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16+ Violence Mature Content

Aspasia’s decay

by vampricone6783


Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for violence and mature content.

*This story is underneath my folder titled “Dark stories to read whenever and wherever”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs <33”. Enjoy!*



Introduction

Aspasia was the last of the Glaphyra family to die from yellow fever. Not a single one of them knew how it came about, and could only watch as their skin faded to an unnatural color and their bones depleted into nothingness.

But Aspasia’s spirit still lurks in the old mansion, taking away anyone unlucky enough to stumble inside.

Yet once, she was a little girl, completely alive…

Chapter One

IN ASPASIA’S ROOM

Aspasia Glaphyra froze when she saw what was in the cracks of her room. She lived in an old house, and she never minded the creaks and crevices.

Until in the wall, she saw them. The swarm of mosquitoes. An infestation of them, burrowed within.

Aspasia never saw the mosquitoes until then. The black, buzzing bugs squirmed and skittered, hungry for blood.

She ran out of her room, to her parents. They’d be able to help. Perhaps her sister, Soleia, would know what to do. She always knew the right thing to do.

Chapter Two

“Soleia! Soleia!” Aspasia called out, grabbing onto the skirt of Soleia’s dress. She was running out of her room when she saw Soleia in the hallway and called her name.

“Please don’t yell out my name, it’s rather dreadful to hear.” Soleia said.

Soleia didn’t like it when people yelled out her own name, it made her feel jittery and skittery, she said so herself. Aspasia tried not to do it, but her rapidly beating heart had other ideas.

“Sorry! It’s just that there are mosquitoes in my room and I need you to help me get rid of them!” Aspasia said.

Soleia raised an eyebrow.

“No, there aren’t any mosquitoes.” Soleia replied smoothly.

“Yes there are! Come and look at them!” Aspasia cried out, taking hold of Soleia’s hand and attempting to drag her to her own room, but Soleia let go.

“There are no mosquitoes. You must be imagining things. Don’t lie to our parents. Just calm down.” Soleia said.

Just calm down? Soleia didn’t want to help? Soleia didn’t believe her?

Aspasia was speechless. Soleia was simply walking away, leaving her alone, never saying another word.

That hurt almost as bad as the mosquitoes in her room.

Chapter Three

It had been hours after Aspasia told Soleia about the mosquitoes. She and her family were eating dinner together. Aspasia still hadn’t told her parents about the mosquitoes, but she would soon.

As she sliced through the steak, she wondered if it really was in her imagination, if she was only dreaming, if-

Was that…mosquitoes…in her meat?

Aspasia looked at everyone else’s plates. No sign of mosquitoes there.

She blinked her eyes. The mosquitoes crawling, sprawling on her plate, they were gone.

Huh. At least it wasn’t real…

Chapter Four

“Have any of you seen mosquitoes around?” Mom asked nervously.

Aspasia looked up from her plate, alert. Mom mentioned mosquitoes? That was exactly what she was thinking of!

“Yes! I saw them in my room today.” Aspasia replied.

Mom and Dad exchanged looks of understanding. Soleia said nothing, she only continued to eat her dinner.

“We’re going to try our best to get rid of them. We hoped that they wouldn’t come in your room, but they have. Just stay away from them as best as you can.” Dad said.

“But how? They’re in my room!” Aspasia lamented.

“Try your best, sweetie.” Dad said with a reassuring smile.

Well, if Dad believed that she would be safe, then it wasn’t that bad, right?

Chapter Five

LATE AT NIGHT

Aspasia tossed and turned in her bed, sweat running down from her brow. Everything was too hot. What bothered her even more were the mosquitoes hiding.

Did one of them bite her? Did a few bite her? Did any bite her?

Mosquitoes…bedsheets…everything is fine…fine…

Everything was fine. Dad said so.

Chapter Six

Hours had passed, but finally, finally, it was morning. The golden sunlight dripped from her window, casting a heavenly glow in her room.

Only…Aspasia didn’t hear the mosquitoes anymore…and her arms were soooo itchy…

She looked down.

Like the measles, her arms were spotted with red, bulging dots, only, they stung like mosquito bites, and when she scratched them, blood opened up from some of the wounds.

Chapter Seven

“Aspasia! Come downstairs, breakfast is ready!” Soleia called out.

Something was ticking at Aspasia’s brain. Was it the way that Soleia called for her, in such a carefree tone? Or was it the itch of the bites?

She pushed it aside. Soleia was simply calling her for breakfast, it was nothing to overthink about.

Chapter Eight

Aspasia walked down the stairs, fighting the urge not to scratch the bites that were screaming at her skin.

Only Soleia was at the dining room table. Their parents weren’t around.

“Where is Mom and Dad? Why aren’t they here?” Aspasia asked.

“They decided to rest.” Soleia said sweetly.

Chapter Nine

“Do you…have…any…cream?” Aspasia asked. She couldn’t blame their parents for deciding to rest, but the itching…oh goodness, the itching. Why did it have to hurt so?

“No, sorry. Eat your breakfast, you’ll feel better.” Soleia said.

