Evil Dead!

evil faceThe silence didn’t last long. A strong wind blew. It was icy cold. A weak, fading glow danced in the darkness. The tinkling bells grew silent. I knew I had to do something, but I didn’t know what!

“Lucky Heather?”

The voice was close to my ear. I turned quickly, expecting to see another restless spirit, but instead I came face-to-face with the old Gypsy I’d seen a couple of days earlier. I touched her wrinkled cheek. It was warm. She was real. She grinned a toothless grin and pushed a sprig of purple heather into my hand. My skin tingled at its touch. I remembered the heather that filled my living room a few days earlier.

Was she trying to help me?

Looking into her eyes, I saw strength, and wisdom. I looked back at the fading glow of the young gypsy girl and my heart began to ache.

“Don’t go!” I pleaded in a voice that didn’t sound like mine.

The smoking man appeared behind her, reaching out his arms, trying to hold her, but she was barely visible.

Laughter bubbled from behind me. It was nasty and malevolent. I turned around almost losing my balance, and looked upon pure evil, in the form of a man. Horns were all he needed to make him look like the devil itself. I knew he was long dead, I could see it in his eyes, but he looked strong. The smirk on his face was terrifying.

“You can’t help them, they’re my playthings.”

I tried to speak, but my mouth wouldn’t open.

His laughter surrounded me.

“Every year they suffer. It’s what they deserve. He took her from me. He took her from the Romany way of life. Stole her. Common thief that he is.” He spat on the ground. The grass died around him and the air turned putrid. “I’m going to take you too. Every year I add a wonton creature like yourself to my collection. Young girls who fall under his spell, all too stupid to resist his pathetic charms. I get them all in the end.”

There was movement behind him. A dozen or more young girls huddled together. Some naked, all unhappy! Snatched from life and made to suffer by this evil, restless spirit. I didn’t want to be one of them.

“Why do you want me? Let me go. What good can I do?” I whispered, trying to sound brave.

“I don’t want you, I didn’t want any of these pathetic creatures,” as he spoke he turned around. They all cowered away from him. Could he still hurt them in death?

“I want her! I’ll give them all to him, in exchange for her. ”

I looked back at the fading light that was the beautiful young gypsy girl. I could barely see her now.

Another voice came from the darkness. I’d forgotten about the old woman.

“She’ll never be yours Luca. She didn’t love you.”

Her voice brought a look of fury to the ugly face. A bird fell to the ground at his feet.

“I didn’t want her love. I wanted her body! Love is nothing. I needed her beside me to bear my children.” His voice boomed like thunder. He smiled an awful smile and licked his lips, “I wanted to play with her a little too.”

“People like you should never be allowed to breed. If you’d given her a child it would have died in her womb.” The old girl cackled. Her voice was strong.

“I’d have torn it from her body before that happened.”

More birds fell to the ground behind him. I could smell fire. Maybe it was the fires of Hell. Somewhere close by a tree fell smoldering to the ground.

The heather I held tightly in my hand became so warm I wanted to drop it.

A voice from deep within my head whispered to me.

Make him angry now. Distract him! Let Mala escape. Let him focus his anger on you and me.

“I’m scared.” I answered. “He’ll kill me!”

A pain ripped through my skull.

“Be quiet you old Hag, I hear you”

 

Snatched back from Hell! – Dark Angel

Paul-Nulty-Lighting-Design-100W-Challenge-2014-2In the far corners of my mind someone called my name. I wanted to ignore it and sink into the rapturous comfort that tugged me ever downwards. My body tingled in anticipation of what awaited. The voice was insistent. “Lucy, fight it, it’s a trick. FIGHT, come back to me. Lucy, come back.”

Another voice goaded me. Lucy, come to me, don’t you feel good. Let me explore your mind and body, come to me now. The voice was erotic. Sparks of light flashed though my brain. I was gripped with excitement. “I’m coming.” I replied.

I was almost there, lost to reality, sinking in a world of pleasure and greed. I stopped. Jeff’s voice was distant now, hardly a whisper. Sinking, sinking, slowly, and then I stopped. A foul smell surrounded me, a smell of death and decay. I didn’t want to be here, something was wrong.

