Scary Story Part 2

My legs took off, my mind and body still struggling to calm myself down. I stifled a scream. It was following me. Whatever it was, it was running after me. I still couldn’t hear anything against the ground, but my survival senses could feel it, and it was faster than I was. My eyes burned with growing tears as I tore past Oaks and sprinted over half-burnt logs.


I finally let out a scream which left my throat frighteningly dry as a wild, high pitched laughter came from behind me. I continued to scream, each time feeling like I’d choke up a lung. Laughter joined my terrified voice. It was toying with me. I felt like a mouse in a maze with no way out and a hungry cat looming at every corner, waiting for its easy meal. I couldn’t see what it was, neither did I want to see it – I didn’t dare. I was afraid of what I’d might see. I didn’t want to die staring into the black eye sockets of some half chewn up zombie.


From behind a dense patch of wood, I could see a hint of hope. My pine-wood sanctuary was patiently waiting for me to walk through its front doors. I wasn’t going to keep it waiting. A smile of triumph spread across my face.


Something white and gray whisked by, making me lose my balance and catapult onto the muddy ground. It shrieked out again, seemingly laughing harder. With speed I never thought I had, I got to my feet and sprinted towards safety.


The sudden sound of a crying little boy made me glance towards the river. I immediately recognized him. It was Haillo, Jeni’s missing son. He was strewn next to the riverbank, lying on his stomach with his head buried in his arms. “Help me,” he was saying between sobs. The poor thing must have had been scared frozen. Another death shrieking laugh cut through the woods, causing my instinct to emerge and my feet to change direction. I might not like Jeni, but her son was like a brother to me. I should have known there was something wrong about him, I should have sensed it, but I was so terrorized, nothing could make me realize the situation I was getting myself into. As I reached the little boy and picked him up, the white and gray misty image zoomed by again, sending my hair flying wildly. “What is it?” The boy’s teary voice asked.


“I don’t know, Haillo. Don’t worry I got you know.”


“You don’t have anything,” the high-pitched voice hissed. “He’s mine. Give him back!”


At least the thing had stopped laughing. I cradled Haillo in my arms, shielding him in the best way I thought possible. My legs burned with pain. My arms felt like Jell-O and I could barely carry the screaming boy. The thing continued to circle us, making me lose my balance various times. I hoped, prayed that I didn’t have to see the thing’s face.


It felt like I had fallen in love again when my fingers gripped the doorknob. Thank goodness I never needed to lock my door out here. I tore it open and flung Haillo onto the bamboo flooring. As soon as I had slammed the door shut, my mind raced, searching frantically for something that could help me protect us from whatever that creature was.


“Oh my God. Oh my God.” I didn’t know where to look or what to do. Each part of my body was pulling in a different direction and finally confusement and fear overwhelmed me. Was it going to break down the door? What if it went through the door? What if it scratched on the window? What if it laughed again? What if -.


“Raichi, get the knife from the kitchen cabinets,” Haillo said, regaining a normal breathing rate.


My heart jumped out from my chest, pulling me into the kitchen with all its might. My hands raced for the cupboard and scrambled through dishes and glasses. What was I doing?! I hastily headed for the kitchen island and ripped open the drawers, searching for my kitchen knife. My reflection on the black granite countertop made me scream.


“Raichi, is it going to get us?”


I glanced at Haillo, but continued to search for the weapon. My luck finally sprouted as my hand touched the curvy black handle of the knife. Fear melted away inside me, making room for the courage which I would soon be needing.


“Raichi, is it gone? Did it get in the house?”


“No, but if it’s still around you don’t have to worry,” I said with a gleaming smile. “I can protect you now and-.” I was staring at the kitchen knife. Now that I had finally regained my sanity, I was processing all the recent events. Something wasn’t quite right.


I was sure that Jeni and Haillo had never been to my house. I had invited them over countless times, but they never actually showed up. So how was it that he knew exactly where the knife was? How was it that I just happened to find him on the road when the police had scoured every inch of town?


Hesitantly, my eyes met Haillo’s and I screamed. His eyes where gone; in their place where deep black holes. His whole body, including clothes had turned various shades of grey. I felt a presence behind me. I already knew who it was.


I whirled my arms around and stabbed the demon with all my strength. Nothing happened. It didn’t kneel over, it didn’t cry out in pain. From the spot where the knife cut through rotting flesh, a moldy smell tinged my nose. I began coughing violently at the stench.


“You can’t kill someone who’s already dead, Raichi,” Jeni’s demon chuckled. Her hair had been torn out in bunches, her raggy old clothes torn and re-stitched. Her once gorgeous blue eyes where bleeding – yes, actually bleeding – red and her face gruesomely deformed.


She yanked out the knife. It had a black tar-like substance caked to it. The blade looked twice its normal size. Her eyes stared straight at me, but they didn’t seem to actually see me.


She let out a deathly laugh as she raised the knife high above her head. I scrambled backwards, accidentally tripping over the demon boy. As I hit the ground, he hissed at me furiously, before taking a few steps towards his mother. Jeni smiled, showing her half broken, decaying teeth.


It was silent throughout the house, which couldn’t help but provoke the sense of death.

I was going to die. I knew it. Jeni slowly stepped towards me, hand holding the knife scarcely raised. Thunder roared outside and lightning flashed through the kitchen’s window, momentarily hiding Jeni from view.


Haillo turned toward the window, studying every raindrop which splattered on the window. “The spring rains are coming, mommy.”


“They sure are,” Jeni’s voice agreed. As the blinding white light from the lightning disappeared, Jeni’s demon figure was already cutting through the air. Knife aimed at me.


I woke up screaming my lungs out. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t see. My hand instinctively searched for the lamp and pressed the button to turn it on. My room was completely empty. All of my light wood furniture lay motionlessly spread out. My reflection in the mirror was an exact duplicate. The storm roared outside my window, flashing bright white light into the room.


“It was just a nightmare,” I told myself. “Just a nightmare.”


Breathing out a sigh of relief I turned off my lamp and snuggled under my warm cotton covers.


Little did I know a gray and white figure whisked by my window at just that moment.

a great ending. i loved it, although i think you need to improve the detail and description. other than that it was very good. keep up the hard work.