Anarchy Knight
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The Life of Rue O'Day (Ch. 4)
My mother was frozen in the corner of the room like a statue. Acheros was weeping about how he didn't mean it. I held Violence close to my chest. The creature walked towards me, but then my mother gasped. Its head tilted to the side once again, sharp, ragged, and torn ears perking up like a dog's. It turned and walked towards my mother like a predator. I placed Violence down on the ground, and grabbed the fallen shard of glass. I was breathing heavily, so afraid and helpless. My mother was face to face with the creature. It put up long, skinny, sharp fingers, and then rapidly proceeded to wrap them around her throat.
By Anarchy Knight5 years ago in Horror
The Life of Rue O'Day
The car stopped at a huge house surrounded by forests. My mother, Violence, and I got out of the car, and followed the thin path up to the house. On the door was a big knocker, which was carved in the shape of a weeping angel. The door itself was intricate and beautiful, with intertwining swirls and patterns. In truth, it reminded me of a church or cathedral. Everything seemed to be judging me, its peering eyes peeking into my soul. I didn't want anyone to see into there. I grabbed onto the back of my mother's dress. She brushed off my hands, and ushered me away.
By Anarchy Knight5 years ago in Horror
The Life of Rue O'Day
There's a strange thing about hiding underneath the blankets. There's a sense of safety, even when there is none. We feel safe, because we believe we are unseen, even if we aren't. There's a sense of safety in being invisible. Then there is companionship. We feel safe in numbers even though we should feel more like cattle being led to the slaughter. I hold on to Violence tight to my chest underneath the blankets, and feel that false safety and think, are we ever safe? Another thing that tricks you into feeling safe is silence. That long terrifying silence that feels like the ending of a storm to find that it has truly begun. Silence was in that hospital room even over the thumping of my heart and my heavy breathing there was silence. Yet then there's the heat. The heat of another being that makes companionship, but I didn't have that. I had fire.
By Anarchy Knight5 years ago in Horror