RelativeA Story by Novel Minded_75This work is based upon the short film, "No Escape", created by a fellow Writer's Cafe member, 3X3MPLER I tried submitting it on his page for the contest, but found I have to add it here first.11 July 2017
Relative Voices. An infinite cacophony of voices.
Unrelenting. Crushing. Damning. And the darkness, blasphemous. Until piercing
light shattered it into a chorus of revelation. The young man, despite the
obvious disorientation, bolted from the prone position he found himself in. He
took a quick assessment of his surroundings and realized that he was still in
the forest, yet somehow, it had been transformed. Whether through his own
perception, or something sinister, he could not discern. The trees appeared to have altered their shape,
appearing more twisted and demonic; their dark limbs overlapping one another. He
noticed that even the roots themselves, had found a path to the surface and had
become an instrument of imprisoning this hapless soul. “Hello? Is there someone there?” he called out in
the silence. He did not expect an answer, as he recalled having
seen no other living soul in the surrounding vicinity. But, there was the
mystery of the voices he had heard just before succumbing to unconsciousness.
Where were the owners of those voices? And, if his memory was honest, had they
not belonged to children? But what children would be alone here? Where were the
parents of those children? It seemed a great enigma to him. He felt his strength return and began anew his trek
through the ominous woods, ever vigilant; hoping for any sign that might
present itself, thus proving that he had indeed heard the voice of children and
not only imagined them. Continuing down the path through the forest, he was
not certain, yet he had the distinct premonition that he could make out the
telltale proclamation of someone following close behind. He decided that he
would not allow any potential pursuer to get close enough to render any bodily
harm to his person, and so he abruptly turned to face the culprit, and
puzzlement followed in his wake. There was no one, nothing that would even hint
that he was being followed. And suddenly, a harmony of giggling could be heard.
Then just as swiftly, utter silence. Earlier, he recalled the sounds of nature around
him, but now, it seemed as if nature itself was absent from this place.
Although, the sun was sinking behind the distant hills, there was an unnatural pall
that had befallen this place. A chill ran down his spine and the hairs on the
back of his neck prickled, alerting him that he was in some dire peril that he
could not yet determine. And then, he remembered screaming before blackness had
claimed him. He did a quick inspection of his arms, legs, chest, and face, and
even reached around to feel his back, yet oddly, there was no indication that
he had been molested in any way. Still, he was at a loss as to what had taken
place, but remained ever adamant to exit this foreboding locale. He called out again, and then one more time with the
same result, save for the giggling. No giggling children were present and he
surmised that his mind and the solitude of this place had allowed his psyche to
enact tricks upon his sanity. He continued down the path and warily took in his
surroundings; praying not to detect anything out of the ordinary. He walked for
another uneventful ten minutes, and sighed with relief as he saw a clearing up
ahead, knowing that this was in fact the golden road to salvation. Feeling
confident, he began sprinting toward the exit where he knew his vehicle was
parked. He almost could not believe it when he was enveloped by the rapturous
sunshine flowing from the heavens above. It enveloped him, overcame him. Tears
flowed freely down his cheeks, such was the goodness and purity of the warmth
with which he had been blessed, and earnestly he submitted to its loving
embrace. He stood there for what seemed like an eternity, denying it nothing. And
then, he opened his eyes. Before him, his vehicle shimmered with an ethereal
luminescence, and it was this revelation that suddenly stole all of his
euphoria away. He remembered the sun setting behind him not so long ago. Yet
there was light here. The beleaguered young man turned cautiously and surveyed
the utter darkness of the forested area behind him. In his earnest to exit the
eerie wood, it had never occurred to him that the area in which he now stood,
could never have naturally produced such luminosity. He was suddenly very
afraid. He reached into his pockets and felt his keys. They
did nothing to alleviate his sense of dread. He walked over to the driver’s
side of his vehicle and unlocked the door, and got inside. The car roared to
life and the sound was orgasmic. He turned on the headlights, put it into
drive, and peeled away from the peculiar region; never once looking back. He
had made it, and laughed despite himself, yet here he was, free, and that was
something to celebrate! He turned on the radio and waited for the station to
stream his favorite tunes. There was only static. Disappointed, he switched off
the absent broadcast, and gave the road before him his undivided attention. His mind was troubled however, and he could not
shake the verity that something strange had undeniably befallen him in those
portentous woodlands. The loss of consciousness he had experienced could not
simply be elucidated. The conundrum permeated his mind with a myriad of
uncertainties that he found could not be dismissed so easily. If not children,
where had the voices come from? Were they, in fact, even real? He had never
been deemed a religious man amongst his collective circle of friends, yet the concept
of angels miraculously found their way into his imagination. However, if angels
were affiliated with holiness, then why the darkness and fear? He had
experienced something there was no doubt, nevertheless he was adamant that no
angelic entities had been at work this day. He saw the exit ahead that would take him onto the
highway that would eventually lead him to his residence. He breathed a little
easier now, and even more so as he turned into his driveway. He parked the
vehicle on the left side of his dual garage which he shared with his fiancé.
