Once In The Dark
Disclaimer: This is a scary short story. If you don't like scary things or are of a sensitive disposition please do not read on.
I heard a noise in the dark. I woke in a cold sweat. I was thinking about what had happened all those years ago. It still terrifies my very soul and mind. Yet I fight on to find why it happened, how such a happy family ended in a massacre. What could change a child into a murderer?
I will take you back to that day. The day when I saw the evil of the world reveal itself through an innocent vessel of a child, a child called James Carliegh.
I was awoken that night by a tapping at my window. I moved to the window and found it was the tree branches swaying in the cool summer breeze. I noticed the lights across the road were still on. My alarm clock read 3:30am and my interest was piqued. I took a golf club from the wardrobe in my room and when to see if there was a problem in the house. I did not know the Carliegh family well but I thought that I would be helpful.
When I reached their door it was slightly ajar which worried me straight away, I knew something was wrong. I walked into the house and I was horrified at what I saw. It was Susan Carliegh, hanging from a peg in the ceiling. The only way I knew it was the old woman was because of her dress. Her face had been peeled away and her skull was showing through the blood. But the thing that still haunts me was what was underneath her. Stood there looking up, cold and with no emotion, was James. I took the child to the neighbours. He left the house with no objections.
I knew I had to find Mr Carliegh and despite being petrified, I went back into that house. How could this man not hear the screams of terror from his wife and the terrified wailing of his own child? I was walking up the stairs to find the coward who could let this happen to his family, when I saw a shape on the floor. I thought it was Mr Carliegh but when I looked closer it was a headstone. It was Susan Carleigh's.
I became instantly afraid and wondered where he would jump out. I had no time to react to the force of his body colliding with my side.
The only thing that saved my life was the golf club which I swung into his side. He went tumbling down the stairs and smashed into a large ornamental vase which shattered around his body.
I ran out of the house taking large gasps of air trying to find someone who was still awake.
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hisgirl210410
Commented 57 months ago - 4th September 2011 - 21:50pm
I liked the start of this story and was immediately drawn into the story but the end has slightly confused me, at the beginning i thought the child was the murderer yet at the end it seems that the father had something to do with this. i would love to read a follow on of this short story to explain what actually happened that night maybe from the child's point of view? Just a thought, nice story all the same x