A creepy boat

It was a cold, winters night. The birds chirped as the wind howled, the night sky still graced the world with its presence. My footsteps echoed through the silent, dead morning. Harsh, cold blades of wind stabbed into my skin and clothes with each forceful push, causing my blood to rise, painting my face red.

My fingers, numb and shaky but I continued my journey, the bubble of excitement growing larger and larger - ready to burst.

The venture towards my destination was long, the continuous sight of dull trees caving into me was never ending, as if I was in a loop though I knew I was close as the smell of murky water started to fill my nose. A grin stretched across my facial features as my pace sped up, the frozen leaves hadn't stood a chance and was crushed under my feet.

I saw an opening, my grin growing wider and wider until I was through it. There it stood, in all its glory. Rust and moss covered it like a blanket and with every blunt push and shove of the icy wind made the metal moan and groan in protest. Dead trees and twigs hug closely to it, making it shine even more. The original home of it, the lake, laid peacefully behind it, making it the perfect background. The broken, shattered windows add to its eery atmosphere which makes my heart beat rapidly...

I got closer to the gorgeous boat, my grin as wide as the universe, I reached out my hand, greediness and childish temptation taking control only for my muscles to painfully tense and freeze when a high-pitched giggle erupted from... Inside the boat? I quickly retracted my hand and stepped away, walking around the metal object to see if I could spot someone, I couldn't.

"Uhm... Hello...?" My voice sounded out nervously, it's five in the morning what is a person doing here? Well, I guess they could ask me the same thing. I approached the stranded boat once again, this time my mission was to find out who was there than explore.

Scratchy rust itched at my fingers as I gripped the side of the boat, using a strong fallen branch to push myself up. The rust felt disgusting but what was more disgusting was the faint but putrid smell that lingered in the air. I pushed myself up onto the front deck, surprised the rotting wood was holding my weight.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I tried again; my voice more confident this time yet all that followed was a deathly silence. A heavy feeling flooded into my chest as I began to uncontrollable sweat, I was itching to leave but I had this... Urge? Need? To find out who this was.

I took a hesitant step forward, heavy saliva building up into my mouth, trying to drown me. Every step I took was fat and blunt as if invisible claws were trying to drag me down to the underworld. Slowing my pace I let my eyes wander, I was at the very end of the front deck yet bellow onto the main floor was absolutely horrendous: broken planks littered across the floor with sharp, murderous, decaying nails that poked out of them along with small and large broken shards of glass laying peacefully in scattered places.

I hopped down, the sound of glass being satisfyingly crunched and destroyed under my shoes was like music to my ears. I was as careful as a mouse that was hiding from a devilish cat, calculating my every step to make sure I wouldn't harm myself.

The back of the boat was as disgusting as the front, children's toys were scattered everywhere, some broken others not. The once faint smell was stronger than before, making a vile taste of vomit rest at the back of my tongue. I pinched my nose as hard as wrestlers fighting in the ring, I had an uncontrollable desire to hold my breath as well, but I couldn't. Tears brim at my eyes. There is something wrong here. This smell isn't normal. I wanted to run but I couldn't I had already fallen into this things trap.

A deafening scream abruptly sounded from the hull, making me freeze like a deer in headlights.

Goosebumps raised on my skin while the hairs on my arms and legs stood proudly. My breathing quickened into uneven puffs of cloudy air. My eyes were wide and alert, as were my ears. My body was trembling yet was also tense. Sweat started to cover my body, freezing me to the core. My eyes must've looked like pitch-black holes with how much I was trying to see every little detail of every little thing. My heart felt rapid as if it trying to break out of my chest and run free.

My eyes zeroed-in on something, a dense sense of anxiety arose from the bottom of my soul as I stared at the transparent being. I couldn't exactly see it, it was misty... I could see through it, but walls don't usually look like they're dancing... Do they?

Precipitously, a deafening scream exploded from the furry mist, making my ears pop. I felt lightheaded, my ears rang painfully as they filled with... Blood. My blurry vison cleared as my body swayed, an urgent feeling of sick halting in my chest, making a revolting taste of vomit dance across my tastebuds.

