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Revenge |
| Written by Yesenia Rodriguez | |
| Tuesday, 22 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      He should have said no when they had asked him for help. What was he supposed to do anyway, scared the ghosts away? The basketball player, Arnon Luna, and his friends had asked him to go with them to a supposedly haunted house and record the activity that would be taking place in the house for a class project. Why had they asked for his help? It wasn’t as if they were his best buddies; he didn’t really know them that well and they had always ignored him before. He should have said no, but he was new to town and wanted to make friends. He was crazy; father will kill him for having sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night. He should at least have tried to asked permission, but father did not trust football players as they both had had a few problems with them at Jason’s old school. He would probably have said no and Jason would have no chance to make new friends. You didn’t simply say no to a football player. One of the older kids turned to look at him. “Nervous?” Ernie asked with a rather mean smile on his lips. “Of course not” Jason lied quickly. God, he hated being so transparent, it seemed as if everyone could read his thoughts just by looking at his face. He turned away, trying to ignore all the admonishments flashing through his mind. When father found out that he had sneaked out of the house, he would admonish and punish him enough to last two lifetimes. “We are here”, Michael said, grinning. They all got out of the car, Jason lagging a little behind the others. He stared at the enormous house set against the gloomy night, and felt a little more nervous than he had before. The house really looked haunted. It was so huge that it seemed to swallow the night into it, converting it into overwhelming shadows. He wondered if the ghosts’ stories concerning the house were mere invention or if they were really true. He shook his head, fighting a wave of fear. The other three had already started walking toward the house. Ernie turned to look at Jason impatiently. “Hey, are you coming, or are you just going to stand there like a dummy”, Ernie said with an unpleasant smile. Jason started walking toward the house, moving quickly so that Ernie would leave him alone. He had already figured out that Ernie was a sadistic, unpleasant freak. He wanted to stay as far away from him as he could. Not that the other kids were saints, but at least they were human. He didn’t care about having these kids for friends anymore; he was not that desperate, but the only way he could get home was for them to give him a ride, so he was stuck with them. He entered the gloomy house, shivering slightly at the cool air that ran over him. The house was scaring him badly and the only thing he wanted to do right now was run into his father’s punishing arms. At least then he would be safe out of the reach of this haunted-looking house. “Wow”, Arnon said softly, “it does look haunted, doesn’t it?” They set their stuff on the nearest table, piling notebooks and cameras on top of each other. “Now for the good stuff”, Michael said. Ernie turned to look at Jason, his dark eyes hateful and cruel, thought only Jason seemed to realize how entirely non-human Ernie was. “We want you to do something very important for us”, Ernie said, “Upstairs there are some rooms that we want you to investigate, take a camera with you so that you can record whatever you see.” Jason stared at him in mute fear; Ernie looked back at him grinning unpleasantly. “Unless you are scared,” Ernie said before Jason could say anything. “Okay”, Jason said, finding his voice at last, “I will record for you upstairs while you record downstairs.” Jason didn’t dare ask him why they needed him to film upstairs, while all of them would be needed to film downstairs. He took a camera from the table and started walking up the long, surprisingly sturdy stairs. “Good luck”, Michael shouted, “I’m proud of your bravery.” Jason waved lightly and faked a smile as he walked up the stairs. -------------- They watched him until he disappeared from sight. “What an idiot,” Ernie said with obvious contempt. Michael said, barely able to contain his laughter “He actually believes the story about the school project”. Arnon said impatiently “Let’s not waste time down here, and go upstairs to scare the little boy.” They all laugh softly and started walking quietly up the stairs. -------------- Jason walked into the dilapidated room next to the stairs, trying to fight the fear and panic that were playing havoc with his nerves. He wouldn’t be able to sleep for nights after this little episode. He wished he had just stayed home; right now he would be sleeping peacefully in his warm, comfortable bed if it