DARKNESS did not provide an ignorant comfort she could wrap herself in to
blind herself to the horrors above, or what was right in front of her. A VAST and
formless feeling overwhelmed her senses, adding a PRESSURE to her mind. She
shook uncontrollably (though if this was the work of the HELL HOUSE or her own
body’s coping mechanism, she didn’t know and would never think of it.), crying out
in a childish, human tone to follow the Beldam’s anguished moans.
A coppery, tangy taste tainted her mouth, jolting her out of her fear for one single
moment of self-assesment, her hand slowly and mindlessly raising to press at her
nose. Warmish liquid met the back of it, but even the CRIMSON was diluted BLACK
in the pitch of the hallway. Her canine’s whimpering stemmed from her grip, too tight,
too much in fear of losing him – o’, she did not want to lose him – and decides to
stick loosen up, allowing the dog to cower beside her.
The nosebleed was concerning but not pressing. It’s existence could stem from the
fall, but her mind was preoccupied by incessant whisperings of words that she both
understood and did not. They were too FORMLESS to make sense of, or it was her own
pain-addled brain trying to block out things. A coping mechanism.
The creaking stopped her dead in her tracks, her breath held, her entire body still.
Her instincts screamed for her to get up, GET UP! RUN! – but where to? In the pitch
black she could only futily grope the ground to remain thankful that she was still where
she was. It reminded her strongly of when her father left for nights, the creaking of the
floorboards in the hallway, her still remaining awake and naughtily reading past her
bedtime, praying he didn’t come in to tell her off.
Her chest ached in a longing for home entwined with the lack of air, forcing her to gulp
greedily at the air. The RED filled the room, her vision. The CRIMSON HUE acted like
a UV light, illuminating the TRUTH of the hallway. A foolhardy bravery spluttered into
life within her, and she found the waning courage to glance up – regret immediately
filling in bravado’s place.
For what seemed like an ETERNITY of stillness, of whispering silence, she shot up
at the door’s slow movement, her boot-clad feet scrambling against the dead floor,
the child selfishly basking in whatever UNHOLY light the area could provide – anything
was better than the sickening VOID, only to cease when something soft and fuzzy
confuses all senses.
It was not her faithful pup Cheese, for he was laying infront of her, shaking rapidly and
a distinct smell wavering from him. Kurimu slowly – as if it was her last moment – looked
towards the TEDDY BEAR.
The child care not for the HORRORS as she launched herself to the toy, grabbing it
hastily and hugging it tightly, face burying deeply onto it’s head. A weak sense of
comfort bloomed from the action as she rocked back and forth with teddy in tow,
muttering softly to it, it’s going to be okay, it’s going to be okay, i don’t want to die –
Her canine found the strength to yap, voice lost in the endless sea of WHISPERS,
and his owner preoccupied with the plush and her own heart-stopping fear.
Tears came down more steadily, spilling over cheeks and leaking onto the artifical
fur of the toy. She continued to rock soundlessly until the crack of her voice broke
free, sounding less like a plea and more of a confession.
“ PLEASE – don’t hurt me.. don’t hurt my puppy. I’m a GOOD GIRL,
really. I’ve only stole from the cookie jar ONCE. I didn’t mean to
disobey my mommy.”
IDLENESS was g r o w i n g in time with THE BELDAM'S IMPATIENCE.
SHE is COMMANDED by OTHERWORLDLY BEINGS;
❝. . . Our society is R O T T E N to the C O R E.
UNKNOWN ELDTRICH HORRORS;
❝. . . NOW'S the time for ACTION.
to progress further in her task, despite her h u m a n e reluctance.
❝ -- NOW'S THE TIME!!! DO IT!!!❞
(The first of the familicides -- up north. An unsettling feeling churned in Lisa's pregnant belly as she skimmed through the details; a father had MURDERED his entire family -- a poor mother and two children -- with a meat cleaver and a rifle before committing suicide. Their children were away at the time; Lisa's husband had completely ignored her reciting of the g r i s l y news in favor of the same broadcast that he had been watching for the past three days. Seldom he would mutter something under his breath -- something strange.)
