The Unknown

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
The Unknown is a horrorish short story. Everything in it has suspense and it's only the beginning.

Submitted: April 21, 2017

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The Unknown

The rough pitter-patter of the hail and hard rain up against Adeline’s bedroom window causes her to wake up from the dream realm. She pulls her duvet over her head and wishes that her alarm would go off already. As she stares into the darkness, she couldn’t help but think of her brother, Johnny Merstian.  Adeline recalled her brother's last words to her before he went crazy and left. Johnny used to tell her stories about the Unknown when she was a child after their parents had died. The memory of her brother telling the story for the first time invades her mind. He knew that at the age of seven that she would believe everything he told her. 
“The Unknown are people of magic,” he said. Her brother’s green eyes seemed to brighten as he started the story. “They are mainly classified as ‘the enemy’ and the ‘the bad guys,’ never the ‘good guys,’ or the ‘heroes.’” Johnny's eyes darkened as he spoke about how they were never called the good guys. Adeline always wondered what his problem was with heroes. Johnny never liked any hero  movies and when he did watch them he always rooted for the bad guys that had a motive for everything. He continued the story.
“In our world they mainly appear as shadows because they either lost the majority of their magic or they were born with little magic. The more magic they all have the more human they appear in our world. But, in their world,” he perked up like Adeline was the one telling the story and not him, “They all appear as human.” He gave a little smirk, as if he has seen one before. His brown hair moved a little from the draft in the house and Adeline shivered. 
“Johnny,” she whined. “Can we start a fire before you continue the story?” She pulled the blanket around her and shivered some more.
“Yes Adelie. And we can make hot cocoa so you can get warmer and curl up by the fire.” Johnny picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.  She gave a little squeal and a small laughter that made Johnny smile. He passed a mirror and Adeline looked up seeing the side of her brothers face. He set her down on the couch and went to go start a fire. 
“Johnny? Do the Unknown take people away from their homes?” Adeline wanted to know so she wouldn’t be taken away if they did.
“Yes they do flos meus. They take you from your home only if you are important enough to them.” He looked at Adeline and she noticed that there was a small gleam in his green eyes. At that moment she was suddenly tired and fell asleep on the couch with her brother humming the same song their mom used to sing to them during a storm.
Pulling herself back to reality Adeline sat up and noticed that the rain has passed and that the moon was illuminating her room. She can see the mirror that hung on the wall and the dresser that was messy with old pictures of her family, of her brother. Scanning the room to find her slippers to wear, she noticed that there was something on her wall. 
Maybe it was the cast of the shadow from the tree outside of my window she thought. Mi flor. My flower. Her nickname that her brother gave her echoed in her mind. She had got that nickname when she was bored in the summer and so she dug a hole and sat in it saying that she was a flower. Her brother picked her up and called her mi flor ever since. Looking around the room one last time for her slippers, she looks at the time on her alarm clock. 2:10 a.m. There was no way that she will be getting back to sleep soon. Throwing her feet over the edge of the bed letting the plush carpet tickle her feet. Shuffling to her slippers in the corner, she slips them on and heads for the open door.
The various paintings hanging on the wall made Adeline remember about Cassie’s art show. Her favorite painting is the one that Cassie painted when they were in London last summer. They were watching the sunset change colors from pink to orange to red and it finally died down to blue. The sunset was the best sunset she has seen in her life and she is glad that her friend painted that memory instead of the one with the random hot guy that they ran into while they were trying to find a good place to eat. Continuing down the hallway she noticed that the plants needed to be watered. They were all shriveled up and they were no longer green and beautiful like when she first got them. 
An unrecognizable sensation puts Adeline on high alert. The hair on her arms rise up and the goosebumps replace her smooth skin. Slowly moving down the never ending hallway, a small noise echoes off of the walls and she knows that they aren’t her shuffles from creeping down the corridor. On instinct she moves to the darker parts of the wall, hoping to go unnoticed. From previous break-ins in the past she knows that blending into the darker parts of the walls, she knows that the intruder won’t be expecting anything to come at them. 
A porcelain dish breaks in the kitchen causing her to cringe and cover her ears. Adline feels like she is going to burst from the weight of dread coursing through her body. The welling in her chest continues to expand and it almost breaks. When it does she will be paralyzed and not be able to do anything about the intruder. A shadow is plastered on the cream colored wall opposite from her. Mustering up the courage to round the corner into the kitchen, Adeline didn’t notice that her hands are fisted up and the nails are breaking the delicate skin, drawing a small amount of blood from her palm and flows down her pale slender hands. 
She rounds the corner and narrows her green eyes, searching for any life to be found. The broken glass is in a neat pile with the moon’s beam shining on the white shards, making the pile reflect like glitter in the sun. Scanning the kitchen one last time she notices that the broom is leaned up against the marble counter top in the corner between the fridge and the island. Swiftly, Adeline moves into the silent kitchen, the floorboards creaking against every step she takes. Extending her arm out she grabs the broom, and sees something move out of the corner of her eye. The blood on her hands smear on the cold metal of the broom as she moves it to finish cleaning the mess. Another movement from the corner of her eye made her scared.
Letting out a breath she didn’t know that she was holding, she decided that she needs to go back to bed. Putting the broom back where she found it she listens to the grand clock chime three times letting her know that it was three in the morning. The big loud chime echoes off of the walls in the house, not leaving a single room silent. Turning around and leaving the kitchen Adeline notices that the trip down the hallway was shorter than on the way to the kitchen. Halfway down the hallway she stops and looks in the mirror. A very tired and very pale girls looks back at her, copying the little movements she makes. Adeline noticed that she is paler than normal and that she looks like she hasn’t slept in years. Letting out a little sigh she was ready to head back to her bedroom. She took one last glance in the mirror and noticed that there was a movement behind her. Whirling around to see what it was she knocks over the vase that was next to her. The vase shattered into a million pieces at her feet and she jumped back into the wall. 
It was just a figment of my imagination. Only my imagination...I hope., she thought. Adeline continues down the hallway as she stepped on a piece of broken vase. The small piece of glass stayed in her foot as she leaned against the cream colored wall. Removing the bloody piece she notices another movement to the right of her and down the hallway against the moonlit wall. 
It’s just me being tired and needing sleep. Taking one last look at her foot Adeline decides that her wound isn't worth patching up. Leaving a trail of blood she makes it down to her bedroom door and looks out the window. The gray clouds are beginning to cover up the moon and make the house a little darker. 
Going into her room and flipping on her light, Adeline flopped on her bed and tried to relax, not caring her light is on. She sighed and found a comfy position to fall asleep in. As she was close to being completely asleep a hand wrapped around her waist, pinning her arms to her side and hauled her up. Before she could scream a hand flew over her mouth to silence her. Adeline struggles and tries to get out of the intruders grasp. 
“Adeline,” the voices small murmur made her think twice about struggling some more. “It's been years. Years since I've seen you. Years since I've talked to you. Now you don't have to worry, because I'm here for you flos meus.”
Adeline sees that her bedroom walls are darker even though her bedroom light is on. Realizing who it is that surrounds them she looks into the mirror. The person who is holding her is stronger. His green eyes are darker and he's staring right at her, his eyes burning into her head as if he is trying to read Adeline's thoughts. She takes one last glance around her room and realizes who surrounds them. They follow the last person she wants to see. The person she has  been thinking about. Adeline sucks in one last breath and hears a small whisper before blacking out. The Unknown. 


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