weren’t for his stupidity. He heard a noise behind him and whirled around, but there was nothing there. Still he wasn’t about to take chances, so he moved towards the door. Before he got there he trip on something he couldn’t see and fell to the floor in a heap. As he picked himself up he heard a loud bang as the door close. He ran toward the door as fast as he could; he tried the door handle but the door wouldn’t open. He tried several times before finally giving up. “Hey, you guys” he called out, “I got trapped in a room, the one next to the stairs. Please, can you come help me?” For a moment there was only silence then the bloodcurdling screams started. He cried out in shock, what was happening downstairs? They sounded as if they were being tortured. He felt sick to his stomach and back away from the door. Please let it be a nightmare, he thought, but the screams wouldn’t stop. They kept drilling into his skull and he felt as if he were going insane. “Stop”, he screamed and the sudden silence was even more unnerving. Everything became as still as dead. The silence was somehow worse than the screaming. It brought unpleasant pictures of guts spewed everywhere, and heads rolling across hallways. For the first time, he noticed he was crying quietly, tears running down his cheeks like blood. The fear was too much and he ran toward the door, banging on the door in panic. He suddenly stopped banging on the door, his heart drumming against his ribcage. What if the thing had heard him, and was creeping up the stairs right now, intent on taking out his heart. He waited and heard nothing, only the beating of his heart and the raspy breath that was choking him. There was a banging downstairs, then a noise as if something (or someone) were being dragged across the floor. The noise stop abruptly, and he waited several minutes that stretched into an eternity but heard nothing else. Please, please, someone save me, he thought. He hugged himself against the fear. The house began to creak and he heard noises that in his confused fear became endless masses of monster bent on killing him. The minutes stretched into infinity, and it became harder to breathe. He couldn’t ignore it anymore; he was going to have a major asthma attack. He hadn’t even had a minor attack for the past three days, since they had move to this place. Now it was inevitable, and he had forgotten his inhaler at home. He could still think clearly even through the pain that was eroding his life. He tried to bang on the door again, but didn’t even have the energy to move his finger. Ghosts don’t have to kill me; I am already as good as dead, he thought. Through the haze in his head, he thought he heard voices next to his ear, whispering strange things that made no sense, revealing to him the dark secrets of the blood. The voices cried out for vengeance, uniting so that he could not tell them apart. They wanted revenge against those who hurt and destroy him, them. He accepted the corrupt life and heard the silvery, evil laughter of death. As he lost consciousness, he was consumed by total darkness. He dreamt as he died. The voices turned into a wild cacophony of sounds and the laughter never stopped. --------------- Jake was worried; he had woken in the middle of the night with a strange feeling of terror hanging over him. When he had gone to Jason’s room, he had found that his son was not in bed. That wasn’t the worse thing either. Jason had forgotten his inhaler; it sat on the bedside table like an object of doom. Where could Jason have gone? He was always such a responsible kid. He had to find him before something bad happened to him. An idea had occurred to him, he remembered the football players that had always managed to hurt his son. Luna and his little buddies were probably the reason for Jason’s disappearance; Jason would have realized that he would never let him go out with those kids, especially after all the popular kids had been so cruel to Jason at his old school. He would find those kids and he would make them tell him what they had done to his son. He put on his coat, got into the truck, and drove as fast as was allowed. He didn’t want to be stop by the police; it would only waste precious time that he could use to search for Jason. He got to Luna’s house, opening and slamming the door of his car. He banged on the door, not bothering to ring the doorbell. He wanted to make sure to wake all of them up. The Luna kid opened the door, his eyes staring sleepily at Jake. “Is something wrong, sir?” the kid had the nerve to ask. “I want to know were my son is”, Jake said angrily, his eyes flashing fire. The boy eyes widen, and he stared at Jake wearily. “Why should I know where Jason is?” Arnon asked, trying to sound indignant. “You know where my son is and you are going to tell me”, Jake said furiously as he barged into the