Almost there now, close your eyes and stay with me. The foul smell faded.

I heard wood splintering as my bedroom door burst open. My eyes refused to open, the air I breathed was dense. Finally, I forced my eyes open, I could barely see Jeff, even though he stood in front of me.

He pulled me from the bed, but cold invisible hands gripped me from behind, long nails digging into my flesh. Stay with me! I want you to stay with me forever, I’m not done with you, there’s a place for you with me.

Jeff was chanting again, I felt him getting stronger, my body started to rise as he lifted me into his arms and held me close. Everything faded away. I don’t know how much time passed, but I opened my eyes again to find myself lying on a bed of cushions in the middle of my living room floor, candles and incense burned all around me. Jeff sat on the sofa, a book open on his lap. His lips moved, but he read silently. Sensing I was awake, he looked at me and smiled. I was alarmed at the dark smudges beneath his eyes. This fight was killing him.

“Don’t move,” he said, “stay just where you are, you’re safe there.”

Shadows danced on the ceiling, taking shapes I didn’t want to see, so I closed my eyes. A voice close to me whispered.

I’ll keep you safe, I’m still here. That fool can’t steal you away from me. 

The foul smell returned briefly and then was gone. I opened my eyes again and “Jeff, whats going to happen to me? I can’t stay here forever.”

The door to my apartment opened slowly and a huge dark figure filled the opening. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what evil had come for me now. “Dear God please help us.” I whispered.

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Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

 

 

Seduced by Evil – Angel of Death

I barely slept that night. In fact I thought I might never sleep again. What was this creature that made me suffer? What did it want from me? Was I borderline evil, an easy challenge? Why me? I thought of Jeff lying on my sofa and felt safer with his presence, but I knew I was putting him in extreme danger and it wasn’t fair. I decided to ask him to leave the following day. Only one person should be put in harm’s way, me and me alone.

It was a long uncomfortable, sleepless night, and when morning finally came I was exhausted, but relieved. As soon as the first light of dawn streamed through a gap in my curtains I threw on some comfortable clothes and went into the living room. Jeff lay motionless on my sofa. Paranoid, I checked to make sure he was still breathing. He was! Next I called work and spoke to my boss “I need to stay home for a few days,” I said, “I have some personal issues I need to take care of.”

“Are you alright?” Sandra, my boss asked “You haven’t been the same since your dad died. Take as long as you need, you’ve had a hell of a year. Can I do anything to help?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll be fine. I have to take care of this myself,” I said, but she knew me well and my voice gave me away.

“Do you want to come and stay with David and I?” she asked. “Or maybe you spend some time at your mum’s. It sounds like you need to be with someone.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to burden anyone else with my problems, I just need to be alone for a while. Thanks for being understanding, I’ll be in touch.”

“Only if you’re sure, but I will check…..”Before she finished her sentence the connection was broken and the temperature dropped quickly.

“Oh good, you’re staying home, now we can be along together. At last I can make you mine. Now get rid of the fool in the living room and give yourself to me.”

“Go to hell,” I said, and then I laughed, “No wait you’re already there aren’t you.”

The room got warmer again and I looked towards the sofa where Jeff stirred. He opened his eyes. As I walked towards him I felt new warmth radiating from him. This wasn’t the Jeff I used to know, this guy was different. I needed to find out what had happened to him before I sent him away.

“Want some coffee?” I asked as he swung his legs off the sofa.
“I’m starving he answered, I need more than coffee. Lets go out for breakfast.”

“Great idea. I’ll pay.” I said, wanting more than anything to get Jeff out of my house.

“I heard you call work, you’re not going in. I’m glad, we need to call Father Angelo and bring him here before it’s too late.”

I smiled, and thought No I’m not allowing Father Angelo into my house and I want you gone as soon as possible. I trembled and became irritated. I badly wanted Jeff out of my home, but. did I want him gone for his own safety? Or was the daemon influencing my decisions? Did she want him gone so she could have me to herself?

Oh Dear God, I can’t even trust myself now, I thought.

I looked at Jeff, his eyes seemed to see right through me.

