Simple Times

This is a short horror story i wrote when i couldn't rest. its the only draft i have so i might have plot holes.

  "It started simple enough. a remote would be on the couch instead of the table... or the radio in the kitchen would turn on by itself. But then something changed, things began to get more violent, more forceful. I began to get touched and poked, so did the kids." The mother sat in a old leather love seat, clutching a colorful throw blanket; home made by the look of it. She looked so frightened sitting there, eyes bugged out, cheeks caving in, ringing her hands roughly in her lap. 

"Thats...Thats when it attacked my youngest. She was playing with her toys in her room, when all of a sudden her door slammed shut so hard his left a splint in the wood. I heard her scream, she screamed so loud... I .. I never heard a scream like that before. It was piercing, and desperate. By the time I got across the hallway from my own room I was sure someone was in the room with her. I pounded against the door, I tried everything to move it but it wouldn't budge. Her screaming was unbearable, she sounded in pain, and i could feel it.. i could feel the weight of what ever was behind the door with her. It felt like i was being choked by the air. I felt so helpless, and then suddenly she stopped screaming and the door unlocked itself." she pauses as she recalls this, shuddering away from the memory like it was acid. 

"I found my daughter in the middle of her room, her toys and bed sheets and other belongings were scattered all over the room. I think i even saw a shoe stuck in between the curtain hanger and the wall." the mother waves her hands up as she says this, emphasizing her point with shaky arms. "My baby's clothes were ripped and her tiny little body was covered in scratches and bruises all the way up her back and neck..." she hides her face in her hands, no doubt showering them with silent, frustrated tears. She looks up and says "Look for yourself... come here baby, let mommy show the doctors here what happened." 

The little girl no older then 7, sulks forward, away from the toy car she was rolling around with. Her deep blue eyes were dark with stress and fear, and were decorated with deep bags thats aged her face greatly. She slowly lifts up her shirt to reveal fading bruises along her rib cage, and rolls up her sleeves to show deep purple bruises that look like very large fingerprints. Just when things couldn't possible get any worse her mother pulls down her pants to reveal something horrific. On the little girls hip under medical tape and gauze is a deep, irritated, bloody bite mark. It was there clear as day and she looked away while the doctors examined her wound. You can tell she was scared, so was her mother... so were they. They haven't seen anything like this before. 

The main doctor pushed his glasses up and covered the little girl with a blanket. "Thank you child, you can go now" 

"its okay, mommy's gonna talk to the doctors now, why don't you go in the kitchen and a cookie, there sugar, your favorite" the mother plants a kiss on the little girls head and turns to look at the doctors.

"Okay," the doctor said "heres what we are going to do.."