house. “What is going on here” a voice called out angrily, “and what are you doing in my house at this ungodly hour of the night.” The voice belonged to a big man, Mr. Luna, who looked strong enough to fight against a bull. Jake was dwarfed by both football player and father, but he did not back down. His son went to school with kids that were all much bigger than him, and yet he never complained. He was a good kid, as close to perfect as they come, and he wasn’t about to see his son get hurt by a bunch of morons. “I want to know where my son, Jason, is” he said fiercely. “I’m sure we cannot possibly know where your son is”, Mr. Luna said firmly. “Maybe not you, but your son knows where Jason is and he is going to tell me right now”, Jake said turning to looked at Arnon, his eyes blazing in his pale face. “I don’t know what you are talking about”, Arnon said defiantly, unable to hide his nervousness. Jake saw the boy ready to give in and so he tried appealing to him. “Please, tell me where he is, he is not safe. I promised I won’t press charges”, Jake pleaded as he took something out of his pocket. Both Luna’s took a few steps backward, suddenly afraid that Jake had a gun. Instead he showed them an inhaler. Arnon felt sick to his stomach as he realized the implications surrounding the inhaler. “He gets asthma attacks sometimes, but he forgot to take his inhaler”, Jake said his tone desperate and pleading. “Oh my God”, Arnon said fearfully, “we left him at the Mason House to scared him; we didn’t know he had asthma. I’m so sorry; I swear we didn’t mean to hurt him.” Jake look at him a moment then turned to ran toward his truck, not wanting to wait for explanations. He had no time to waste, if something happen to his son he would kill those kids. Jason believed in ghosts, and he was probably having an attack right now. As he drove he called an ambulance on his cell phone. As his father stared at him in disbelief, Arnon rush to the phone to call his friends. He called Michael first and waited for what seemed an eternity before he was able to talk to his friend. He told him the story, then hang up to call Ernie, a chore he did not relish. Unlike Michael and Arnon, Ernie was more worried about what would happen to him instead of what may have happened to Jason. Arnon hang up on him; he couldn’t stand Ernie’s selfishness any longer. What was he supposed to do? This was his entire fault. He hoped and prayed that the boy was all right. ----------- Jake arrived at the Mason House, almost crying with relief. He was finally here; he would save his son. He ran toward the house, opening the door easily. He called out his son’s name several times, but received no answer. He should have thought to ask the kid where they had left Jason, now he had to search all the rooms until he found his son. He heard a noise from upstairs, and immediately rushed up the stairs, unheeding of his safety. He entered the first room, the door creaking sluggishly as he opened it. He saw his son’s small body crumpled on the floor and cried out in pain. He rushed to his son’s side, quickly gathering the small, frail body in his arms. He took out the inhaler, pressing it against the cold lips. Nothing happened, the boy was not breathing. He tried again and again, a mindless motion as the tears rolled downed his face. He didn’t stop trying to revive the boy, not even when the paramedics came and took his son away. All the time he kept repeating the same word, “breathe, breathe, breathe”, as if by repeating the word several time the boy would hear him and start breathing. Jake was given a sedative and taken on the ambulance as a patient. ------------- Arnon had thought he would die of the fear that had been with him since a few days ago. Arnon had gone to the Mason House, though he had not really expected his “friends” to be there. He had told the whole story to his father, who had been angry and worried but had driven him to check on Jason anyway. He had gone to see the boy today, and it had been a definite improvement over the way he had looked when he had been taken out of the house. He had been dead already, and the medics didn’t know if they still had a chance to revive him. They had also had to deal with Mr. Werehouse as he had been driven almost mad with grief. The boy was okay now, though there had been many times when everyone had lost hope. He had been three days in a comma and had barely woken up a few hours ago. Arnon had been the only one to come to see him of his friends; Michael was too much of a coward and Ernie didn’t care about anyone but himself. Arnon had gone to the hospital as a sort of punishment for what he had almost done to Jason. It had been horrible, standing over the sleeping boy while Jason’s father cried in relief. He had felt the wave of crushing guilt and responsibility. As he had promised, Mr. Werehouse