Possessed

Tyler lays in his side, eyes fixed on his bedroom door. The room is both silent and dark. His father is passed out on the chair in the living room, his mother in bed getting the rest she’s been needing for a few days now. No one would wake to anything. An intruder could break in and no one would notice except Tyler. Tyler could scream from his room and no one would come to his rescue no matter how blood curdling or loud it was. His bed lays across from the bedroom door. A single window on his right across the room. The closet he keeps closed is to the left of the door. He lays awake thinking about the board, about the past two days, about the ambulance. Is Jake okay? What happened to him? He moves his eyes away from the door and scans the room. From the toy car in the middle of the floor to the window. His eyes move from the window to the clothes in his closet. Tyler quickly sits up. Did I open my closet door? He always keeps it closed because he feels safer that way. He never forgets to close it. Tyler throws his blanket to the side and slides out of bed. His heart beating quicker than usual. he doesn’t hesitate for a second. The moment he gets within reach of the closet he slams the door shut. “Fire” “we are on our way” the fire truck on the floor next to him begins driving forward, towards the bed. It’s lights filling the room with an eerie red. It drives to the bed and stops before going under. As if the battery was dying it speaks again but in a slower deeper voice. “Fire…. We are here” it flies under the bed. Something yanked it under. Tyler stares into the dark void under his bed. Waiting for the lights from the truck to reveal what creature was waiting for him under the bed. Tyler slowly walks towards the door careful of his foot placement and distance he stands from the bed. He couldn’t see but could definitely feel something watching him. He inches closer and closer to the door. The silence deafening. ThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThump. His hands full with sweat. His body going cold. To scared to cry, to scream, to look away. So focused on the void he doesn’t feel himself shaking. “Tyler. I need your help” Tyler pauses. Mom? “Your dad is going to beat us” “come hide with me” the voice coming from the darkness under his bed. Could that be his mom? How would she have gotten under there without him noticing? But how could Tyler hear her voice? “It’s okay Tyler, just give him what he wants” Tyler stands within reach of the bedroom door.

“W - What does who want?” Tyler asks hesitantly. a long arm pokes out from the bottom of the bed, it’s hand planting itself onto the floor, it’s long nails digging into the carpet. Another long arm pokes out. Slowly the creature pulls intself out from under the bed. It’s head has no hair, nothing but pure black eyes with red pupils. It’s skin gray and full of long scratches as if someone took a knife and ran it up and down its entire body countless times. It’s arms at least 3 feet long. It’s body skinny showing all its bones. Once it fully leaves the dark void under the bed it’s stands tall, tall enough to jump and smack its head on the ceiling. It’s legs longer than it’s arms. Its uncanny face sends Tyler’s heart to the floor. It looks human but something looks way off. Maybe it’s the crooked smile, maybe it’s the eyes. Maybe it’s the sound it makes while breathing. Tyler doesn’t take his eyes off of the pure nightmare fuel standing infront of him. Tyler reaches his hand backwards to find the doorknob. The creature places a hand on the ceiling, then another. Then both its legs pull up to the ceiling. Tyler yanks the door. It’s locked. Tyler quickly looks away to focus on the door lock. All he has to do it flip the lock on the door. Thump thump thump, not his heart beat but the creature behind him walking across the ceiling. Tyler unlocks the door. He twists the knob. He pulls. It opens. A few inches is all the door moves. It stops quickly. He yanks again. Nothing. He looks up. Blocking the door is the creatures hand. It’s eyes staring as if looking into Tyler’s soul. Drool from its mouth drops onto Tyler’s hair. Filled with terror and adrenaline. He does all he can do. RUN. It’s other hand reaching for Tyler as he books it for the closet. A nail catches the collar on Tyler’s shirt. The shirt rips. RUN. Closet door. Open. Don’t look back. IN. Close. Latch… the door doesn’t close fully. Whats in the way? Fucking close! Tyler doesn’t try to investigate the cause of the doors resistance. Hide! Behind the clothes. RUN. Other side. QUIET. Weapon? The closet door screeches open. “Tyler, be a good boy and come out” still his mothers voice. He sits at the back corner of the closet. His clothes being his shield. Is this even real? Am I having a nightmare? His mothers voice fills the room again but this time it’s quieter, a deeper voice unlike any tone his mother could possibly do. “There you are” I’m found. His body moves quickly. Out of the closet. Yanked by his foot. Tyler on his back looks straight up at the ceiling. It’s head turned 180 degrees to look at Tyler. It’s back turned to him yet he can still see its face. It’s sinister smile. It’s mouth opened. Before he can react he sees greenish black chunky liquid pour out of its mouth. The Vomit splatters into his mouth. Into his eyes. Covering him in vile disgusting puke. The vomit makes its way down his throat. His eyes shut. A couple seconds pass. It stops. Eyes open. Gone.