Mr. Gabriel {Psychological Horror}

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Chapter 2 "It's Done"

Five hours have passed but it only seems like minutes to me. You don’t see me as you wake up and look around the room. So cautiously you rise from the bed, so scared you are; you’re questioning where you are and why you’re here. There’s something next to the bed on the table that makes you jump with a gasp; graphic images of deliciously dismembered bodies spread out. They look like women. Yes Addison, those are my women. Precious, aren’t they?

Stop searching; you won’t find me as long as I’m covering myself with the shadows of the room.

Now you’re reflecting; the last thing you remember was seeing your boyfriend coming out of the shower and you were in bed. Now you’re here. Who did this to me?—You anxiously repeat in your mind. They haven’t hurt me yet–Why? Why am I not dead? These questions... I’m mentally laughing at this.

You glance over at the bathroom. The door is open... you don’t hear anyone in there. Maybe it’s safe? Should you take your chances? Go ahead darling...

Rubbing your face, you finish getting out of bed and it’s so pathetically hilarious how you’re practically tiptoeing there.

You’re terrified to look in the mirror; maybe whoever brought you here really did do something to you and you’re too overwhelmed by fear you have yet to realize it.

But you do look in the mirror.

And everything is ok.

Gingerly, you turn the water on and let it pour into your shaking hands. Are you seriously unsure about washing your face?

You pause, eyes welling and rising to your reflection again. Now you’re trying to convince yourself this couldn’t be right. You would’ve remembered something more than your boyfriend getting out of the shower. This feels so real but it could be the worst lucid dream you’ve ever had.

With that thought, you whisper to yourself; “No, you are sane. Everything that’s happening... is a dream.” You wish.

You say, “I will wake up and Jeffery will be there next to me in bed.” Come on–—that bastard was tricking you, he was using you. You should have seen that but you didn’t—and still don’t.
Growing tired of your frantic speculative thoughts, I approach the doorway, folding my arms. You sense me and goosebumps begin to spread over every inch of your body. You look in my direction and jump to seeing a shadowy silhouette standing perfectly still. “Addison, come in here. I have something to show you.” I whisper in your head and slowly back into the bedroom, influencing you to walk out of the bathroom. And unconsciously, you follow.

Your eyes widen. You see me sitting in a chair by a window smoking a cigarette.

“Honestly... I grew tired of hiding in the shadows.” I say. You’re frozen. “Relax darling...”
“What does that mean?” You quietly ask. I grin and wave a finger slowly, “We won’t discuss that right now.” Your body tenses more. “Why am I here and who are you? What are those pictures over there?!”
“Oh...” I chuckle, “Well, you see I keep those to remind myself of people I once knew. I enjoyed them quite a bit. Now, there is something I think I owe you... You don’t remember it now but, I said everyone has an ulterior motive... Your boyfriend;” I puff smoke out and then shake my head, “He didn’t really love you. He had big plans.” I slowly stand, putting the cigarette out in the ashtray on the windowsill.
You back up to the door, look to your right and snatch a pair of keys from a table, “STAY AWAY FROM ME!” Ah haha, how amusing! I blow smoke as I begin to laugh, “Would you do it?” You’re starting to quiver. Please, please show some control Addison! Stop shaking!—You think to yourself. Oh I wish you would!

Before you blink, I’m in front of you, raising my hand. You notice the keys are in it. “What are you...!” You nearly shout. I drop the keys and lower my hand to my side again. As my eyes trail down from your face to your neck, you notice my teeth. “Sharp...!” you gasp. “Ah!” I put a finger on your lips, “Hush now and pay attention.” You watch my face as I tell you, “Look over there... at that bird on the wall... isn’t it pretty Addison?” Nervously, you look over at the shadow of a crow flying slow and gracefully, and become confused. Why is it there? There isn’t a crow in here.

“The mind is an interesting thing, isn’t it? Do you really believe there is a crow on the wall? Or perhaps... maybe... your boyfriend?” You see the shadow change. Your heart leaps into your throat, all your senses now on edge.

“You don’t need to know who I am or what I am. Your boyfriend is still alive... it was all... an illusion...” Your mouth opens, a small sound soon leaving you as you feel my teeth prick your soft neck. I hold you tight, drinking from you with deep, dark passion as you stare wide-eyed at the shadows of you and I embracing each other like long lost lovers. “An illusion...” you almost mouth. Everything you saw, down to the moment it ended when I approached you, flashes in your mind. You’re getting back memories you didn’t know you had. Such a beautiful moment. I let you see what really happened; “HOLY SHIT!” He said when he saw me. He snatched a chair, shouting, “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! Addy, get out of here!” I let out a powerful roar and waved my arms out, the darkness that swirled around me blasted out and filled all areas of the room, except where you sat.

While all you heard and saw was a man being torn to shreds, he actually stood in place. I grabbed his wrist firmly and told him, “Would you risk your life for her and try to fight me?” He looked from his hand to my face many times. “What are you going to do?” He winced at my tightening grip and tried not to cry out in pain. I gradually grinned, “I enjoy watching you suffer.” His breathing quickened. “What have I done to deserve this?!” he whimpered. I looked down at his wrist, “You would kill her for the expensive jewelry you’ve given her over time. It just,” I shrugged in a matter-of-fact way, “came to you one day; looking at it all... its worth. My oh my...” My eyes flick back up to his, “See Jeffery? That’s what you will do.” He was instantly shocked. “Oh god!” he tried to pull my hand away from his wrist, “Please let me go! You-” he squeezed his eyes shut, “Fuck, you can have her–Just let me live damn it! You’re not human!” I smirked halfway, “Yes yes, coward.” He gasped again as I suddenly snatched his head, cut his neck with a fingernail and sucked his blood fast and mercilessly. He screamed and struggled, blood splattered on me. I licked around the cut and pushed him away. He tripped over himself, breathing heavily. I waved my hand toward a corner, “Stand there until I say otherwise.” He looked at my eyes again; in that moment, he lost all memory of you, the wound began to heal... and he mindlessly walked over to the corner with a blank expression.

I glanced down at my arm as I walked toward you. The shadows fell and everything was normal again. I let you see something different though, just to play with your mind. You thought he was dead, ripped to pieces on the floor. What a thrill it was to watch you look up at me in such fear. You didn’t know where to go or what to do. Then I made you forget, just so we could have a morning like this. Let’s see, should I let you keep this memory? Hmm...


“An illusion...” you murmur, “it wasn’t... real...” You gasp again at the feel of my teeth sinking deeper into your flesh. Slowly, your eyes roll back in your head and I catch you before you fall. I smile against your skin and then back away to look at the blood on your neck. “Addison...” I chuckle, wiping it off with two fingers. When you wake, you will not remember anything about him. It’s just you and me now, my kitten. As it’s meant to be. You and me.

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