"Reaper"A Story by Cody Williams Joel always has been fascinated with the idea of death...now he might experience it. “Reaper” By Cody Williams
Joel
looked around in the dark basement trying to find his way out. In the center of
the basement floor was a lone wooden chair sitting under a wooden desk and a
small black desk lamp that was shining on it. Joel had short wavy black hair
and a black beard covering his face. On his eyes were large glasses with black
frames. He was about forty-five years old and quite thin. Joel worked as a high
school English teacher at Jeff Campbell High School. Joel slowly walked
over to the desk to investigate. The splintery desk was bare except for the
puddle of blood and the sewing needle and thread that was laying on the edge of
it. “What
the hell?” Joel said as he reached down picking up the sewing needle that was
soaked with blood. That’s when she appeared on the other side of the desk. It
was as if she came out of thin air. She was a young woman with a dark tan and
long brown hair. She was really thin. It looked as if she even lost five pounds
she would drop dead from hunger. The woman was starved. Joel wasn’t afraid to
bet money on the fact that if you lifted up her shirt you could see her ribs peaking
through her skin. She sat down in the chair that was on the other side of the
desk but kept her face in the darkness. But
there was something different about her. She sat up in the chair with the light
reveling her face. Joel leaped back and gasped at what he saw. Her two eyelids
were sown shut and was wearing a wicked smirk. She began to laugh hysterically.
The young girl stood up from her chair and slowly began to walk towards Joel. “Reaper’s
gonna get you!” The woman said singing a tune as she continued to laugh.
“Reaper’s gonna get you!” She sung again this time reaching out for him. The
woman grabbed him by the shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “The
Reaper is here! And he’s coming for you! You are next! The reaper’s gonna get
you!” The woman whispered. She backed away from him and then grabbed him by the
throat lifting him off of the basement floor. Blood began to flow out where her
eyelids were once pierced by the needle. “No!
No! No!” Joel shouted out in terror as he awoke in his bed. He let out a big
sigh of relief and began to wipe the sweat off of his face. He chuckled for a
moment. “I guess it was just a dream” He said released. He looked over to the
knight stand and what he saw was enough to send chills up his spine. It was the
small black thread tied to a needle lying in a puddle of blood. He threw the
blankets off of him and reached over turning on the lamp that was on the nightstand.
Joel turned his body around and placed his bare feet on the wooden floor. He
reached over to the nightstand picking up his black-framed glasses and put them
on his face. Joel
reached over and picked up the thread getting blood all over his hands. As the
sound of lightening crashed outside he stood up from his bed and darted into
the bathroom. He reached over flipping the light switch up. The light turned on
and threw the needle and thread into the wastebasket that was sitting beside the
toilet. Joel then turned on the water and began to pump soap into his hands. He
rubbed his hands together quickly and washed the blood off. When the blood was
washed from his hands, he bent over slightly and began to splash water on his
face. He turned of the faucet and reached over grabbing the hand towel from the
towel rack. Joel dried his hands off and face and then rose back up looking
into the mirror. In
the top right hand corner of the mirror was a small black cloak looking figure
and in the left hand corner was the woman who sewed her eyelids together. Joel
quickly turned around only to see nothing behind him. He turned back to the
mirror and the two images he once saw were gone as well. He began to hear the
splashing of water in the bathtub. Knowing that he emptied the tub before going
to bed, he slowly began to walk towards it. He could feel his heart beat
through out his entire body as it began to beat faster. He reached his trembling
hand up to the curtain and began to pull it aside. There was nothing in the
bathtub. He sighed again and turned his back to it. There a woman stood behind
him. The
woman was slider and wasn’t wearing any clothes. There were two distinct cuts
on her wrists. She slowly walked over to him grabbed him by the shoulders. She
leaned in close to him whispering in his ear. “Reaper’s
gonna get you! He’s waiting for you in the basement! Come to the other side
Joel! It’s beautiful over here!” The woman said to him. Joel leaped back
falling into the tub that was now filled with water. He began to spasm until he
finally lifted his head out of the water. The woman was now gone and the tub
was dry. He stood up and walked out of the bathroom back into his bedroom. He
looked around for a moment and then walked over to his bedside and opened up
the top drawer of the nightstand. He reached into it pulling out a large metal
red flashlight. Joel closed the drawer and stood to his feet. He walked out of
the bedroom and down the hallway into the kitchen. A
flash of lightening struck across the room revealing two young twin girls
holding hands in the corner of the room. Joel turned on the flashlight and
shined it into the corner where he saw the two dead girls. Nothing was there. “You’re
just imagining this s**t! There’s nothing there! There never was. Now, if I can
just go down to the basement and prove to myself that nobody’s down there, I
can finally rest.” Joel said to himself. She slowly walked to the basement door
and opened it. The basement was dark and had a strange musky type smell to it.
