Incubus

Jade Cecilia frankford grew up in Port Hope Ontario with her mother, Elisabeth Frankford. She resided in her families inherited 1920’s Victorian home on the corner Dunn and Maple Street. Her family was largely dispersed through the country and never really kept in touch. The families’ decedents consisted mainly of women who never married nor had many children. Jades father stuck around for the first few years of her life and then decided that there were bigger and better things out in the world for him, she hasn’t heard or talked to him since.

Jade attended an all grade school called Scrivens Christian academy which was ten blocks from her home. She was in her final graduating year and planned to take a year off after graduation to figure out what exactly she wanted to do with her life. She would be the first Frankford to attend college and re-write the historical steps of her ancestors.

Jades mother Elisabeth had always taught her to keep an open mind about life and would always say: There is some things in life that are unexplained, some things in life require faith and luck. Whatever that meant was beyond jade, but she took her mother’s words with a grain of salt.

Every night before she fell asleep she could hear her mother whispering through the wall and what was once calm speech turned into almost frantic whispers. Jade always thought to herself: who exactly is she talking to? One night she became brave and decided to figure out who or what her mother was talking to.

She carefully turned her copper doorknob and began to tip toe down the hallway. Her steps were cautious and strategic as she made her way down to her mother’s bedroom door. Her right big toe sent a loud sounding snap that echoed through the house and up the walls. Jade froze in her tracks to see if the noise had startled her mother, the whispers had stopped and jade held her breath in fear that her exhalation might shake the paper thin walls. After what seemed like forever the whispers started up again and jade quickly made her way to the side of her mother’s closed door. The light from her mother’s bedroom lamp leaked out the bottom of the door and as she began to lower herself on to the floor the whispers turned into clear speech. Jade could hear her mother saying “Please Damen don’t take my daughter, you can have my soul instead. I know she reminds you of Claire, but she is nothing like her”.

Jade was anxious to see the person her mother was talking to, she climbed on her hands and knees and peered under the door. She carefully scanned the room with her eyes but  There was nobody in sight, the only thing that seemed odd was the sight of her mother sitting upright in her bed with her eyes closed. Her mother began to gasp for air like she was having a night terror; Elisabeth’s head shot back and her arms fell limp beside her. In that one instant her body shot up to the ceiling and jade could hear her mother’s vertebrae snap, the sound reminded her of when the melting ice in the spring cracks beneath her feet. Seconds later her mother’s body plummeted to her bed where she lay twisted like a pretzel, a peaceful expression masked her face. Jade stayed crouched in a frozen position and stared in disbelief at what she just witnessed, she began blinking frantically in hopes she would wake up.

Jade opened her mother’s door and began to walk towards her distorted body, all she could think about was the fact that her mother didn’t deserve this and whoever is responsible for this will suffer. Jades eyes began to fill with hot tears and when she blinked the hot stream flooded down her face flowing off her rounded chin. As she was sobbing she felt as if she was being watched or stared at, she began to feel her stomach turn when she realized that she was standing beside her mother’s dead body and fled from the room down the winding stair case. She must have missed a few steps because all she could remember was completing numerous summer salts down the stairs and making a finishing face first landing into the stone floor at the bottom of the stairs.

Her head was throbbing with pain and all she could hear was a piercing ring that radiated through her skull with a vengeance. She could feel a hot stream running down her forehead and when she lifted her hand to feel what it was her head throbbed even harder. She began rubbing the thick syrup between her forefinger and thumb and when jade lowered her fingers into her line of vision she realized it was her viscous blood she was playing with. Moments later after jade had shook off what happened, she connected the dots between her pain and the blood dripping to the floor. She looked across the room into the long mirror that hung at the end of the staircase; her injury looked like someone hit her in the side of the head with a baseball bat.

Anita who was the hired maid came waddling into the room after she heard the noise, she took one look at jade and screamed “Oh heavens” and ran upstairs to the main bathroom to grab the first aid kit. On her was to the bathroom she looked down the hall where she witnessed Elisabeth’s lifeless body and let out a blood curdling scream to shot pain through Jades skull. Anita fumbled down the stairs and threw the first aid kit in jade’s direction; she began to frantically dial 9-1-1. Once the emergency responder picked up Anita managed to stumble out “There’s so much blood  ...Help. Oh god …88 maple street” and hung up the phone. Anita dropped to her knees beside jade and began to mumble a prayer in Spanish while motioning a crucifix across her body.

Ten minutes later the paramedics, police, and fire dispatch flooded the driveway and came tumbling through the door with all their equipment. Anita pointed in my direction and began to sob uncontrollably; the paramedics strapped a plastic collar around my neck and began to flood me with questions.

 

Author's Note

I have challenged myself to try writing a book...I published this to see what you guys think of what I started writing, please let me know!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This was a very strong story. You brought me in with a good story and the story got more better by the word. I like the mystery and the interest of the girl. A sad ending for the woman. The story had a good storyline and interesting characters. A excellent story.
Coyote