The Darkest Hour
"...what about over here?" My fiancé Joey asks me as he moves the sofa for the hundredth time.
I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at the sofa…finally it looked right. "Yep! That look pretty good," I smiled.
"Phew! Finally." Joey wiped his forehead and shakes his shoulders.
Joey and I recently have brought a mansion together. We are getting married in the summer and are going to live a quiet and peaceful life. After living in the city for ages, we've kind of gotten sick of it, the noise, the people and the scenery. All of this isn't a very pretty sight. After spending literally ages looking for a house so we can move in together. We found a - rather odd I know - mansion in the countryside. I've never really heard of mansions being in the country side. But what better is that it's in a very quiet rural place and it's a very big house. So whether it's odd or not, Joey and I are very happy.
I lay next to Joey in our bed and stared at the ceiling whilst listening to Joey purring softly next to me. He wasn't snoring exactly, it was more a soft purr and it sounded so cute. I smiled to myself; I turned to watch his sleeping eyes and gently brushed my finger over his eyebrows. I love him.
Creak. Creak. Creak.
I suddenly jumped out of bed as I head something creaking. I looked towards the door and saw it open. I stared at the door wide eyed, I know for a fact that I had closed the door before I got into bed. So how is it open now? I look around our bedroom and saw the lamp glinting in the corner of the room. The rest of the room was pitch black, I shivered slightly as I saw the silhouette of my wardrobe. Suddenly everything looked creepy and dark. The wind gushed through the open window and the trees outside hit against the glass making an eerie clipping sound. Instead of going out the room to see who or what opened the door, I quickly ran to the door, shut it and get back into bed. I pulled the duvet over me and hid myself underneath close to Joey.
I closed my eyes, trying very hard to go to sleep, but for some strange reason I couldn't. I checked the time and saw that it was 12:15am.
I hear Joey peacefully sleeping next to me, whilst on the other hand I'm so scared and shivering like a mad person. Heck! This is my house now right? So why am I scared of my own house. And I'll be 22 soon; I'm not a little kid anymore.
I close my eyes, and see pitch black on the back of my eyelids. My eyes go sleepy, and I finally begin to fall asleep...
I suddenly and quickly open my eyes wide. Our bedroom door is wide open again and I see the most impossible thing ever. A hand. But it's not just any hand, it's a pale ghost like hand with blood dripping from the finger tips. Oh God! It has abnormally long fingers and there is no body with it, just a hand with no wrist, arm or anything. I bite hard onto my lip and shuffle closer to Joey who is still asleep.
I close my eyes again and breathe faster. Fear radiating through my body as the image of the blood dripping hand appears fresh in my mind. "Joey," I whisper. He doesn't move or make any sound to show he has heard me. "Joey," I shake him and speak a little louder. He still doesn't move a muscle.
"JOEY!" I yell.
"Hmm?" He groans in response. He wipes his sleepy eyes and I suddenly feel mean for waking him when he was sleeping so peacefully. But at least he's awake, as selfish as this may seem, I don't want to stay awake on my own when I imagine things like that. I must be going insane. "What's wrong?"
I keep my eyes away from the door, knowing that the hand is still there and if I see it once more I'll scream until I lose my voice. "The d-door," I whisper. Joey frowns in response and looks towards the door, he turns back to me and stares at me, confusion written all over his face. "What about it?"
I stare wide eyed at him and shuffle closer to him. What does he mean, What about it? Heck! Can't he see the blood dripping hand, or is he still asleep?
"The hand, Joey," I try to speak normally but only a squeak comes out of my mouth. Joey smiles slightly at this, but he looks quite concerned for me at the same time. I don't blame him, I think my imagination is going crazy or I'm probably just stupid.
"What hand?" He looks at me as if I've grown a third eye or something. "Um, Carrie? Are you okay?" He clicks his fingers in front of my face and grins. "Or are you still asleep?"
I shake my head. "It's not funny,"
"Look, I don't know what's up with you but I'm knackered as hell. And it's what? 1:30am, it's way too early Carrie. Go back to sleep." He kisses me on the forehead and lies back down in bed. I stare at him for a few minutes, until I realise that he's fallen asleep.
I scan the room, reluctant to look towards the door but when my eyes do see the door, a wave of relief washes over me. The door is shut and there is no hand there. Just an ordinary door.
So it was my imagination.
Feeling like a total idiot, I lie back down and close my eyes. Hoping that I will finally get to go to sleep. My mind starts to empty and I see darkness everywhere. I finally fall asleep...
"Aaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!!" A very un-familiar voice screams. I jump out of bed suddenly and scream at what I see in front of me. Joey is hung with a rope from the ceiling, blood drips down his hand. Though his hand isn't how I know it to be. Not the warm skin and rough palm. But a ghostly, pale colour, fingers so abnormally long and thin. I've never been so afraid in my life.
I scream and cry as I see Joey's face - if that even is Joey - his eyes are a blood red colour, his skin his pale white. Almost transparent but not quite.
There was not even a single sound coming from the room or from this thing in front of me. I know it's not my Joey. I look down to the ground, I can't even feel my own heartbeat or breathe going. I feel frozen and scared to death. I look back up slowly and see this things mouth; blood is flowing out like a flood. I can smell the rust, salty blood, it smells horrible, and the most gruesome smell I've ever smelt.
"Jo - ey," I whisper, my breath catching in my throat. I shiver uncontrollably and move back until my back hits the doorframe. I suddenly remember the blood dripping hand and I scream out in fear and shock as I feel a damp and cold thing touch the small of my back. I shiver again, but I'm not sure whether this time it's from the coldness or not.
"MINE!" A voice growls. I look up slowly and see the thing hung from the ceiling, in the shape of a demon. It has dark fangs, almost vampire like but not quite, a pale white face, dark, black eyes and black unruly hair. The ears of this creature were pointy towards the top and had no inside.
I scream so loud until my voice cracks and suddenly my screaming stops. I've lost my voice. I shake and breathe fast. My heartbeat rising higher and faster than normal. I've never experienced such fear and before, I'm so scared my feet seemed glue down to the ground. I can't even move my eyes away from this creature in front of me.
The creature flies towards me and growls so loud my ears seem as if they're vibrating. It stops in front of me, fear washes over me. I try and move back and out of the room, but the door is shut. "Don't even think about escaping!" It growls at me. I shake my head but nothing works. It lowers its head and bites hard into my neck until I see nothing but darkness.