Monster In My Home: part of the horror collection
Plot: it was a little over 3 months till your wedding with Sam. But something wasn't right, Sam was slipping out in the middle of the night, not returning until the break of dawn, and horrifying noises enter your home when he leaves. You take it upon yourself to figure out what it is.
Warnings: implications of torture, murder, blood, emotional abuse, forced medication.
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87 days and counting down till your wedding with Sam. But the nerves were building, but not the normal, everything has to be perfect nerves. It was the somethings not right nerves. Those nerves were with Sam, in the day he's the perfect loving finance, cooking breakfast, taking care of you, treating your entire body and soul with love and adoration. But in the depths of night, when no ones roams or no one stirs, when he thinks you're asleep, he abandons you in the bed. Going off to only god knows where.
That's when the noise starts. Every night like clockwork, for months. Slow steady scratching at first. Noises that causes the unease to claw at your vunerable body. Then it grows and swells, into hard bangs and muffled screams. By then, you lay awake, with a beating heart and terror haunting your every move. But they stop. Their daunting noises subside into nothingness as the early morning glow peers into the house. They stop when Sam comes back into bed, wrapping his arms around you, loving you like he never left.
At first you thought the noises weren't connected with Sam's disappearances. So you thought of something more bearable to handle then he's causing the horrifying noises. He was cheating. Naturally you brought up the noises first before your cheating allegation to him when both of you were out of bed. Sam's first reaction was a mix of horror and concern. "Y/N hearing those types of noises aren't good, are you ok? Should we do anything? You know they aren't real right?" He bombarded you with questions, placing his large hands on your shoulders, looking at you eye to eye. Rage spiraled up inside you. He thought you were crazy and you would not stand for it.
"I am not just hearing things Sam! You would know they're real if you stay with me in the night instead of leaving!" You screamed, smacking his hands off of you. Anger flashed on his face, but quickly morphed into a sad gaze. "Honey..." his soft voice trailed off, moving his hands onto the small of you back, bringing you into a tight embrace. You wanted to struggle and stand your ground. But your body wouldn't budge, you wanted to so desperately believe it was all in your head but maybe that ment...you were crazy. "I have never, or will ever leave you at night. I'm always here with you. I think it's just a reoccurring nightmare that seems real." he wisphered in an overly sweet tone in your ear, his hand grazing over your back, trying to reassure you. Your body just stood there, limp. couldn't fight his words, you didn't want to fight it anymore. Its been so long thats this has been happening, and the pain about it is just growing and eating you from the inside out. You just want it to end. Maybe, now that it's out in the open, it won't happen tonight?
After that your day returned to normal. Sam trying to meet your every need. Cooking dinners. Staying by your side and doing any thing you could every ask of him. Yet something still didn't feel right. Sam would look over his shoulder more. Or go silent. As if he was waiting for a sound to break the heavy slience between the two of you.
"Sam, are you ok?" You asked him hesitantly, both of you were on the couch talking till Sam had suddenly gone quiet and was looking towards the basement door. He turned towards you and smiled. "Oh nothing, I just thought I heard some noise by the basement." Your heart rate sky rocketed, your mind immediately jumped to the noises you hear at night. You gave a wide-eyed look at Sam. He gave a sad smile of understanding. "Y/N, want me to go check, make sure it's nothing?" He asked, stroking his thumb over your hand. You nodded and Sam stood up, letting out a small chuckle. You watched his large figure move around the room, opening the door slightly and disappeared inside. There was a loud clang, then slince. A few seconds passed, Sam came back, smiling. "Well, there was nothing Y/N, I told you." He sat back down next to you, grabbing you by the waist, pulling you onto his lap. He kissed your cheek "Maybe you're just going crazy!" He laughed. You gave an awkward smile. Maybe you were, maybe you weren't. You didn't know which situation was better, and you were determined to figure out what was the truth.
After that moment Sam was still on edge. But you went against your judgement and blew it off. After all he was probably just worried about what you told him right? The night went the same way as the day. Nothing happened. You layed awake all night, on your phone, in Sam's arms, listening for everything soft noise made in the night.
"Sam?" You muttered in the silence of the night.
"Yeah Y/N?" Sam let out a groggy response, shifting his body to face you. You wanted to ask the questions that was burning in your mind. But there was just to many, and you already put Sam through so much. So you didn't ask if you're crazy, or if he's lying about not leaving you, or anything else.
