Shell

I am nothing anymore. Just a shell, a vessel for another being. I feel him inside me, his energy flows through my veins like acid, the burning will never stop. My heart yearns for what he wants, I can feel my mind slipping away as he takes control. My anger is starting to become uncontrollable, I am starting to act on rage. I don't know what to do anymore, the priests say there is no help. There is a dream I keep having, one that scares me, one that makes me avoid sleeping. I am in a dark field, there is a black dog sitting away from me, staring with his gold eyes. He sits there, does not move, just sits there and stares into me. I can feel his gaze pierce through me, then I see the figure, looming over the dog. Just standing there, a shadow of nothing, but I can feel his energy. His evil. That is when I wake up, sweating profusely, my bed is always soaked from it.

 

 I found a scar I have never had before, it is the shape of a Goat's head. I found it to be a little cliche, but it is serious nonetheless. Last night a strange noise woke me out of a deep slumber. It was a bang from the kitchen downstairs, slowly I crawled out of the bed, my feet touching the soft carpet gave me no comfort. I made my way through the dark reaches of the house until I found myself standing on the bottom floor. It was still. The house gave no sound, no movement of any kind, so quiet you couldn't hear the silence. BAM. I felt as though I had cracked a rib from tensing so bad, the loud noise came from nothing. I moved so slow, a step a minute, all the way to the kitchen. Walking through that darkness, that utter blackness. I felt my feet hit the cool tile, I did not want to scan the room, but I had no choice. My eyes peered through the darkness before them, there! A figure, a shadow. I stood there in complete fear before this presence. It did not move, it didn't have eyes, but I could feel it staring back at me.

 

I took a step back and that's when it flew to my face. It was right in front of me, I could feel him as he stared at me, only inches from my face. The warm trickle down my leg let me know I wasn't dead yet.

 

"You must accept this, Adam's son. Do not fight him, let him take you." It didn't have a mouth to speak from, but I still heard his words. I shook my head, then I felt myself lifted into the air and thrown across the room. In a flash, all the lights, TV, anything that could be turned on came on. I closed my eyes quickly from the brightness, slowly opening them, the figure was there in the room. Standing there, he had the dog with him.

Author's Note

My attempt at something paranormal, it isn't finished so don't be shocked about the ending. I threw this together in about 15 minutes lol.

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

DAMN I like this!!!! I hope you finish it. Reads like a movie. You can easily continue it where you ended it. (wait did that make sense??haha!) I've seen plenty of shadows in my lifetime, so this story made sense to me. I hope to read more of it.