people he hung out with. “I’m expected to be there and host the party which should be easy since the spirit or whatever it is said I only have to stay in the light until ‘our hallowed day passes’.” It made perfect sense. All he had to do was stay in the lights which should be easy at his party and for just one more day. He could feel his spirits rising.
He got up and went out the door before his mom would wake up. He knew he would have hell to face when he got home but even if he got grounded or yelled at it just might be enough to cancel the party, and that itself would be a blessing for he wouldn’t have to be too careful or run the risk that he would kill them. He started to break into a run to get to school and shortly realized that he didn’t feel any strain on his muscles and didn’t even break a sweat. He got to school in only fifteen minutes and stopped in front of the door. He reached down to open it only to find it securely locked. Only then he noticed the large notice on the door above his head.
He stepped back and read: The Hampton Middle School will be in lock down until further notice due to the untimely demise of one of the faculty. We are sorry for any inconvenience and once current matters are resolved we will reopen our doors for the public. Thank you. Sincerely Chrisman Swede, Faculty Principle.
Jack couldn’t believe it. Not only would that make it easier to avoid possession but he could also get back before his mom woke up at his speed. He sprinted back and thought to himself. How could he get his party cancelled? He came to the realization that he in fact could not. Simply too many people were ready to come. He would just have to stay inside and in the light until tomorrow. He made it back to the door and opened it quietly. He stepped inside cautiously and went to the kitchen where his mom was sitting.
“Good morning” he said.
“Oh. Hi Jack. Are you ready to tell me what happened?”
“Yes” he lied. His mind scrambled for an excuse. “Uh those two days ago I got to school, uh, early I guess. I went to homeroom to do homework and I heard something behind me when I sat down. As I turned my head something hit me and knocked me out cold. I woke in a field far away from Hampton and, I guess I got lost. I don’t know what killed my teacher though.”
His mother sat for a while, eyes narrowed as if in thought. He could almost see the little gerbil running in its wheel within her skull and then an unsettling thought flickered through his mind. What does her blood taste like? He quickly shook the thought away and waited.
“Well we still have to get ready for your party tonight. You sure you aren’t hurt?”
“Yeah.” He said.
“Well then we had best get started now. Your school sent us a notice that it would be closed for a while. At least it gives us time to work on the decorations” she sighed.
They worked all day setting up the decorations. They carved out jack o’ lanterns, set the tables, put up streamers, and made a sign out front. Jack spent most of the time in thought and occasionally checked to see if he was in shadow. At last the time came for the guests to arrive.
“Oh, no!” Jack yelled.
“What?” asked his mom.
“I forgot to get a costume.”
His mom laughed in his face.
“Did you forget what you look like? You already look like some sort of demon Jack.”
Jack nearly choked on that statement. If only she knew the truth. What would she think of him? Would she still love him the way she always had, or think him an insane psychopath? Ah well, he would only have to stay hidden for a day. At that moment the door bell rang. Jack rushed to the door and opened it to see Danny, his best friend since first grade. He was about five foot six and had short black hair, and a smile that never seemed to leave his face. He said hello and walked inside to get comfortable and wait for everyone else. Jack continued the process of greeting people and sending them in. Once all were inside there were about thirty four other people besides Jack, including his mom (his dad was at work).
Once the party began Jack started to look for a way to excuse himself from it at the earliest opportunity. And so he ‘accidentally’ spilt punch on his shirt and went upstairs. He turned on the light and lay down to get some rest. He tried to stay awake but quickly fell asleep from boredom. He felt the creature moving around in his mind while he dreamed, turning his dreams to nightmares. He woke up in complete darkness. The door was closed his lights were off and he could still hear noise from downstairs. He thought quickly, his mom had probably seen him asleep and turned off the lights and shut the door behind her. All he needed to do was reach the lights before…
“It is time once again dear child. I will surface and you will become a Hunter of Blood once more. But this time as it is our hallowed day I will let you see the fruits of your work firsthand. You almost made it but almost is not enough, and how nice of you to fill your abode with living and breathing prey. This shall be most interesting.”
Jack tried to lunge for the light but his legs wouldn’t move. They were flailing about wildly along with the rest of his limbs. His mouth opened in a breathless scream as his nails and hands grew larger, his skin almost to pure black, and his eyesight became tinged with red. He grew in size until he was almost eight feet tall, with a wide muscled torso, hands the size of hams, claws like daggers, and legs like tree trunks.
He was no longer in control of his movements; the creature within him had total control. It made him slink down the stairs silently where he looked out over the group of friends. He found himself thinking thoughts that were not his own. Thoughts full of blood, killing, and slaughter. The creature looked around the room until it spotted Danny.
“Ah. Here is our first victim child. The one you call friend. Let us go and drink his blood so that you might become closer to him.”
It laughed and lunged across the room in one jump. Danny was looking down at the punch bowl when Jack landed clawed legs first on his back. Danny was forced down through the table and to the floor where he landed with a sickening crunch. Jack found himself lifting Danny’s neck up and taking a large bite out of his throat. He tasted his blood which was spew forth like a geyser and which was startlingly sweet and he took a deep draw of it before looking up. Everyone’s eyes were on him. He stood up to his full height and made an inhuman screech. The party goers, who were just seconds ago staring jaws dropped, now at once screamed and ran around looking for an exit.