The radio, rested atop the [ALTAR; SACRIFICIAL and DIVINE] bureau down the dimly-lit hall, began to SCREAM, DROWNING the ENTIRE CORRIDOR with its sudden, DEAFENING STATIC. One could hide; one could scream; one could do anything in their immediate mind to respond to the horrid noise -- but there was no escaping it. Even those who were numb to the blissful sounds of serenity that echoed throughout the house -- MOTHER'S CRIES; FATHER'S SCREAMING, HIS MANIACAL LAUGHTER -- could still feel the violent tingling of a million needles piercing through their skin -- the chilling pang through their vertebrae that sent their entire body into a short-lived spasm of fear. And for those gifted with the ability to hear, their ears BLED.
It coughed once, twice -- the static jumped. And then through the m i s t of fading consciousness, a voice spoke, distorted and low; it mimicked FATHER. ❝2 -- 0 -- 4 . . . 8 -- 6 -- 3. 2 -- 0 -- 4 . . . 8 -- 6 -- 3.❞ Its tainted numericals writhed with each vomitus spewed from its innards -- deep within its bowels -- before it was tangible -- able to move by its own free will -- and was QUICKLY scampering towards its VICTIM, running on four twisted limbs, all contorted in different directions, joints dislocating. And now it spoke directly into her ear, just as the BELDAM had WHINED; ❝SEVERAL DAYS BEFORE THE MURDERS -- 2 -- 0 -- NEIGHBORS SAY THEY HEARD THE FATHER -- 4 -- 8 -- REPEATING A SEQUENCE OF NUMBERS -- 6 -- 3 -- IN A LOUD VOICE. THEY SAID IT WAS LIKE HE WAS CHANTING SOME STRANGE SPELL.❞
SHE LAUGHED, breathy and taunting, but not in the girl's ear, rather all around her, draped across her shoulders in a thick blanket of FOREBODING WOES -- watching her like ONE MILLION EYES, TWITCHING and JITTERING, rolling around in their sockets through a circle that ever returneth in to the self-same spot followed by a crowd that seize it NOT. Her cranium convulsed; her feet stumbled across the floor, shortening the distance between PREDATOR and PREY with each tantalizing click of her heel. Visible -- present -- a manifestation she is now, her physical body, illuminated by a C R I M S O N hue, emerging into the open, moving closer and closer to the p o o r Kurimu, frozen in pure fear. As SHE neared the BASTARD'S (language!--her husband's) visage behind a wooden frame, she STOPPED. Lips curled, gruesome -- a sickly brownish-green, rotting and chipping -- teeth on display, her chest rose and fell with dramatic emphasis, her laughter subsiding into labored panting. SOMETHING HELD HER BACK -- HERSELF.
Angelic beings w e p t. O, this poor child -- she must be spared! They called upon Mother, a Goddess to all children; and she watched herself (the bag foretold) in morbid fascination -- with a fearful curiosity. How could she do this?--how could she be such a monster? . . . How could that be me? Lisa was mortified.
The static had long died out, now a low murmur of DEATH and DECAY. Cracking and popping, it was beginning to act up once more, though not nearly as l o u d as it once had been. Slowly, cautiously, a feminine tone rang out, its tongue in broken Swedish. ❝Hjälp . . . Näsa . . . Blod . . . Jag är ledsen . . .❞ And from the radio it emitted -- not in her ear nor lethargically fluttering about in the air like butterflies nearing their end. Lisa wanted -- needed -- to talk to the girl -- to at least free her from this particular HELL.
For MOTHER would soon grow A N G R Y once more -- THEY were telling her to MOVE -- SHE was telling KURIMU to RUN -- FLEE, FOR THE BELDAM APPROACHES -- CAN'T YOU HEAR HER SCREAMS?--HER APPROACHING WHINES? THE DOOR -- CAN'T YOU SEE IT?--HEAR IT SLAMMING SHUT ON ITS HINGES, BEGGING YOU TO DRAW NEAR?
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