Innocence In Darkness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Dr. Howards meets with a young girl that has a tie to the Darkness. Trying to discover the truth behind her haunting, he finds more than he feared possible.

Submitted: May 17, 2018

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“As she spoke, so too did the Darkness.”

 

March 11th 1978: 
 
Tomorrow I will be meeting with a family who fear for their daughters sanity. A young perfectly healthy girl by all accounts. Emily, she is only nine years old. Her father, Jack Thistle says she likes to go into the darkest parts of their home, and commune with some unknown entity. 
 
I am intrigued by this because, I have heard much of children talking to the spirits of the dead. I would like to take this opportunity to interview her, and better understand this phenomenon. I have been exploring a theory that the darkness is much more than what we think it is. Unable to prove anything without sounding mad myself, I still strive to seek the truth. 
 
Her parents are convinced it is some passing phase she is going through. They have talked with me at length, about waking up in the still of night when the sky is at its darkest. They find her, young Emily, sitting alone in the corner of her room; just out of reach of the moon light pouring  from her open window. Whispering and giggling with something that does not seem to be there at all. At first they simply thought she was playing with an imaginary friend, which is most often the case with young children. Their imagination runs wild. Creating beings, friends to help them through their lonely, sleepless nights. Usually someone who can relate to them on a level most adults cannot.
 
Emily is different, however, she obtains knowledge of current events, almost as if she was there while it happened. First hand descriptions of events scarcely covered in the newspaper. Some events she would speak of happened in other countries. After doing some research, I found the date and time of the events she spoke to be correct. She would even speak about the horrors of the concentration camps from the holocaust. Things not yet taught to her in school. Reports the Thistle family gave me were quite chilling, and I am eager to speak with Emily.
 
-Dr. Philip Howards.
 
Dr. Howards sat in his usual chair while waiting for the Thistle family to arrive at his home. Well lit and well kept, his abode was spotless. “A place for everything, and everything in its place.” He would say to himself while he tidied up around the home. He lived alone seeking comfort in knowledge, not people. Even though people were his main source of income. He would seek out the unordinary, and those deemed “unwell” by normal society. His motives were not purely selfless in nature. More often than not he would find those who would be in contact with the other side. Not mediums or psychics, but those who were afraid of what they would encounter. Those unable to explain what was happening to them. He sought not only to help guide them back to their sanity, but to gain insight as well. Insight into a realm he fervently wanted to learn more about. 
 
The chime of his doorbell rang throughout his home as the Thistle family arrived that late afternoon. Jack was the first one in. A tall rugged man, built for hard labor. Followed by his wife, Eleanor. A dainty thing, with well kept blond hair braided neatly running down her back. Her eyes a piercing ice blue. Philip caught himself lingering on them, perhaps a few moments too long. Lastly their daughter Emily shyly entered the home. She had dark hair unlike her mother. It was kept short, just shoulder length. Her eyes were a dark golden brown. She was dressed in her sunday best; a beautiful black and silver dress. Philip greeted each one in turn until Emily, who looked up him at him timidly.
 
“Hello Emily. I have heard so much about you.” he said gently with a warm smile on his face as he squatted down to her eye level. “I hear you have made friends with the dark.” She giggled at him.
 
“That is a funny thing to say! You can’t be friends with the dark.” Still smiling at him she walked passed, returning to her mother's side. 
 
“Please, where are my manners? Come, have a seat in my study.” He lead them through his house. There was not much in the way of decor. A very simple house, lined with many old bookshelves. Each row free of dust and other such debris. Making small talk for a moment, Jack spoke up.
 
“This is a lovely home you have here Doctor. Thanks again for inviting us here, and helping Emily.” 
 
“No need to thank me. Hers is a very interesting case, one I have not seen before.” He opened the door and motioned for them to step inside his study. “Please, after you.” Closing the door behind himself, he walked around his heavy oak desk to take a seat. Emily was sat down on the other side of his desk in front of him; her parents reassuring her everything would be fine. “Don’t be scared now Emily. I am just going to ask a few questions and show you a few pictures.” She nodded her head to him in reply. The doctor took out three cards with random ink splotch patterns on them. “I want you to tell me what you see. Just the first thing that pops up in your mind.” He flipped over the first card and set it in front of her.
 
“I see a butterfly with his wings spread open, like he is trying to fly!” she said excitedly. A twinkle of happiness gleamed in her eyes now. “That’s pretty. Show me another one.” Philip pulled out the next card and set it on top of the previous one. Emily’s expression changed suddenly as she looked at it. “I see a girl.” she said quietly.
 
“Is that all you see, Emily?” Philip asked her gently. She looked down and shook her head. “What else do you see in this picture?”
 
“The girl looks trapped by darkness.” Her parents began to look worried by her response. Pressing on, Dr. Howards set the last of the three cards on top of the pile in front of her. She looked at it with a fearful gaze. “I see the same girl again, but this time the darkness is going inside her.” Her tone was flat, making it hard to tell what she was thinking.
 
“Does that make you afraid, Emily?” he asked softly. She shook her head again, avoiding eye contact with the doctor; her parents still looking on in wonderment. Her very presence seemed to change from that of a shy young girl to something darker. “Do you ever get scared in the dark? It’s ok if you do. I was scared of the dark once too.” Emily glared up at Philip as if insulted.
 
“I’m not scared of the dark. It’s where my friend lives.” Perplexed by this Philip paused for a moment. Her mother let out an audible gasp after hearing her answer.
 
