Toxicant

Toxicant

A Story by Mister Rat
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- knocknocknocknock- Sleeplessnes has been fresh with you four days straight. You know it's bothering you so much because now, in your mind, you're certain the torture is delierate.

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You've been staying at a house you've rented for four days so far -where you /swear/; every time you put your head down on your pillow theres a sound coming from downstairs.

It's an abrupt knock that goes thunk!thunk!thunk!thunk! real fast and sharp; then stops for the rest of the night. You feel like whatever is knocking knows that you can hear it-- that's probably why it quiets after just four knocks each night. The other day you were downstairs to change the laundry but, you heard nothing..It's like whatever's in the basement is purposely making you lose sleep and making you bug out; giving you the sinking feeling that if you don't go down there one night; it'll go on for as long as you live.

The fourth night, you cant stand the damn noise -as short a time it lasts-. ..The noise is so f*****g smug, it thinks it owns you! -God, you're going nuts, and it's what it wants- F**k, if it wants you to go down there so badly; it'll have to have its way cause you're already treading downstairs with bloodshot eyes and unsteady steps.
Just your luck when your heel slips across the edge of one of the carpeted steps and you tumble the rest of the way down on your a*s.
When you lift back up to your feet, your back is to the kitchen light; shining faintly from the top of the staircase. Not aiding your sight well enough to allow you to see into the back of the basement.

"What do you WANT!??" you exclaim into the darkness
"You…" A tone so barely audible, yet sharp and angry rasps out from beneath the cement somewhere farther back.
"Remember, you said.. You hated me.." The voice fades off into the air
You're breathing heavily, unable to answer or even move at all.
"Why did you do this to me, mom.."
"I'm not your mother!!" Your scream at the top of your lungs.
 
A ghostly figure forms right before your eyes, holding out its arms and appearing to have streams of blood flowing calmly from the corners of its lips; big drops of crimson pattering on the floor prior to the steady flow.
"Don't LIE!" The angry phantom swoops towards you, clutching onto your throat with an amazingly strong force and squeezing so hard that within a moment you were choking for air.
"You POISON!" The phantoms voice was mocking and high pitched as it held you still and pried your mouth open, hooking its fingers around both sets of teeth.You couldn't respond even if you wanted to before dark liquid pours from the creatures mouth, red glimmers in the faded light from upstairs as most of it makes its way down your throat and excess trickles down from your lips.
The efforts to sputter are futile and you swallow it down with a horrified grimace.
Before you know it, everything is spinning and the ghost is suddenly nowhere to be seen.
You didn't even notice that you'd just dropped to the ground on your own 
now you're clutching your stomach and sweating excessively; the feeling of acid burning through your intestines is more overwhelming than anything you've ever experienced.
It's all too much- you can do nothing as you're shoved into a casket dug up from the cement.
You can see his face, your eyes bulging with horror as he grins sickly; while shutting you inside your burial.

© 2015 Mister Rat


Author's Note

Mister Rat
"His mother was r--ed and had him, but she was hoping for at least a girl because she was a narcissist who wanted someone to be just like her -she hated him his whole life and always tried to leave him behind at places.
One day on his 16th bday, she seemed nicer than usual and fed him birthday cake she'd prepared while he'd been out with his friends.

Before he knew it, his insides were burning and he was choking up blood- poisoned.
She dragged him through the kitchen to the staircase; then kicked him down it as he was dying. Shoving him into a casket she'd prepared before he'd gotten to her house; she then
paves cement over it, and buries him alive. His Birthday gift was a his grave".

I think I'm gonna just redo this entirely when I get back into the swing of things again.

Lemme know what you think! I wanna know if you notice any errors and etc!

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Added on March 24, 2015
Last Updated on March 24, 2015
Tags: scary, horror, blood, ghost, poison

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Mister Rat
Mister Rat

Racine, WI



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I'm a pretty miscellaneous writer in all honesty. Just puttin' it out there! But if I had to say what genres I tend to edge towards I'd have to mention: Fiction, Poetry, and Fantasy. I love to make.. more..

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