There, in front of me, was a blurry figure, long, ebony hair elegantly swayed, dark clothing practically burned into its figure as something frantically moved around its face... Was it an eye? But eyes can't scurry around like that.

The... Spider eye continued to wriggle around the being's body until it finally settled in the empty eye socket with a nauseating slushing noise..

In an instant the phantoms eye snapped to me, making my knees weak. A dull thud echoed through the haunting boat followed by a short noise of pain; a throbbing ache erupted from my backside, yet I paid no mind to it as this... Thing continued to watch me - observing me.

I heard it before I sae it, the sound of ripping started before the creatures sewed mouth started to stretch and rip open, blood gushed out of its now growing mouth slit.

" This isn't real... This isn't real..." I mumble continuously, only stopping when the ghoul screamed at me again. It seemed my body was at its' breaking point as I feel a warm puddle of urine pool from underneath me, tears rained from my eyes as I stared at this horrifying thing.

A static mumble came from the monster, making more of the thick, crimson liquid pour from its deformed mouth. I was surprised I could hear, given that the painful ringing in my ears was still lingering.

"....S.....op.....St....gg...ing..."

The very few words I could make out made no sense. I didn't understand. Who would? Who would understand anything that's happening right now? Am I crazy? I'm crazy. I'm crazy. I'm crazy. I'm cra-

" Sto...p...Str..."

The words trailed off, the voice was a mix of a child's and static, it scared me, why can it talk? The figure stayed where it was, just mumbling an inaudible mess of letters. There was silence for a moment, and only a moment before the ghost yelled, this time I could understand it, the words made my blood freeze.

" STOP STRUGGLING."

Something clicked and suddenly, my body gave me back control and I sprinted away from it, the wraiths voice sounded satanic, as if the devil was impersonating itself as a young girl.

The derelict began to shake, as if it was punishing me for running, I fought to keep my balance but just as I was about to make it out of the captains' area my foot went through a weak piece of rotten wood, the foal stench from earlier hit me like a boat, I heaved, the smell burning my nose and forcing vomit to reside in my throat.

After a minute or so I realised the static mumbling had stopped, I twisted my aching body to see the devil-girl staring at me, its face blank - empty as if its gone back to studying me.

Eventually, the ghost moved, panic jabbed at me as I tried to break my foot free, yet it was like something had a hold of it, preventing me from escaping. I face the spirit only to feel a short stabbing pain in the middle of my temple followed by an unbearable burning sensation.

The last thing I saw was the phantoms blank face with its' finger dug deep inside my temple before everything went black...

The next time I awoke was in the sky, unable to move. All I could do is watch. I'm scared... Is this a dream..?

Before I could think of anything to answer my question a happy, childlike giggle danced through the air followed by a young girl with inky, long hair that bounced along with every skip the young girl took. Behind the small joy of sunshine was a man, he had the same coal-like hair as the child, his steps were in a slow rhythm, yet he somehow kept up with the energetic girl.

The world blurred for a moment before a scenery of a rusty boat with a moss blanket with the same shattered windows and sharp twigs and thorns resting from the outside of it.

What is this? What tricks is the ghost playing on me?

Barely five minutes later the minor and the adult came out of the gloomy trees, the child wore a bright smile on her face as she ran up to the boat.

"Secret hide out! Secret hide out! " The young lady squealed in excitement before a rough, tired voice responded, "Yes, yes... Remember to keep your voice down, Alya."

So her name is Alya...

"Ok!" The girl, Alya, responded as the man, that I'm assuming is her father, helped her onto the boat.

My body, soul? Followed Alya through the boat as if I was her guardian angel. Little Alya just jumped around and explored the little captains place, her supposedly father followed slowly behind once he pulled himself up onto the boat, his breaths were ragged and rough as he followed his daughter , looming over her as Alya pretended to steer the boat.