"Nothing, just seeing if you're up..." you muttered, he grunted and shifted his body back, and you were left with your toxic thoughts.
But nothing happened. Sam didn't leave and no noises. Just as you hoped. It was just the stillness and darkness surrounding your room. This was the case for a few more nights. Untill you started sleeping again.
When you closed your eyes to drift off into your long awaited slumber. A few seconds of pure bliss passed, then the bed would shift, and slowly, the soft scrapes and scratches will creep through the walls. The soft noises morphing into the regular screams and bangs. Panic swirled inside of you, instinctively you reached over to Sam.
You brought your knees up to your quivering chest. Heart beating a million miles per minute. You couldn't take it any more. This was your breaking point. You hands clasped over your ears and you screamed. "SAM!" Your loud voice pierced the quiet noises that seemed much louder in your head. Suddenly, everything was still for a few terrifying seconds. A door slamming broke the uneasy silence. Then frantic footsteps. Sam walked into the room, a look of pure fear written on his face but you could of sworn you saw a patches of red on the bottom of his shirt. But your thoughts were ended by a voice. "Y/N, what's going on are you ok?" He asked, crawling back into the bed with you. "No! Everything is not ok, you left again and the n-noises t-they came back!" You fumbled over your words, the panic still rising inside you. The screams not leaving your mind, a pit forming in your stomach, your body growing numb and tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Sam rubbed your shoulder and whispered "Hun, i went to the bathroom, i didn't leave, and i haven't heard a single noise. Look, tomorrow we're taking you back to the psychiatrist ok?" He pulled you into another hug. You couldn't take it anymore. You layed there sobbing in his arms, feeling his hand rubbing the small of your back, attempting to soothe your nerves. But it wouldn't work. Your body was numb, and your mind swirling with thoughts. 'Am I really crazy?', you thought. Dwelling on the events for the past week, until you fell asleep.
You woke up from the suns rays coming through the window. Sam gently shaking your body. "Y/N, get ready, we gotta leave." He planted a soft kiss on your temple. A gentle smile tugged on the corner of your lips. For the first time in the past week, you forgot about everything. All the noises, the stress, the uneasy feeling and the breakdown from last night. It was a peaceful moment between you too. You wanted it to last forever. But you had to get up and get ready, making the small tranquil moment end. After showering and eating some breakfast, you and Sam made the quiet trip to the psychiatrist. Sam went in before you, then it was your turn.
You were greeted by an old woman, who gave a smile and gided you to a small room down a long hallway. The room was painted a light gray, with pictures strung up on the walls. The woman who guided you here took a seat in a large chair by a desk. She motioned you to sit.
"So, Y/N, why don't you tell me what's been going on." She said, a smile plastered on her face.
"Well..." Your voice trailed off, feeling your heart pick up speed at the memory of the sounds. You sucked in a breath and began.
"At night, I think Sam, my um fiancee, leaves the bed at night to go somewhere, i think...and then these...um scratching and banging noises happen after. But when I talked to Sam about it he always says he doesn't leave, he says I'm just hearing and imagining things...i don't know if he's right or not."
After Spilling out everything. The sounds, the anxiety, Sam leaving, and the stress. You felt a large weight being lifted off your shoulders. Your therapist sighed and nodded, wrote something down on a yellow notepad She had on her lap, and spoke in a calm clear voice.
"Y/N, we can all admit that the stress from this must be unimaginable, but i think Sam might be on to something. You might be projecting your stress and worries in your dreams it's not that uncommon. Especially with all thats going on, you know the wedding and all. We might just have something for you so it can help." She turned around and wrote out something on a slip. "Here, these should help you fall asleep, and stay asleep, and hopefully keep those stress nightmares away." She gave another smile and stood up. "Well, were out of time, I'll see you next week."
You left the room, wandering back to Sam. Deep down, you knew they were wrong, something was happening, something was seriously wrong, and you'll figure it out. But you would take the pills anyway. You told Sam this news and his face lit up in an odd way. "Hey, that can be good for you!" He beamed. An uneasy feeling was pooling inside you. But these was nothing to do, you just gave him a weird look, shrugged it off, and went back home.
The night quickly approached. Sam had you to take the pill, in an unusually forceful way. You had no choice but to obey. Night after night. Same routine, Sam forces you to take the pill, and you fall asleep before you can can question anything.
