The Girl From the Gap

Boy meets girl, a demonic child girl that lives in gaps in your house and wants to drag you to hell...

We return from the cinema laughing and joking, the inevitable bravado after a midnight horror screening. I bid my friends goodbye at my door and wave them off down the street, they yell taunts about sleeping with the lights on and checking under my bed.

I live alone, the house was cold and dark but this isn't some Scrooge style manor, so I flick on all the lights and heating, then head to the fridge to grab a drink. As the fridge door swings open the light in the kitchen blows out and I jump out my skin at the bang of the bulb filament breaking. I laugh at my own unease, that movie must have got me more on edge than I thought.

The bulb can wait until morning, I just want a drink and to sit and watch some TV until I fall asleep. I move into the living room and sit down on my long grey sofa, man I love how comfy this sofa is, time to watch some cartoons and forget about demon girls crawling out of the woodwork to rend my flesh…

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I must have fallen asleep, the house is freezing, dark and the TV is off, a power cut perhaps? An incessant dripping sound fills the house, I grab my phone for light and check the taps in the bathroom but they are all off. My torches light does not extend far and it casts flickering shadows which reflect off the bathroom mirror. I start to look into the mirror but the movie flashes into my head and I quickly avert my eyes.

Laughter again, wait did I laugh? I’m sure I heard laughter but it sounded different, childlike. I shake my head to clear the stupid thoughts and head to the fuse box which yield success, the lights come on and my nervousness begins to subside.

I won’t be able to sleep now, so I sit back on the sofa and reach forward to grab the remote. Out the corner of my eye I see my reflection in the black screen, I look down to the remote and back at the TV and start suddenly, in the gap of the cushions behind me is a face.

My heart almost explodes with yet another rush of adrenaline, just my imagination in the night but the face is looking at me, and I’m staring back at her, the sound of giggling laughter echoes through my head.

The lights flicker and go out, cold silence fills the room, the house now as peaceful as the grave.

Author's Note

Written for the Don't Look Under The Bed! Competition

Reviews

[Raj Sahu]

Ah! Scary, scary 😱stuff. Really I should say it is a chilling ghost story. 👻💀
The plot is wonderful. Lovely write.

I wish you read my work of the same title.

She stares
from the hellish dark
beneath the chair
longing to
tear apart
whosoever stare.

Beware!
She's there
looking through
black edge
like a lurid lion
she waits for you.

Don't cast your eye
upon her
O my friend!
Unless you desire
to taste the
hotness of the hellish land.

© 2018 Raj Sahu

[Neil P]

I have done so and thank you very much for your kind words! I didn't realise i'd gone with the same title until I submitted it for the contest but it was fun to write :)

[Raj Sahu]

Indeed a fun! 😋

[¿]

My gosh! Reminds me the film "Horror Story"!!
Radio on without battery and some supernatural stuff happening there...
I often get scared for 2 days after watching any horror stuff...seems like this one will sit on my mind too!!😯
Great horror read!😊

[Neil P]

Thank you! Glad you found it creepy, tbh the sofa in the story is the one I was sat on and even I kept having to resist looking in the tv reflection and I made it up! :-D

[¿]

Wc😊........!