did not pressed charges; he was just glad that his son was okay. Still, Arnon felt that the Jason’s dad look at him with hatred. After all he had with his stupidity almost killed the person that Mr. Werehouse loved the most. He had felt uncomfortable from the beginning and had stayed for only a few minutes. He would never again play tricks like that on anyone, and he wouldn’t hang out with Ernie anymore. This was a promise that he would keep if only to ease the burden of his guilt. Even though everything had come out all right, Arnon would never forget the wild grief that had been in Mr. Werehouse’s eyes when he had thought his son was dead. He never wanted to see that expression on anyone’s face ever again for the rest of his life. -------------- Jake watch as Jason’s chest rose and fell with his breathing. At last his son was breathing by himself. After three days and nights of waiting, the boy had finally woken from his comma. He hadn’t been able to understand why the boy had been in a comma if he hadn’t been hit in the head. The doctor had explained that the body to protect itself sometimes shut down until it had regained its strength. That was what had happened to Jason. When he had been unable to continue breathing his body had shut down, trying to recuperate itself. But that didn’t matter now that the boy was awake; he had woken early in the morning. Jason had opened his eyes and cried out something unintelligible. He had stayed awake for several minutes and then had gone back to sleep. Jake had been alarmed at first, but the doctor had explained that it was a natural enough process from the victim of a comma. The Luna boy had come in the evening to check up on how Jason was doing. Though he would never love the kid, he admired the boy’s courage in facing his responsibility. As for the others, he had already figured out that one was a coward and the other a selfish, egoistic fiend. He wanted those kids as far away from his son as they could get. He wasn’t going to let them hurt his son ever again. ------------- Jason awoke slowly; he was aware that he had awakened earlier but then had gone back to sleep in a different way from before. He had been dreaming for eternity of many bad things. He had dreamt of weights crushing his chest so that he couldn’t draw breath. He remembers trying to cry out, but not being able to do so because he didn’t have any breath left. There had been more dreams of monsters and blood, but he couldn’t really remember them now. Everything was so hazy and faded, and he felt so very cold. He drew the bedspread, trying to get some warm out of it. He moved his head a little to the side and saw his father sleeping in the armchair next to his bed. Even in sleep, his father looked terribly tire as if he hadn’t slept in days. He watched his father for a long time, his eyes staring fixedly and eerily at the slumbering figure. A strange smile curved his lips and his eyes looked black in his too-pale face. ------------ Jake shifted slightly in the armchair; he had an uncomfortable feeling of being watched. He opened his eyes and saw his son watching him. Those eyes made him feel strangely uncomfortable; they looked too fixed and dazed. “Jason, you are awake”, he said softly so as not to startle his son. The boy did not answer; he didn’t even blink. Jake started feeling nervous: there was something wrong. He had never felt like this when he was with his son. He felt as if he were with a stranger, not the child he had raised and love for fourteen years. He stood up quickly, and Jason moved at last. He spoke, unconsciously mimicking his father, “Daddy, you are awake.” Jake’s strange feeling of dread left as quickly and suddenly as it had come. He moved toward his son, the tears already falling down his face. They hugged long and fiercely and everything was back to normal. Everything was okay. ---------- Jason was glad to be back home; he hadn’t really liked the hospital. It reminded him of the pungent smell of death. He hadn’t been able to eat properly; all the food had tasted like sawdust, but now that he was back home everything would be like it was before. Three days in a comma and two days under observation at the hospital was enough for him. He hadn’t been sleeping well either; he kept having strange dreams of disjointed voices that seemed to be asking something of him, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying. He kept having headaches, and never felt warm anymore. All the heat seemed to have seeped out of him so that he felt as cold as death. He was glad to be out of the hospital. He was sure that it had been trying to rob him of his energy. He felt weak as if he had the flu or something like that, but of course someone that had almost died had to feel at least a little bit drained. He smiled softly, now he felt safer than ever before. Everything was the way it was supposed to be. He would wait for the night voices to come.