The monster he had become ran towards a screaming girl who it picked up and slammed her face through the wall and then removed the now unmoving body and tossed it across the room spilling blood as it flew. It jumped over to two boys and savagely plunged its claws into their backs and lifted them only to sink his claws deeper and then through each and into the other. It then wrenched its claws to the side and sheared through what remained of the corpses, which were now completely unrecognizable. Then it ran up to a small child who had accompanied his brother. It laughed in the trembling child’s face and then reached out to tenderly stroke his cheek. In the next instant it savagely wrenched up decapitating the confused child’s head neatly before kicking the torso off to the side. It then jumped from each guest and mutilated them in horrible ways. Only five had made it through the door in time.
The only one left in the house alive besides Jack was his mother. The creature he had become walked slowly to her.
“Ah so you are this one’s mother,” the thing said, “I will enjoy your death far more then those others. Don’t worry though. Any pain you feel will be over quickly, but that it won’t be painful is unthinkable. Prepare to face your eternal doom mortal.”
It then closed the gap of twenty feet between them in two quick strides. Jack’s mom screamed as the creature picked her up and held her above its head. It then started to pull in two directions at once and the sound of flesh tearing was audible. She screamed louder and louder still as seconds past. Her face was a mask of sheer agony and fear. Then a loud snap signaled the separation of both sides of her body. Somehow she continued screaming until the creature stomped her skull flat like an eggshell against the floor and discarded her corpse.
Jack screamed mentally in horror. One of his parents, the only family he had ever known was dead, along with all but five of his friends. The creature seemed to hear his thoughts and smiled.
“Do not think that I have forgotten about them dear child. Their end will come swiftly, and perhaps it might take long enough that you will be free, free to face imprisonment for slaughtering your fellows.”
It laughed in his mind as it bounded out of the door. It jumped up on top of Jacks house and looked out into the night. Jack saw his vision switch to a glowing blue. It showed five glowing yellow figures running together down a street madly as if the very devil was chasing them, which in fact they might not be so far off. The creature bounded after them clearing twenty feet with every stride and catching up quickly.
One looked back and managed to let out a terrified scream before the creature took his head from his shoulder with a single devastating punch. The other four turned around to face their doom. One even held out his fists in a fighting pose before being lifted and plowed into the cement, leaving a bloody streak across the ground. The other three turned and began to run as the creature threw the remainder of the body at them, flooring them. They looked up into the face of their killer and screamed before having their skulls crushed one by one.
Jack couldn’t believe that in a scant fifteen minutes this creature had killed everyone he knew and loved except for his father. Their blood was on his hands and now it seemed like even though he would be possessed for only ten more minutes it would no longer matter. He started mentally crying, while the creature laughed at him.
It returned to his house and moved the corpses away from one spot on the floor only to place them in unnatural positions and then it cleared all the furniture from one space on the floor, on which it drew in the blood of Jack’s now deceased friends, a huge pentagram which it kneeled in.
“I can tell you no longer wish for life and so now in your last moments you may be pleased to know that I lied. I can kill you but only you could have stopped this. You could have killed yourself and now instead you have indirectly murdered thirty four innocents. Now it ends for thirteen more years dear child. I will join you in hell.”
Jack was now in control of his body again, which was melting into its normal form once more. He started to feel pressure building up in his chest. He gasped in horror as his chest cavity split open in a fountain of crimson blood and an arm made almost of complete shadow emerged. The creature was coming out of him! It reached up to his face and tore the skin off slowly to help it emerge. It shredded his body into strips of flesh and gore which it calmly shrugged off of itself and all the while Jack screamed with every last breath before going silent. It clasped its hands together and intoned ‘alsteirmach’. A hole in the fabric of the universe opened before it and through it was a realm of fire. It stepped through into the inferno and if one had been present they would have seen it turn a smile one last time, with an image of Jack inside each eye. It reached out and pulled his corpse in the gateway and closed it once more, for thirteen years.
Jack’s dad was driving home from work and couldn’t think of anything but seeing his beloved wife and child. He hated that he had to work twelve hour days and couldn’t wait to meet their forthcoming embrace. He drove up to the driveway and then saw the door hanging off its hinges and the back of it was a bright red. He got out of the car and rushed inside to find bodies strewn about the room. Two girls hanging from the ceiling by small nooses made of their own hair, three boys lying spread eagle on the floor with their backs laid completely open, bodies smashed into and through walls, limbs scattered about, blood coating the entire room a scarlet red, and his beloved wife torn in two, her chest cavity split asunder exposing her half eaten heart, and her head lying in fragments with brain matter around them on the floor. However he saw no sign of Jack beyond his tattered shirt lying in a pentagram of blood in the center of the room. He let out a wail of despair and wept into his hands. He had lost everything dear to him without even being there to see it all vanish, in the blink of a blood red eye.
The End for now.