He slowly began to walk down the stairs. With each step he took he could hear
the wooden steps creek and howl out. He closed his eyes and continued to walk
down the stairs hoping that he would find nothing. Once
he reached the basement floor he noticed that the only light that was on down
there was the one in the center that was hanging over the splintery wooden desk
just like in his dream. Only this there was no puddle of blood. There was no
woman with her eyelids sown together. This time sitting in the chair was the
dark figure that he saw in the corner of the mirror. Joel couldn’t see the face
of the dark figure. The dark figure’s back was turned to Joel and he was
wearing a long black cloak. “Joel!
I’ve been expecting you!” The figure said as he raised his left arm revealing
his pale boney hand. He raised his index finger and motioned for Joel to come
towards him. Joel slowly began to walk towards the dark man. “Who
are you?” Joel asked the dark figure. He began to laugh. “Isn’t
if obvious? These things you have been seeing are not hallucinations. They are
all real! And they were all sent to warn you of my coming.” The dark figure
told him. Joel thought for a moment. “Reaper?”
Joel asked. The dark figure nodded. “What do you want with me?” Joel asked the
reaper. ‘It’s
your time to go Joel! You know that! You’ve been asking for it!” The Reaper
told him. Joel stopped and looked at him for a moment. “What
do you mean? How have I been asking for it?” Joel asked the Reaper. The reaper
stood from the chair and turned to face Joel. His face was as pale as a plain
white sheet of paper and he had no meat on his face. It looked like he was just
a bag of bones made from human skin. “Don’t
think I know you Joel! I know what think about. When you are drowning your
sorrows in the whiskey I hear every cry, I hear every sick and twisted thought
that ever enters your mind from your suicidal thought to your sick and twisted
families. And by the way, the handcuffs is nasty thought.” The Reaper told him.
Joel gulped and stood in silence for a moment. “No!
You can’t hold me accountable for that! I mean I was under the damn influence!”
Joel argued to the Reaper. The Reaper shook his head and smiled. “They’re
still your thoughts and your desires Joel!” The Reaper said to him. “No!
You can’t make me go!” Joel shouted as he turned his back towards the reaper
and started for the stairs. Blocking the stairs was the woman with her eyelids
sown together. She smiled at him and began walking towards him. Joel began to
back away from her as saw more and more people appear from the darkness. “You
think you have a choice in this? You are no different than any of these people!
You belong with us!” The Reaper shouted. The spirits began to circle around him
and move inward. “Reaper’s
got you! Reaper’s got you!” The phantoms chanted in unison as they all began to
reach out to Joel. Copyright 2014 by Cody Williams Courtesy of TRUE TERROR PUBLICATIONS A division of TTP Entertainment
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Cody WilliamsElizabethton, TNAboutI am in my second year at Carson-Newman University in Jefferson City, Tennessee were I major in instrumental music education and minor in English. My passions include playing the trombone/euphonium an.. more..Writing
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