The man looked at Alya, his gaze dark but laced with guilt, his hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly for a few minutes before they latched onto the poor girls neck. Alya made a gasping noise followed by a gurgling sound of panicked pleases and helps, her eyes watered in panic as she thrashed her body around.

"STOP STRUGGLING." The monster of a man yelled as Alya scratched and struggled.

Her 'father' looked insane as he grabbed a broken glass shard and stabbed it into Alya's eye, her body tensed for a moment before falling limp and still, thick, dense, blood pooled from her eye as he ripped it out with the shard, the man's hand sliced as he threw it away. The killers' eyes were crazed and wide as he stared at his now dead daughter, his hands were trembling as he lets go of her body, it hitting the rotting, damp wood with a dull thud - the murderer stared at his dead victim, silent and still.

This whole thing was like a twisted nightmare, I wanted to throw up, run, scream, anything! Yet all I could do was watch, watch this twisted man stare at the body of his daughter who he just murdered.

A lifetime later he finally moved, his clothes ruffled together as he crouched down and pulled something out of his pocket, a needle and thread. Slowly, he threaded the sewing needle through the deceased girls' lips, ignoring the little pin-drops of blood that leaked out with each poke of the needle.

Once his artwork was done the lifeless victim had now had her bloody mouth sewn shut.

He kept going. This time he moved to her last attached eye.

He poked and prodded at her eye with his fingers, as if he was testing it's limits until...

YANK.

He yanked it out. I'm going to be sick. The killer rolled the lifeless, brown eye in his hand, playing with its' optic nerve - twirling and pulling at it with his bloodied hand before he freezes.

He's noticed something...

It was a little, innocent spider trying to hide away from his insane gaze; yet the poor critter stood no chance as a bloody, rough hand crushed it into the floor, killing the little arachnid instantly. The maniac picked up the now perished spider, staring at it, but only for a moment before he stuffed it into the empty eye socket, fresh blood leaked from the eye, clinging onto both his fingers and the lifeless spider as it was forced into the deceased girl to rest.

The deranged man gently closed in the passed arachnid by sealing the freshly detached eyeball back into its socket.

Vomit swirled around in my mouth as I stared, horrified. When will this end? Why did he do that? Is this just some sick game? Or is it real? How could he? Why?

Suddenly, my world bussed and blurred, and I found myself back into reality, my head throbbed with a killing migraine as my body laid limply on the cold, rotten wood.

I groan softly as I lifted my tender body into a sitting position, gently nursing my pounding head with one dirty hand, hesitantly I looked up, my eyes squinting slightly as they shakily rested on the still wraith. Indifference washed into me as I stared at her blank face - I felt bad for her, no one should die in such a horrendous way, yet I couldn't help but fear her. I mean, who could? I don't know what she wants, she seems to want me to stay and all she's really done was pop my ear drums and stab me in the head...

I can't believe I feel sorry for a ghost AND trying to justify its actions!

Slowly, I stood up. Eyeing the phantom wearily as I took a hesitant step back. The ghoul remained with the same blank expression so I took that as a sign, I could leave.

Stupidly, I turned on my heals and bolted it out of the hull. Alya didn't like that.

Instantly the boat started to aggressively shake making me fall. A sharp pain erupted from my knee making a loud, painful cry escape my dry and flaky lips, looking down I realise I had landed on one of the rusted nails, the sight of being impaled by a nail made me dry heave, tears flowing freely down my stinging eyes once again.

My body jolted, making me cry out more, as the feeling of something grabbing my ankles, I look down, my head fuzzy. It was Ayla?

" I... Thought you was letting me go? Why? Let me go! Please...!" My begs and pleases were fallen on deaf ears as she slowly started to drag me back to the hull, making the nail drag through me, agonizingly slowly.

My screams of pain were muted as I fell unconscious, my body finally had enough of the suffering it had been put through. The last thing I saw was the rotting wood closing into me as I bled out. Turning my head to the side I saw Alya's half rotten corpse facing mr, maggots feasting and thriving as they wiggled in and out of her body.

There I laid, scared, in pain, and bleeding as I took my final croaky and weak breath...