Walking Into The Light

I was hypnotized by the flashing colorful screen that painted the room brightly casting large black intimidating shadows to erupt from the furniture.  The soft murmur of the television pierced the chilling silence as I curled up on the old, destroyed sofa nestling my head in a comfortable pillow.
The door to my house was forcefully thrown open and the lights abruptly switched on as my mother lumbered in feebly collapsing beneath bags of heavy shopping.
'Katie, guess what I got for you?' She entered the lounge with a smile widely displayed across her face.
'What?' I glanced up eagerly my eyes alight.
She fumbled through her bags off shopping then produced a movie and a large crate of beer.
'Girls night in?' She asked me cheekily an expression of happiness flickered across her face.
I laughed quietly to myself then replied 'Sure, you’re awesome Mum.'
I approached her and gathered her into a casual hug excited to finally spend some time with her. She had been absorbed in her work lately and that was difficult for me as our relationship together was like two best friends.
'Okay, I'll just grab some dinner for you. Do you mind beans on toast I want to do something quick.'
'That's fine' I replied preparing to set up the movie.
I edged towards the screen when suddenly the screen flickered off and the picture was engulfed into the blackness. I froze this small insignificant change disturbed me.
I scanned the room desperately trying to locate the source of the problem when the television spurted to life again displaying a cheerful cheesy scene form a random cheap movie.
'Mum . . ' I called in the direction of the kitchen.
'Did the power just turn off?' I asked hesitantly.
'No why. . .'
'It's the T.V'
'Oh that piece of s**t. . hey excuse me Hun I'm just going to pop outside to have a f*g.'
'Okay . . '
No of course the power didn't turn off the lights were still on. I thought to myself.
I carefully advanced towards the DVD player attempting to slide in the disk.
When slowly the lights started to quiver and flutter until the room drowned into the darkness.
The television also assisted in swallowing the room into the eerie blackness that now stained the room as it switched off again.
I violently shuddered as I felt like something was wrong.
Like something was there.
Like something was watching me.
My heart beat began to rapidly increase as I swiftly shifted my gaze around the room waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dark.
'Hehe.'
I heard a childish giggle echo around the room and I realized I recognized the laugh.
It was mine.
The television was playing cruel games with my minds as the screen began to play what appeared to be a family video.

It portrayed an image of my older sister and I as young children giggling as we playfully stumbled through a bright playground. The sky was a baby blue blanket speckled with tiny clouds a light breeze carefully caressing the trees causing their branches to dance gracefully as they swayed. The atmosphere was cheerful and my young face was glowing with happiness as I was at that age when I was naive and unaware of the dangers that tarnished the world.

The feeling that was trapped in my mind returned as I felt as if something was wrong. Then I realized.

No one was filming us that day.

The images that were displayed were like someone’s memories.

 As if someone was watching us that day.

The scenes started to change rapidly swiftly passing through the stages off my life. Random events such as walking to school, eating or with friends were amongst this mysterious and frightful slide show.

Panic consumed me as my mind became manipulated by the thoughts of fear and death. I wanted to scream I wanted to run, but my body was immobile as I was petrified my body completely numb. My eyes began to sting as small salty tears gently rolled down my hot face as I discovered I couldn’t close my eyes. I sat shivering my body rippling with violent shudders my breathing intensified and my heart threatening to burst out of my chest.

‘Mu-u-um’ I stammered my voice stunned me as it sounded like a inaudible croak.

‘He-e-e-lp.’

I was about to emit a blood curdling scream my voice begging to be heard, my mind begging to be saved when . .

It stopped.

The television resumed its normal state the room ringing with a painful silence. I gradually curled myself into a ball recovering as the feeling of death released its tight grasp on me. I sighed in relief discovering comfort in the dark.  A few minutes past and I waited patiently in for my Mum to return.

I thought it was all over  . .

Suddenly a deafening demonic roar shock the house as it echoed through the hallways causing glassware to smash into pieces on the floor.

My scream pierced the air as I clawed the floor hysterically.

‘F**K OFF!’ I screamed attempting to appear brave.

The television turned on for what I hoped was the last time exposing a picture of my lounge.

It was hardly visible as the room was dark lightly light by the glow of the T.V.

I saw a feeble looking person shivering on the floor staring at the television.

No it can’t be.

No

NO

NO!

It was me this was happening now! The angle of the shot made it obvious that whoever was watching me ws behind me standing at the door.

The picture grew larger as I realized whoever it was coming closer.

Now the picture only showed my head as I felt deep heavy warm breathing on my neck. A low growl escaped from the lips of the thing towering behind me. The breathing lingered brushing  my hair as I sat frozen waiting for the moment my neck would be snapped. Then it stopped as the television flickered off.

. .  .

WHOOOOOSH

A large object raced past me in a blur narrowly missing my head and crashing into the glass table sending shards of glass to spray across the room slicing my skin.

WHAT WAS THAT?

I dragged myself towards the object that was brutally thrown across the room.

It was a body. .

I nudged the still corpse so it rolled on its back. The eyes had been clawed out leaving empty sockets that were spilling blood which almost made the face unrecognizable.

But I would always be able to tell who this was.

My Mum lay dead in my hands her body ripped clawed and ruined.

I sobbed hysterically burying my head in my mother’s chest. Who would do this? No, what would do this?

‘AAAAAAAAAAH!’

 BAM!!

I was powerfully thrown into the air by an invisible attacker slamming the ceiling causing tiles to collapse. I felt strong claw like hands grab my hands and feet. The demon began to rip me slowly and painfully torturing me to until my heart would beat for the last time. My screaming continued as I thrashed about still not determined to give up and watch myself slowly be torn.

‘Katie.’ A soft angelic voice whispered in my ear.

‘Stop, join me.’

‘Mum?’ I uttered into the darkness.

The demon grunted a reply as it clawed of my fingers still firmly holding my wrists.

‘Yes Katie stop fighting it will be fine this life you will enter is better than before.’

My Mothers slightly transparent beautiful young face appeared before me all her imperfections removed.

‘Yes.’ I managed to reply and used my last strength to reach out for her hand.

A strong feeling overpowered me. An amazing feeling that I had never experienced before. I felt  calm, peaceful and healthy. My inner energy burning releasing a intense light to explode from my body.

So this is what dying felt like . .

I forced myself to grab my mother’s hand which began to softly glow that soon increased in brightness until it blinded my vision.

Wow . .

I really was walking into the light.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I have saw two people fade away to death and was with them when they breath their last breath. They had a good death. Drugs made their last moment painless and OK. A very powerful story. The story of light make death seem like a good journey when it come. I like the flow and the ending of your story. A excellent story. Thank you.
Coyote

[trainwreck]

This was a great story! I love the mystery in the attacker and this entire write.

[Quinn Blackburn]

Wonderful storytelling! Yeah, considering her choices, I woulda taken that walk too. :o) well done!

[iamkim]

Oh gosh.... Hanna, this is great! I love the flow of the story. Made me stop for a while and took a deep breathe. You have played with your words nice and fine. The message you are trying to reach out to your readers was very well said.

Excellent story Hanna!