It was Halloween of 2015, so when I saw people stumbling around the street, blood stretched over their shirts, I didn’t think anything of it.
As they got closer, I could see their necks were at odd angles, as if they were all snapped – some even looked detached with strings of muscle trying to hold everything together.
A guy in a brown trench coat and matching hat attacked me. Yanked me by the hair. Knocked me unconscious. Left semen dripping down my thighs and an unwanted baby in my stomach.
Ellie was his porcelain doll, a precious toy that he took pleasure in dressing, molding her to his fancy.
I whipped around and saw nothing behind me. There was no dark figure in the room to be seen, but I could feel something there. I reached out my hand behind the couch and waved my palm around where I saw the figure on the screen, but nothing again.
People need to know what’s out there, walking around at night…
I tried not responding to the voice. But it didn’t matter. Cassie didn’t care if I spoke back.
“There are ancient things living in the woods, evil things. They are angry that we have forgotten them and we do not worship them anymore, that we do not give them sacrifices anymore.” Jelena Dujak brings us a truly unnerving tale of ancient forces driven mad by jealousy and willing to do anything to punish those that have wronged them.
That last of the wine still processing, I got up to relieve myself, but stopped as soon as I stood up next to the bed. Something was off about the room. A childish sense of fear had started to seep into my sobering mind.
Someone was in our apartment.
As scary as your own imagination is, sometimes someone else’s is far, far worse.