We Summoned Something by mysticdragon666, literature
Literature
We Summoned Something
My sister and I have always had a strong love, bordering obsession, for the paranormal. We've always been intrigued by the stories people from around the world had to tell of restless souls, foul energies and the darkness that lingers beside us all. We would spend hours of the night researching through books, web articles and watching videos, never expecting that eventually something would start watching us back. I'm not entirely sure when it started but after watching many videos that spoke of late night rituals , ghostly "games" and reading stories online about demonic activity we started to notice an odd feeling in our house, something unwelcoming. For a while, we shrugged it off as paranoia from one too many scary stories. We believed it was all in our heads. Little did we know, each of us was having our own similar experiences. At night, to unwind and ease my built up anxiety from the long day, I isolate myself in my room, lights off and music loud. I would lay in
I've seen them since I was young. Humanoid creatures with deep, hollowed eye sockets and pale grey skin stretched thinly over sharp edged bones. Most of them appear emotionless while others wear looks of pure agony or hatred.
They used to stand far away, eerily staring at me. Watching my every move, silent and still. Lately, they've been coming closer. I noticed it slowly at first. Creatures that would stand across the street or in the yard would appear in doorways and alleys that I'd walk by. It's been getting worse. Everytime I turn around, I see one. Sometimes it feels as though I'm surrounded, as if they have formed a cir
I was born perfect.
I was short with bright eyes and a wide smile. I was kindhearted with a mind that told me everyone was the same. I could smile as I looked at myself in the mirror and loved who I was.
Then they told me my hair was too long, so I cut it. Then they told me my hair was too wavy, so I straightened it. Then they told me my skin was too pale, so I burned it.
They hated the color of my hair, so I dyed it. They hated my face, so I covered it in makeup. They hated my clothes, so I changed them. They hated my thoughts, so I stopped speaking them.
I could hear them moo and snort as I walked
Music turned almost completely down. Television shut off. The silence is deafening. My fingers brush over the dark blue fabric of the chair. I can feel its eyes on me. If I concentrate enough, I can somehow hear it standing there. I close my eyes, waiting for it to do something –anything. I know it wants to. Does it want to turn off the stereo like it did last night? Maybe make the hall light flicker like the night before that? Or does it want to move the things on my dresser? Maybe it wants to put my game controller on the chair once again. After all, that is what drew my attention to its presence to begin with. I open my eyes.
Many people imagine what the end is like. Peaceful. A warm, welcoming light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. Heaven; a field of emerald green grass and a glowing sun in the clear blue sky. Their loved ones awaiting them as soon as they cross over. Tears of joy. Laughter. It’s a nice incentive for a fate that awaits us all.
Maybe they’re wrong.
The end is cold and dark. Hollow. Lifeless. You sit or lie in the nothingness. You should be afraid but you’re not. You should be sad or confused but you’re not. You feel nothing. Left alone with only memories of a short or long life lived. Or maybe you've forgotten it all
My halo is broken.
My wings are torn.
My mind is clouded like a brewing storm.
I cry but no one sees.
Nobody hears my screams.
My world is darker than the night that I love.
Cinders and soot rain down from above.
What have I done so wicked to deserve this?
I taste the darkness -I savor it.
No longer will I cling to this pain.
I am through with this game.
I am reborn.
No more will I bow to the tormentors I adored.
I fall to the fire and drown out their pleas.
I fell from grace. This is now me.
You look into my eyes but you do not fear me as you should.
You think you are better -that you are good.
I see right through you.
Lies and betrayal.
Hypocrisy and denial.
Lust and greed.
Red is still the color you bleed.
It had been a long, tiring day at work. I was more than relieved to be home. I stripped from my heavy jacket. I unbuckled the constraining belt around my waist and let the skirt slide off. I pulled out the bobby pins holding my auburn hair against my head, letting it fall to my shoulders. I walked passed my bedroom door, glancing in for a moment and meeting a pair of iridescent eyes staring out at me from beneath my bed. I smiled and entered the bathroom. I washed off and changed into a loose fitting night shirt. Then I calmly returned to my bedroom. I fell into my bed, sighing. I had never felt so welcomed by my bed before. My hand hung