“What is the name of your friend?” Emily shrugged her shoulders, and shook her head.
 
“I don’t know how to say it, so he lets me call him whatever I like. Usually I just call him Daxi.”
 
“He told you his name? That’s a special friend you have there.” Trying to hide his surprise at Emily's answer, he kept his tone calm and reserved. “What else does he tell you, Emily?” He took out a notepad and set it on his desk. “Does he ever tell you bad things?” The wind outside began to pick up quickly. A noise started outside the window, where a low swinging branch would hit against the glass.
 
“Sometimes he tells me scary things. I don’t like it when he does, but he says ‘I must know’.” She raised air quotations as she said it. “He tells me about all the things people do when they think no one is looking. He even told me about you, Doctor.” She locked eyes with Dr. Howards as she spoke now. “He said you have been searching for him; that you are scared of what happened in that cave.” Philip stopped in the middle of writing and looked at her again. She was just smiling at him innocently. “He wants you to know that no matter how much light you bring into your house, he is there.”  Philip was visibly shaken by her words. Emily gently tilted her head to one side. “Why are you afraid? He likes you, and is thankful for what you did back then.” Despite her innocence, her words had dark meaning. Abruptly the lights in the room began to flicker, causing her parents to startle. 
 
“What’s going on? What happened in the cave she is talking about, Dr. Howards?” Her father, Jack demanded. The sun had mostly set by now and very little natural light was coming into the house. The darkness seemed to creep from every corner as if to envelope everything.
 
“She has quite an imagination I’m afraid.” Philip replied trying to remain staunch. Suddenly the lights flickered their last, and everything went dark. Only the slightest bit of light came through the window, illuminating the room. Eleanor shrieked, frightened by the sudden darkness that seemed to swallow everything. Reaching into his pants pocket, he pulled out a lighter he used for smoking his pipe. Sparking the lighter to life, the flame helped better light the room. “It’s quite alright. Must have been a strong breeze that threw the power out. I have a flashlight around here, let me just try to…” He froze mid sentence as he went to stand to his feet. He looked at Emily to see her sitting there unafraid, and unmoving. Her eyes had lost all their color. Blacker than the night itself, she gazed at him intensely. “Emily!? Are you alright? What has happened to your eyes!?”
 
“These are not her eyes.” a voice replied. Everything seemed frozen in time. Jack and Eleanor remained seated with a panicked expression, but sat perfectly still. The branch that was rapping against the window had ceased. The dancing flame from the lighter was all that was moving. “I am what you have been searching for. These long years of study and seclusion have led you to me. You have been too blind to see that I have been with you since your conception.” The voice was not sinister in tone, but very dark. Impossible for a young girl to speak in such a way. “I see all. I hear all. I am timeless, and I am endless. I am both the deepest oceans, and the highest places. You are here because I will it to be so. You seek truth, Philip Lucian Howards. A truth you cannot fathom. I am neither evil, nor benevolent. I am the spaces in between.” These fleeting moments passed like centuries, as all around him was frozen in time; hanging on every word the young girl spoke. For it was not the girl now, but something darker. “I have been since before there was light, and I will be after. You will seek me out again. I have foreseen it. You will be my herald, and together we will bring a new age unto this world.
 
“I will never help you bring the world into darkness!” Philip shouted with what little strength he could muster. Emily’s dark host erupted into laughter.
 
“This world is already darker than you can possibly imagine.” The laughter slowly faded away. Emily was calmly sitting in her chair looking up at Philip. Her parents were looking on in confusion. 
 
“Well are you gonna find the flashlight or not? I don’t want her to start talking to the dark again.” Jack said firmly. “She always mutters strange things when the lights go out like this.” Snapping back to reality, Philip looked at them all. They were entirely unaware of what happened just moments ago. “Maybe we will just come back another time. We should leave before this storm rolls in. Thank you for your help Doctor.”
 
“You are right. I heard a storm was coming tonight, must have lost track of time. Please, let me walk you to your car.” He gave one more passing glance to Emily who simply smiled back at him with her golden brown eyes. Carefully he escorted them through the house and to their car. A crack of thunder rolled across the heavens as they drove off. Emily looked back through the rear window and waved to Phillip. Lightning lit the night sky, revealing her terrible pitch black eyes once more.
 
March 26th 1978:
 
It has been nearly two weeks since I heard from the Thistle family. Grave news was brought to my attention this morning. After last seeing them, the strange occurrences had gotten worse. What I have read strikes as both appalling and fascinating to me. Shortly after the events that happened on the evening of March 12th, Emily simply vanished from their home. No sign of her has been found. She left everything behind. She did not take any belongs or extra clothes, not even her own shoes. One thing she did leave behind on her wooden desk was a frightful drawing, made with black crayon. The Thistle family was kind enough to forward it to me for examination. The police said she must have ran away from home, but I fear it something more than that. The way she looked at me with those eyes. The way she spoke...something was with her. Taking control of her will, and manipulating everything around her. I hope that her body and mind are intact. She has been missing for over a week according to the reports. I have also come to learn that she is not the biological daughter of Jack and Eleanor Thistle. They adopted her one year prior to our meeting. After pulling some strings, I was able to discover that her strange, dark habits have been with her since she was able to speak. The orphanage simply withheld that information from the Thistle family; dooming them into a life of loss and sorrow. I hope that our paths may cross again. I would love to talk with her again, for as she spoke so too did the Darkness. 
 
- Dr. Phillip Howards
 


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