-------------- ------------ Jason was cold. That was not surprising; he had not been warm since the day he woke in the hospital. He had not eaten since then either. He had made sure to hide the fact from his father. At first he had said no to all the food that father offered him, but then he had been smart to say yes and throw away the unwanted food when he had the opportunity to do so. He always wore a sweater now, even thought it did nothing to elevate the cold he felt. It didn’t matter as long as it kept father happy and out of his life. Whenever he had an opportunity he watched and followed his football friends. It was fun, especially when they looked around nervously. He was enjoying his life like never before. ----------- Arnon turned to look behind him nervously. He felt as if he was being watched, yet every time he turned around there was no one behind him. The uncomfortable feeling had been with him for a few days now and it was driving him crazy. It was strange but he had felt someone watching him the day when Jason was let out of the hospital. Lately, he had started to think that it was a guilty conscience that was bothering him. He had felt out of place since the day they had play a trick on Jason. The funny thing was that several times he had seen Ernie and Michael turned to look behind them nervously as if afraid someone had sneaked up on them. That had surprised him because Ernie did not really have a conscience but he was acting guilty of a crime. He kept on walking and thinking, every once in a while turning to look behind him. Once he thought he saw someone, a shadow against the darkening sky. He walked faster, in several seconds almost running home. ------------- Jason followed Arnon as quietly as a shadow, watching him intently. He became aware of Arnon’s nervous haste, and smiled darkly. Almost, almost the words chanted in his mind. You will soon pay for what you did to me, but Michael will be first. He hated cowards. You just have to wait your turn. Oh, how long he had waited. Patience, patience little one, the words seemed to echo in his mind again and again. He must wait if he wanted their terror to be sharp and slow. First he would dull their minds from guilt making the terror sharper and sweeter for him later on. He would make them regret the day they tricked and hurt him. He smiled sweetly, the darkness in his eyes blacker than ever before. He must wait, but how he hated being patient. It wasn’t in his nature. He almost laughed at that. ----------- Jake was worried about his son. Though he pretended not to know how much Jason had changed, his instinct as a father screamed at him in warning. There had always been a sweetness about the boy that could not be denied. When the boy smiled there was still the same sweetness, yet now it was darker, somehow sharper. He felt as if he were living with a stranger who was somehow different from all other people. He was afraid of his son. He had never thought that he could be afraid of the person he loved the most, but it had happened. The boy’s eyes look more black than blue nowadays. What was he supposed to do when he didn’t know what was wrong? ------------ Jason smiled gently, almost happily. Today was the day of his revenge; it had come at last! The bus rumble on its way to the International Museum, carrying its young passengers to boredom. How very excited he was! He had a surprise for everyone; he was the only one that knew that their boredom would turn into fun in just a few minutes. He turned to look at Michael, still smiling that sharp, glittering smile. Michael turned away quickly; he wasn’t sure why Jason made him feel so uncomfortable. Ever since Jason had returned from the hospital he had acted strangely, Michael could not put his finger on what was so strange about him; he just knew that Jason scared him. He felt some one standing next to his seat, watching him, and looked up. It was Jason. He felt his heart start beating faster with fear, but tried not to show it. “May I sit with you”, Jason asked softly, almost shyly. Michael thought of saying no, and then saw that other students were watching him. He nodded, unable to say anything. Jason sat next to him, while Michael tried to imagine himself somewhere else. Jason turned to look at him, “Michael, I know we started badly, but I would really appreciate if we could forget what happened before. I’m sure we would all be better off forgetting everything bad that has happened. Deal”, he said smiling softly. He held his hand out, waiting patiently. Michael took the small, cool hand and felt foolish for his earlier fear. Jason was like any other kid, only more forgiving. Jason let go of Michael’s hand to point out the window. “Look”, he said softly, staring out the window with a rapt