“Lucy, fight it, don’t let it win. You need me and you need Father Angelo, don’t push us away.”

I turned my back on him and closed my eyes. A sweet voice whispered in my ear. “We can have fun together you and me. So much fun.”

I giggled and answered with my mind “Yes I think we can.” 

I walked into my bedroom and shut the door. The shadow on the far wall moved towards me. I’m not sure if it was male or female, but it made me feel good. A cool breeze caressed my body as I fell onto my bed.

Jeff was hammering on the door, but I ignored him as I sank into another world.

 

 

 

Tricks of Evil – Dark Angel – Haunting the Reverend

 

As soon as I walked into the kitchen of my childhood home I felt my dad’s presence. I even smelled him, his cigarettes, his aftershave, his hair creme; it was comforting and upsetting both at the same time. My mum seemed not to notice and busied herself with setting the table.

“Can I help”? I asked. She stopped what she was doing and looked at me. “Your being here is the only help I need. I’ve missed you, I feel like I’ve lost my husband and my daughter.”

I hung my head, ashamed of my recent behaviour. “I’m sorry mum, I really am.”

She turned her back to me, I knew she was crying, “everyone deals with grief differently,” she said, making excuses for me.

Reverend Laybourn appeared as he walked slowly past the kitchen window. He didn’t look so good as he came in and sat down. My mum poured him some tea and offered him a piece of cake. “How could I refuse, it looks delicious.” He turned and faced me. “People come from far and wide to our church bake sale, in the hopes of getting one of your mum’s chocolate cakes. She has quite the reputation.”

The cake on Reverend Laybourn’s place was alive with maggots, dark chocolate-colored maggots. Was I the only person who saw them?

His face was covered with a film of perspiration. He mopped his brow. “Oh goodness, I hope I’m not coming down with something,” he said. My mum didn’t seem to notice his demeanor. She was just happy we were both there. After twenty minutes or so the Reverend stood up, he looked unsure on his feet, and steadied himself. A dark maggot tried to escape the corner of his mouth. My stomach lurched, surely I was hallucinating.

“I must go, other parishioners to talk to,” he said weakly.

“I’ll walk with you to the corner,” I told him, wondering if he had the strength to walk that far.

By the time we reached the garden gate, I thought he would faint, but he kept going. I knew he was praying silently because his lips were moving. When I knew my mum couldn’t hear my voice I said. “Are you alright, what happened in there? Your cake, it was full of maggots.”

Reverend Laybourn took a deep breath and talked as we continued to walk to the corner of the street. “No it was not, but something wanted us to believe it was. It took all of my strength and faith in God to eat it. I didn’t want to alarm your mother, but I don’t think I should visit her again at home, something doesn’t want me in her house.”

I looked into his face, some of the color had returned. “You look much better now. Remember when you visited my flat?”

“Yes, I do, you weren’t pleased to see me were you? I heard you slam the door when I walked out.”

“I didn’t slam the door, I was nowhere near it. Reverend, I really do think I have daemons.I think they will harm you if you try to help me.”

The reverend looked at me, a troubled expression on his face. “Lucy, you are troubled, I see a dark aura all around you. Its something I’ve never seen before, but I don’t believe it’s a daemon. I’m going to talk to Father Romsey about this, there are special prayers to help troubled people. This could be something you are mustering up.”

“I’ve been called crazy several times in my life, but I don’t think I’m the sort of crazy that can conjure up maggots. I saw them too remember?”

The reverend took my hands in his own “May God Protect you.” he said. “Lucy, I will talk to Father Romsey and then I will call you.”

“I don’t want to put more people at risk.”

“Part of my job is dealing with evil, it’s what I signed up for.” Reverend Laybourn hugged me and then hurried away. I was scared for him.

As I walked back along the road to my mum’s house it grew dark, it was still early afternoon, but a storm was coming. The shadows grew longer. The air was full of dampness, and carried a nasty smell, it was the smell of evil. May God help us all, I said to myself. I knew I had a battle ahead of me.

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My first novel ‘Dead of July’ is set in Dortmund, Germany. The year is 1984 and a young British Army wife fights a battle against Evil. Does she survive? Click on the link below and find out.

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