She was still at work and would be gone until later that night he knew. This
was his time to catch up on any episodes of a bevy of ghost stories and horror
documentaries that he had allowed to fall into lethargic procrastination. His girlfriend
held no love for anything paranormal. She had no inclination for such nonsense,
and so he was forced to watch them when she was not around. He shared her
disbelief, but he had to admit to himself, that sometimes the evidence found
was intriguing. Given the peculiarity of today’s events, the
man decided that any such entertainment would have to wait. He called his mother to inform her that he had
arrived home safely, yet all he got was the recording. He left her a message to
come by later, although he had already made plans that he was going to lie down
upstairs for about an hour. He resolved to tell his mother everything that had befallen
him this day when they had the chance to speak later that evening. He left the
doors locked, as he knew that his mother had a key, this having been his
parents’ home before his father had passed away. After his death, his mother
had left it to her only living child because she had lost the heart to live
there for personal reasons. He started up the stairs toward the master bedroom
when he felt a disturbingly familiar chill run down his spine; the hairs on the
back of his neck standing at attention. Closing his eyes, he swallowed hard,
and turned slowly around. He opened his eyes and saw…absolutely nothing.
Confused, the man rubbed his eyes and peered again down the staircase. The
absence of everything greeted him in perfect silence. Now, fear was not the
primary obstacle that he had to overcome, but it was anger. What the hell was
going on?! Why was he the conduit for such strange phenomena today? It was all
an enigma that would have to be dealt with in the morning he concluded as he
continued up the staircase. If he would have turned around at that very moment,
he would have noticed the two figures at the foot of the stairs. He stopped in the hallway next to a room whose door
was latched securely. He said nothing, only placed his right hand upon the
door, and then continued down the hallway into his bedroom. His bed could not have been more welcoming! He
surrendered himself to the blissful oblivion of silk and satin and drifted off
to sweet dreams. Or they would have been, had not something murdered their inception.
He sat upright in his bed, straining to make out anything that should not be there.
And there it was, so very near. He felt the chill of the grave as someone
whispered in his ear. “You cannot escape us.” He screamed in sheer terror and moved to switch on
the lamp on his nightstand, but found that he was quite immobilized by
something unseen. “The others thought they could run and hide, but we
showed them that we were smarter. It was a fun game, but sadly, it has lost its
charm.” “We? The young man asked incredulously, sweat
beading all over his body suddenly. Who are you? What are you doing in my home?
What do you want from me?!” The response was ethereal, belonging to another
world. “We have called the forest home since our eyes last
saw anything. What were you doing in there?” The young man was too terrified to answer, yet
understood that he must. “I am truly sorry. I haven’t been there for many
years now. I went there to pay my respects to those who were once lost there.” “You are not allowed! No one is allowed! Not after
what happened to us!” And then, the young man had perfect clarity. He
pleaded with the voices in the darkness to reveal themselves to him. He would
have fainted from his fear, but somehow his expectations would never have allowed
him to do so. Suddenly, he cried out in pain as two sets of hands grabbed his
arms and shoved him down onto the mattress. It felt as though those hands were
made of both fire and ice. They burned and froze all at once! Suddenly, the intruding personas appeared, but only
in a ghastly transparency, yet still distinguishable to the young man. He could
hardly fathom this unbelievable revelation. These were the two sisters who had
been murdered thirteen years ago! The two ghostly forms of the long deceased sisters
leaned over and just looked at him with eyes that were no longer there. He
decided that they were resolving what to say concerning his recognition of
their true identities. He was suddenly filled with the insight that the place he
had lost consciousness around dusk was the site where they had both been robbed
of their young lives. Would that he had thought of such at that moment, but
alas, such was the way of supernatural incidents. Suddenly, a woman’s voice resonated in the stillness
of the house. “The sins of the father are not the only sins of a
family. We have come to collect our reparations.” The man wanted to call out; to shout out a warning,
but found himself unable to do so, as he felt his heart begin to seize. Both girls turned their heads around to look at him,
never turning at the hips, as their bodies remained facing forward. “We swear that she will not see the dawn. We never did
like mother much anyway.” He tried futilely to call to them one final time
before he departed this life, as they began walking toward the staircase. A
staircase that lead to one last retribution. © 2017 Novel Minded_75
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