Breakfast, yes. Pancakes drizzled in syrup, waffles with whipped cream and fruit, fried eggs…

Chapter Ten

A FEW HOURS LATER

Aspasia opened the back door and ran outside, the grass inviting on her mosquito-bitten skin. Her heart lifted from the inside, for she felt free, well-rested.

Aspasia lay herself down on the grass. How she didn’t want to get up. How she wanted to lie there, staring up at the sky, forevermore.

She’d cherish it.

Chapter Eleven

Out of the corner of her eye, Aspasia thought that she saw a dark shadow, growing in mass, hovering above her.

But when she got up from the ground, it was gone.

The itches still stung…

Chapter Twelve

No matter. She had to get back inside. Only…

Why did Aspasia’s legs feel so wobbly? The world around her was spinning…turning…twisting…

“Let me help you walk.” Soleia said.

Huh?! Soleia?! How did she just appear?

Well, at least she would help…

Chapter Thirteen

Once Soleia and Aspasia were inside, Soleia walked Aspasia up the stairs, to her bedroom.

From behind her parents’ door, Aspasia could have sworn that she heard them wailing out in pain, but she was just so tired…she was imagining things…

She just needed to rest.

Chapter Fourteen

Soleia opened the door to her room and placed Aspasia in her bed. The mosquitoes were still there, waiting to fester on her body.

Aspasia tried to scream, but from out of her lips came blood, great gushes of blood.

Oh goodness, what was happening to her?

Chapter Fifteen

“Soleia…Soleia…” Aspasia tried to say.

But Soleia only smiled at her and got up, leaving Aspasia all alone in her room.

Aspasia frowned. Soleia wasn’t sick. Soleia was just fine.

Something wasn’t right.

Chapter Sixteen

All in an instant, the buzzing of the mosquitos had stopped. The itching in her grew stronger, she felt blood bubble from her lips. Aspasia kicked away the sheets, and still she felt hot.

Her legs…they were yellow…a decaying, rotten shade of yellow.

She felt her heartbeat slow…slow…slow down…

Chapter Seventeen

Aspasia felt like she was floating, like she was lighter than air. All around her was a blurred dream, she could not touch the walls nor scream.

I don’t feel pain either. I don’t feel anything at all.

Aspasia floated towards the door, not a single creak she made on the floor.

Chapter Eighteen

There, in the hallway, was the door of her parents’ bedroom, slightly open. A thin trail of blood poured out.

Aspasia followed it, right up to where her parents lay, with mosquitoes eating away at their yellowing skin, wide, white eyes, and…

And Soleia, standing next to the bed, mosquitoes trailing from her grin.

Chapter Nineteen

“You’ve never truly made me free. Down into the dirt, you will be.” Soleia sing-sang.

Soleia’s eyes began to fade into a milky white. Mosquitoes crawled from her mouth and around her face, eating away at her flesh, leaving only yellow skin.

“Down into the grave, just as you deserve.” Soleia rasped.

And then, Aspasia watched in horror as Soleia’s body dropped to the ground, a rock-solid weight.

Chapter Twenty

“Soleia? Why?” Aspasia asked. Soleia had died a second ago, her ghost staring back at Aspasia. Aspasia had the odd feeling that Soleia was responsible for the sickness and the mosquitoes.

“Our parents didn’t give me freedom, so now, I’ll take it myself.” Soleia gargled.

“But you’re dead too. You don’t have any freedom.” Aspasia pointed out.

“Are you certain?” Soleia asked with a grin.

Right before her very eyes, Soleia shifted into a thing of bones and smoke, curling horns twisting round’ her head.

Down into the floor, Soleia sunk.

Epilogue

In Aspasia’s eyes, her whole family died. Soleia’s spirit was corrupted by want, her deep desires made them all die from yellow fever.

So the little girl waited for an unsuspecting individual to step into her home, so that she may take them and have them join her in the afterlife, never being alone, having more company than the demon that used to be Soleia.

Aspasia wanted more friends.


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Kaymal wrote a review...



Hey van! I’m here to review this wonderful piece of art. I am going to review using the YWS’MORE method. So let’s get started.

Top Graham Cracker - What I know
This is a horror story and its main character is Aspasia a four year old who is dying because of mosquitoes… and her sister. Her parents seem to know about the mosquitoes but do nothing about it.

Slightly Burnt Marshmallow - Suggestions
I don’t even know what to critique to be honest. This is such a fine piece of work. Even the grammar is on point. Although I think maybe you disclosed a bit too much in the introduction. If you didn’t say that Aspasia was a ghost and that she has died, it would have been so much more interesting and mysterious. But I still love it the way it is.

Chocolate bar - What I love
This is such a great story. So mysterious and intriguing. I love the perspective of Aspasia, it shows that sometimes we trust people we love to the point that we don’t even question somethings. It is so eerie. The personality of the characters, especially Soleia, is so creepy too. This moment especially made my skin crawl.
“Soleia’s eyes began to fade into a milky white. Mosquitoes crawled from her mouth and around her face, eating away at her flesh, leaving only yellow skin.”
I didn’t understand what was happening at the beginning, which is a good thing because when it unfolded it sent shivers down my spine. I love the way you end it too, again so intriguing and creepy because she’s just a girl who wants to kill someone so she has someone to play with.