expression on his face. Michael turned to see what was so interesting, but could see nothing odd. He started to turn back to Jason, but the boy’s soft voice stopped him. “No, lean out the window so you can see more clearly. It’s wonderful”. The eagerness and excitement in Jason’s voice hypnotized him. He started to lean out the window, his mind telling him faintly that something was wrong, but he ignored it. Jason was pointing at an upcoming tree and Michael leaned farther so he could look at it more clearly. He was almost hanging out the window and the tree was getting closer, when his mind woke up. He didn’t have time to scream, only to see that he was going to die. The tree smacked against his head, tearing tendons and bones. There was a snapping sound as his head rolled on the pavement. The children started screaming, some of them staring out in shock. The driver slammed on the brakes, stopping the car a few feet away from the corpse-less head. Jason stared expressionlessly out the window. Now that his fun was over he felt nothing. Well, I have other opportunities to have fun, he thought as he smiled. ----------- Detective Monroe stared at the horror before him. Each day there seemed to be worst things happening. How was he supposed to tell the boy’s parents that their little one had died such a gruesome dead? What horror. He shook his head, trying to calm himself down. He had talked to some of the kids, he had not wanted to but that was his job. Nobody had seen or heard anything. They did not know why Michael had put his head out the window. They had said that maybe Jason knew, since he had been seated next to Michael. Some of the children had started crying, others looked in shock. He was afraid of questioning the boy, Jason. Well, he had better go. If he didn’t speak to the boy, someone else would and they would probably make a mess of it. He walked towards the bus driver, who looked pale and sick. “Do you know where I can find Jason?” the detective asked in his soft voice. The man turned to point at the child seated on one of the benches by himself. Monroe nodded his thanks and started walking towards the lonely boy.Jason watched the detective walked towards him. He smiled softly to himself. The detective didn’t see the smile. If he had, he would have known that true evil existed. Monroe finally reached the child. “Jason”, he said gently. The boy looked up at him, and for a moment he thought that Jason was smiling. He knew he was wrong when he saw the tears falling down the too-white face. “It was my fault”, the boy said softly, wretchedly. “Why do you think that?”, Monroe asked gently, studying the boy. “I told him to look out the window”, the boy said, “but I didn’t know he was going to die.” His words caught in a sudden, quiet sob. The detective talked for a few more minutes with the boy, assuring him that it wasn’t his fault. The boy had stopped crying a while ago, but he still looked scared. Monroe stayed with the boy until he saw the boy’s father arrived. He recognized the boy in the man. They were both small and slender, with the same white skin, light hair, and bright blue eyes. For a moment he saw something sharp, disconcerting in Jason’s eyes. The boy was staring at his father with that strange, glittering expression. So swiftly that Monroe thought he must have been seeing things, the boy was walking toward his father with a tearful expression. Monroe shook his head; this job was getting to him. Now he was imagining that a harmless little boy was really evil incarnate. -------------- Jake hugged his son fiercely. For a moment he felt a resistance, a strange evil seeping from his son and then it was gone. Only he wasn’t sure that he had imagined it. Something had been wrong with his son since the day of the accident. Yet he couldn’t believe that the innocent face had anything to do with the terrible incident that had taken place. He noticed the man standing at their sides. “Excuse me, Mr. Werehouse. I’m Detective Monroe. Could I speak to you for a moment?” “Yes.” Jake said, his voice was rather hoarse as if he had a slight cold. He let go of his son and place him gently on the bench. Monroe and Jake walk off a few steps. Monroe advised Jake to look after the boy carefully. “The boy has had quite a nasty shock”, he said “I think it would be good for him not to come to school for a few days”. Jake stared at him for a moment, a feeling of relief going through him. He realized that he had expected the man to tell him that Jason had had something to do with the poor boy’s death. He suddenly understood how very stressed and tired the last few days had made him. ----------- Detective Monroe had the feeling he had missed something important, something he should have noticed or asked. Something to do with that innocent-looking boy. He decided to go to Michael's funeral and see