But you couldn't get rid of the noises from your mind you needed to find out what was happening. So one day, curiousity got the best of you. You didn't take the sleeping pill. You wanted to find the sound. Huddling up in bed you pretended to sleep. Sam didn't stay long. Your heart pounded as he left, excitement, and suspense growing from your core, you waited a moment. Then you followed. Sam moved swiftly through the dark halls of the house. He stopped at the basement door. His silhouette had a terrifying look. He was hunched over, his tall build, making his shadow from the light outside, stretch across the room. He reached the open the door. You wish he never did.
Before you saw anything you smelled it. A smell of pure death hit you. The smell made you blow your cover, all your stomach contents quickly emptied themselves on your floor. Your coughing and gagging, made Sam turn his head towards you. But soon after, you heard it.
The noise. But it wasn't the scratches you hoped to find, it was much worse. An ear splitting scream of what can only be guessed to be a young woman rang through the halls, screaming for help and pleading for what ever is happening to her to stop. You felt your heart drop. Sam was keeping poor women under your own two feet. Your soon to be husband, the one person you thought you knew everything about was doing this. You heard Sam run over to you, your heart pounding, panic building as he stood over you. A sickening grin plastered on his face. "Sam, w-what's happening?" You cried. Tears falling before you could stop them. All the things you've been hearing...were from people trying to escape, and begging for it to stop. "Oh sweetheart....you weren't supposed to find this out." He sucked in a sharp breath, using one of his hands to gently stroke your cheek. You couldn't move, couldn't resist it. Your body completely paralyzed, except your pounding heart.
"But why wouldn't you listen to me? This wouldn't of happened. If you just kept taking those pills I made sure your therapist gave you... So now, how about a show you what happens in that room?" He purred, moving his hand to your hair, dragging you by your locks, throwing you inside the putrid smelling room.
It was dim, except a small light hanging from the ceiling. But what you could see in the dim light scared you the most. Along the walls were numerus knifes, saws, and hammers. All coated in a thick red substance. Rusted, bloodied chains hung from the walls. But the walls, all behind the morbid things its holds. Were covered in scratches. Last words of countless people who were held inside this small room of pain and misery. People telling their loved ones 'im sorry' or 'I love you' but looking at all of these made you realize. They were the noises you would hear at night. You heart stopped for a fraction of a second upon the realization, but it didn't last long before Sam threw you into a wall. A small scream left your lungs upon the impact. You tried to back away, only to be backed into a corner. Sam grabbed one of the many chains on the wall and cuffed your wrists. Making you unable to move your arms. You were able to get a good look at the center of the room where Sam moved too. Grabbing a mallet off the wall. There was a long table, with many straps and crimson blood flowing off the edges, and the girl who made the ear ringing scream was strapped to the dirty, red table. She had dark long hair, a lanky, skinny build and was naked. All of her bones could be seen through her skin, she was so frail, so helpless. She could of been a beautiful young woman if it wasn't for Sam. Her pale skin was littered many bruises, cuts, and blood on her, some of her limbs being contorted into awkward ways. Her eyes were wide with terror and were red and puffy, tears streaming down her face. She looked up to Sam, his grin growing into something much darker, you felt like vomiting again. He raised the mallet, and in a quick few seconds, brought it down on the poor girl, hard. Blood splattered on Sam and on you, you let out a blood curdling shriek as Sam turned to you, with an even wider grin. He was enjoying every second of your fear, of ever second of killing, and you felt sick. He took off the restraints he had on the dead girl, picked her up, and threw her into a corner. He finally turned his attention to you, gliding across the room in a disturbingly happy demeanor. He made his way to you, towering over you he rubbed his thumb over your cheek. Giving you a rough kiss on the lips. You struggled against his touch, hatred filling you up to your core.
"What the FUCK Sam!" You spat at him, trying to ignore your shaking body and the tears streaming down your face. You couldn't believe it. You watched Sam kill someone, and you were most likely going to be next. You wanted to be angry, ask him why he lied, why he does this, why he gets joy out of these horrid acts. But you couldn't. The fear that was coursing through your veins was too strong. You were more scared for you life then you were answering questions. Sam never answered you question, just turned his back on you, putting the bloodied mallet back on the wall. He turned towards you, his face only inches away from yours. He muttered a few deadly words that made your blood run cold and your heart stop.
"Its your turn now Y/N. Let me show you exactly what happens in this room."
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