Bottom Graham Cracker - Closing statement
Overall such a great read. Really loved the concept, idea and execution of the story. Continue to make more amazing content.

Best wishes
Kay




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Glad you enjoyed. :}



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Hello there, fellow writer here, hope you’re having a nice day!

I think we both know why we’re here, so I’ll get right into it. The pros will come first, some general impressions second, and constructive criticism third. I am a person just as you are, with a subjective experience of my own – that you should take my comments with a grain of salt probably goes without saying.


Pros first:
I quite enjoyed the short chapter format. It adds to suspense in a similar way that shortened sentences do and allows the reader to experience Aspasia’s life/world in snapshots of emotion and perception, which is a very effectual way to communicate a child’s experience and is something I greatly appreciated.

Your symbology was very effective in creating a general disconcerting vibe… the body horror elements were intense and uncomfortable without making me want to turn myself inside out – a fine line that you walked expertly. That whole part of the disease-horror genre you have down, good job.

I like the way you portrayed the children in this story. Reading things from a child’s POV is hard for me to get through sometimes, they tend to be just left or just right of being believably young. Aspasia was blunt and honest and scared and trusting – she managed to be both a child and her own person. Another fine line that you balanced well on.


I had some kneejerk reactions to the whole thing, and, because I know I appreciate it when people tell me these in relation to my own work, I will include them. No worries, this is mostly satire:
1. Soleia is being so obviously evil it gets kinda funny

2. Like here I am giggling at this silly little murder child while Aspasia’s life is falling apart

3. Mum and Dad should have bought some Maze. Or literally any other insecticide. Or called pest control.

4. Actually, I kinda wanna know how old Aspasia is here because I would have crawled into the appliance cupboard and turned the house into a temporary biohazard myself if I found that many mosquitoes in my walls.

5. Like I get that Aspasia is a kid and doesn’t understand the wider context, but did Soleia really just randomly decide to end her bloodline? Or is this an extended metaphor for disease and how insidious it is, etcetera?

6. You know what would be funny? If the unsuspecting individual entering the house was some poor grandma going to pay her respects. Aspasia wants a friend and gets a nan.

7. There’s gotta be some family curse thing going on here.

8. This stuff kinda reminds me of the ‘peasant outsmarts the devil’ plotline except the peasant forgot about the deal altogether and the devil pretended to be part of the family for an unnecessary period of time before orchestrating equally unnecessary and drawn out deaths for each of his new family members.

9. Alternate title: The Devil Plays House

10. Just hit them over the head with a shovel while they’re sleeping, my guy. Save yourself the trouble.


No, but seriously:
Body horror points? Yes. A spin on the whole concept of pointless suffering and trauma and cruelty and whatever? Possibly. But when it’s so obviously and unsubtly revealed at the end that Soleia is not an analogy to illness, disease, rot, death, or a different universal concept, but that indeed whatever Soleia turned into is instead explicitly Luciferian – or Lucifer-adjacent… the girl literally fell through the floor; you can’t get much more in-your-face about it than that – and therefore evil and vengeful (man’s got one hell of a grudge), then it’s kinda hard to maintain a suspension of disbelief in the near-complete absence of any hints indicating some wider plot/purpose/motive (on behalf of the entity) or sin (on behalf of the family).

If the behaviour of the parents towards Soleia at least indicated some sort of wish to keep her in her harmless, human form (if the case is that she was always secretly that thing) or literally any other sort of animosity/wariness/backstory that would justify the whole “oh, but they didn’t want me to be free” thing, that would salvage quite a lot of the work’s thematic integrity… but we get next to nothing.

The lack of subtlety does the story’s themes – which, by themselves, are incredibly interesting and worth closer attention – a disservice.

I enjoyed the story’s vibes. I see its potential. Thematic consistency is equally as important as symbology and Aspasia’s childlike helplessness/sickness in maintaining an atmosphere, however. The reveal at the end was jarring. It didn’t seem to fit with the rest of the story. I make fun of Soleia’s obviously malevolent nature (indicated in a pretty straightforward way by adverbs like ‘sweetly’ or ‘smoothly’ that are often connected to her speech and actions), but I feel that her apparent descend into the darkness – as perceived by Aspasia – would’ve been just as – if not more – effectual if you got rid of the obvious stuff and just kept the subtler signs that there was something wrong with her, such as when she just stays quiet eating her food while the rest of the family talks about the mosquitoes. Her more formal way of speaking would’ve added to the disconcerting effect if it was supported by some expression of unease from the rest of the house… the parents could’ve commented on it, for example, or Aspasia could’ve mentioned that their parents shifted slightly away from her when she was speaking, as if subconsciously removing themselves from a threatening environment.

You have a gift in writing, vampricone. I hope you continue to flourish. Thank you for listening, best wishes, and, of course, happy writing.
The Blob. 




vampricone6783 says...


Glad you enjoyed! Aspasia is four years old if you are interested.




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