if he could replace the nagging, uneasy feeling that he had made a mistake and might pay dearly for it. --------------- The funeral was a solemn affair, everybody knew the gruesome way in which Michael had died. The same way they knew that his father was drunk. His red eyes were from tears, but the unsteady way he stood, his massive body moving in time with the priest's droning words attested to hours of hard drinking. Jason and Jake sat on the back; Monroe had chosen to sit next to them. As the people in the front filed out, Michael's father noticed Jason. He came at Jason, a thundering bear of a man. "This was your revenge, wasn't it? You were responsible; you took my son away from me". He moved threateningly at Jason. The Father stopped him, pulled him away as he murmured soothing words of comfort. Monroe was the only one who watched the boy and saw something that disturbed him. No longer was his face the sweet innocent mask it had been a few days ago when he had first met him. His eyes had darkened, lost their expression, and his full lips were curved into a smile that mocked the man and his suffering. He must have felt Monroe’s eyes on him, for he turned to looked at him and this time there was no disguising the empty mirth in those too-dark eyes. The boy turned away from him, murmured something to his father and they both walked out of the church. ------------ It was ready; the last chess piece had fallen into place. Very soon he would have his revenge. His smile was no longer sweet and innocent; he was ready to destroy the lives of those who had dared to hurt him. Jason was ready o go back to the place that had killed him. ---------- Ernie wondered why that stupid little boy had invited him to come to this place. He would have thought that he was just too chicken to return to the place he had almost died at. Oh well, he grinned, I don’t mind teaching him another lesson if he was too stupid to get the first one. He looked around the place; the kid hadn’t shown up yet. He decided to climb into the upper rooms. Maybe he would give the stupid kid a little scare. Something to get his heart going, the asthma kicking. He laughed unpleasantly. --------- Arnon was scared for some reason. He didn’t want to go to that house, yet he felt he owe Jason for the stupid thing he had done in the past. He had a bad feeling, but then he had been feeling that way for quite a while now. Even before Michael had died. Indeed, ever since Jason almost died. He felt terrible, as if something horrible was coming towards him. “Dad, I’m going out. I will be back in a bit.”, he called out, not waiting for an answer as he walked out that door. --------- Detective Monroe had a bad feeling about this. He had decided to follow Jason, but he felt vulnerable. He felt sure that the boy was responsible for the other child’s death. He could not sleep; it weighed so heavily on his mind. He couldn’t erase the memory of Jason’s satisfied smile as the drunken father confronted him. He knew something was wrong with that kid and the motivation for the murder was revenge. Once he had figured out that the boy was responsible, he had check for possible motives and had found that the boy had been nearly killed by three teenagers. Michael was one of those teenagers and he was dead. He feared for the safety of the remaining two. And so, with a heavy heart he followed the boy to the abandoned house in which he had almost died. ------------ Ernie was in the room. As soon as he had walked in, the door had closed behind him. He had punched at it, kicked at it, and had finally resorted to clawing and screaming at it, all to no avail. He was sure this was the new kid’s revenge. “When I get out of here I’m going to freaking kill you.” he shouted through the door. The door started to shift and he stood back, waiting, sure that it would be Jason, full of apologies and fear. Something came in. It wasn’t Jason; didn’t even remotely look like him. This thing had claws and fangs, wickedly gleaming, with what looked like blood all around his mouth. He took several steps backwards, framing a shaky smile, wanting to think it was some kind sick joke. “Cut it out,”, he said, “I’m not scared of you.” But the thing did not cared and it kept advancing towards him and oh god, more of those things were coming in, ready for a feast. Their claws, their fangs, as if they had been dipped in blood, bathe in it. He screamed, no longer caring, no longer believing it a joke. They did not smile or flinch or turn away. They just kept advancing, emotionless, expressionless, uncaring. He tried backing further away, but there was no more room, no where to run or hide. The things grabbed him and he could feel as they tear his flesh off his bones, as they devoured piece by piece. It’s incredible how much pain one can endure before death catches up. ----------- “Um, hello?” Arnon called uncertainly, looking around the house. He saw a backpack lying on a corner. At first he thought it had been left there long ago, because it was covered in dust and cobwebs. When he got closer to it, he recognized it as Ernie’s backpack. He took several steps towards the door, but it opened before he could reach it. Jason was sanding, a cruel smile on his lips. “Do you understand?”, he asked, “You are the last one. The other two are dead. When you die my revenge will be complete.” Arnon backed away, shaking his head, disbelieving, yet knowing it was true. He saw the detective come up from behind Jason and pt the gun against his head.“Both of them? Poor children; it seems I was too late.” The detective murmured in a soft voice. “But I can save this boy. I won’t let you get away with another murder.” “Kill me then, go ahead. This is not my body; I cared for it not at all. When you shoot this body, you will kill the boy it belonged to. That sweet, innocent soul that I devoured.” the thing in Jason’s body laugh sweetly and darkly. “I was right. You are a dark soul that was locked in this place and released that fateful day in which these 4 kids came into the house.” Monroe said. “Yes. I used this boy’s will to live to attach myself to his soul. He lives inside of me, barely conscious, but he will feel the end of his life. You will be responsible for this child’s death. Kill me then.” Jason moved away, still laughing, his eyes glowing with malice and hatred, no longer looking entirely human. Arnon moved to stayed behind Monroe, looking scared, but confused. “Something took possession of Jason as he was dying. This thing came back with him when he returned from the dead. It’s been playing at revenge and killed both Michael and Ernie.” Monroe explained. “Ernie is dead?” Arnon whispered. Monroe nodded without taking his eyes off Jason. The boy smiled darkly, confident that Monroe would not shoot. “I think most of the phenomenon happens in an upstairs room, which explains why there is not much account of it. I will come later and bless it.” Monroe stated calmly. “What makes you think you will live past the net few minutes?” Jason snarled. “This.” Monroe said and shot him. Arnonl gasped, “But won’t the real Jason die too.” he asked. “Not if we hurry.” Monroe answered. Over the next few minutes they arranged a ceremony to rid the evil spirit away from the boy’s body. “How do you know this stuff?” Arnon asked. “I was a priest once.”, Monroe said shortly then started reciting the incantation. --------- He was on fire; they were removing him from the boy’s soul. His pain was immense. He tried to fight back, but he couldn’t even move. The boy was dying; soon they would both be gone. He screamed in rage, trying to fight, claw his way out, but he was dying. ---------- He was so cold, freezing. He knew he was dying, but he could do nothing. Once again he would die and he would be alone. He wept bitterly but he thought death was better than the hell he had been living in, watching as his body committed atrocious acts that he was unable to stop. It was so much better this way. He smiled as everything darkened around him. Two weeks later….“You are finally going home. Aren’t you happy.”, Arnon asked with a smile. “Yes. I’m glad. This horror is finally over.”, Jason said, he too smiled as he thought how wonderful I would be to go home again. He had his new friend and Monroe to thank for this second chance. I have friends and I’m happy, never again will I be miserable by my own choice again, he thought. Jake smiled as he saw the happiness he saw in his son’s eyes. He was saddened that he couldn't thank Monroe, but he was nowhere to be found. Finally, they were all free of that nightmare. …………….. Newvensport Daily Boulder House burn down- kills 1 At 10:00 p.m. Sunday night, a terrible fire destroyed the Boulder house, which had been abandoned since 1983. A few locals believe that it was a good ending to the place, which they feel has been cursed with bad luck. There was one confirmed fatality. Ernie Mitchells was inside at the time. His family and friends are unable to explain what he was doing there that night. It is believed he started the fire, though it’s not conclusive. This gruesome house was the site of 12 murders some years ago. Lucy Shulls, 25, our own mayor’s daughter, was killed by Frank Asor, 45, newcomer to our town. Lucy’s fiancé, Monroe, 34, killed Asor over 20 years ago. Asor had killed 11 other victims and had buried them in a secret room located in an upstairs room. Monroe, who was hailed as town hero, died of a shot that had been fired at him a few minutes before he managed to kill Asor. Though we mourned the loss of this young man, many believe that this hell house is finally at peace. Copyright 2008 Yesenia Rodriguez |
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