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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A demon child channels evil energy to a pedophile in the real world through a small replica city.

Submitted: April 18, 2013

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The Box


In a?? ?recess, in a deep unforgotten labyrinth of hell. Set aside for demons trapped forever in the guise of a child. In this particular playroom dwelt a particular demon vyab'voreii; she was young and beautiful. Trough endless halls and horrific corridors you would eventually stumble upon her playroom, on a seal above the locked door was the inscription"iktis vin die" "?e?? ??de? ??d ?b??e, e?e? ?? ??e??? ??e be?????" which vaguely translates to hell and her smile are beautiful. Vyab was sealed in her chamber for eternity, but she has not been banished or punished; for inside her chambers houses varieties of games and toys for her amusement. Her main chamber resembled a Childs fantasy; full of banners, toys of all types, sound makers and costumes. Vyab never grew lonely that often - for even though she had all toys she could ever imagine there was one piece of amusement that she favored above all others. She called it the model or the fun place - it was located to the side of her main chamber, inside was a replica community of a place she had never seen. There was a road, houses, trees and many places for the people to go; her attention had more focused on more morbid fantasies than just observing the people of her small town. Known not to the people of this replica city; for it truly exists on earth as it does in her playroom from hell - the inhabitants become characters observed through invisible piercing eyes. For many ages she lingered in the fun place, she had watched closely for sometime before interjecting her direct influence into her stage; for that is how she viewed these peoples lives - players on a stage; unknownst to them but directed on strings like a puppet-master and the marionette.
Her favorite character had become a wolf in sheep clothing named Gerry. Gerry lied alot, she loved to watch him lie, she enjoyed to see him stumble on the words he tried to create in any situation, but above all else she loved the deranged perverted fantasies that lurked in his mind right below the physical surface. Horrific images of pleasure and fear. For Gerry loved fear, fear is what drives him and satisfies him.
For a very long time Vyab watched and enjoyed her new favorite activity; observing Gerry - times were very good. Gerry's sexual urges grow and he formulates plans; not intelligent plans, enough to not get caught but plans nonetheless. Vyab will often appear in his dreams and reassure him of his thoughts and actions, ensuring Gerry entertains her in the near future. For if there is one thing she enjoys it is to watch an innocent child in absolute fear.
The times were dark now for many, the blind living in this warped community unseeingly dictated by a child from hell. The demon Vyab understood little of the place or time she was viewing - time was different in hell. People got in vehicles; one or together through separate entrances and would travel quickly across the paths they had created. There were signals and signs and symbols, which she vaguely recognized or attempted to memorize; her mind was more like a reptile or an insect. She noticed them staring onto images on boards that changed or repeated and created hundreds of images and sounds, she envied this device - for she had no toy similar to that - besides the fun place.
Vyab would often take breaks or extended breaks from the fun place - depending on time and attention, in cases there are long boring times in the fun place - so instead of being bored she will go try another toy in a different room.
Gerry watched the board alot. Vyab watched Gerry watch it sometimes. Vyab also noticed when certain people  look at the board the board changes for that person, the image and sounds as well. The images Gerry creates were sometimes exactly what Vyab approved of. Images of fear and perversion - sexual acts, unspeakable acts. Vyab coached Gerry much more than usual, driving the images into real situations. Vyab convinces him through dreamscapes that he the actions must take place, he must create sacrifices and entertain the both of us. Gerry obeyed.
For many seasons Gerry had done it the same way. Lived exactly the same way - always watching, always knowing through eavesdropping or blatant information gathering. If there was a new couple moving near - Gerry knew how to ensnare false trust through direct application of self in hopes of reaping the benefit one day from their harvest. A grim harvest to become, patience is key involved in unspeakable acts. Gerry has experience in administering these horrific feelings but hides them directly in the open like a brightly painted stone in a clear pond.
After the acts Gerry becomes very nervous for days and then weeks. When he confronts Vyab about his sin she merely laughs or completely ignores his cries, Gerry has been caught before, he must maintain this charade the rest of his life - while always clinging on in the back of his mind "one more time."
Gerry had neighbors that he had instilled false trust over time. Gerry was unkempt, toothless, had a grimy/stale smell that lingered about himself and clothing. He often wore a hat and big glasses on his face if authority was present. Gerry always remembered those summer nights; mostly in a blur - for he had lived alone after prison and truck-driving. These were charges he had acquired shortly after his military service in Vietnam, where he had got the original taste for this demonic obsession. Gerry had managed to get approval to have welfare, which he collects and complains isn't enough. Gerry will then save the money for bribery or videos for himself. He has successfully bribed authorities for a Childs life for $2000 - which he saves in chunks as safety nets.
Gerry lives in fear most of the day of an unknown presence or aura of extreme guilt, tormented soul puppeted through his own demonic ambitions. Gerry is sometimes afraid of the dark and is terrorified of thunder. Gerry's only view is the street and the abandoned home across the street. That house, boarded windows, Victorian style porch and a chained cellar. Gerry will watch as often lights will flicker through the cracks in the windows at night. The other neighbors in the area pay no mind to the lights.

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VA becomes bored at this time to notice a piece of parchment had been slid under her door. She quickly retrieves it to notice it is not encrusted but merely folded in half. She unfolds to find a message in sharp black ink ".?????? ??? ????? ??? ??? ??? ????" she attempts to translate, hell is to a thunderbolt - it seems to cut off to her. Vyeb becomes perplexed and must sit for a very long time.
Whom could have delivered this fragmented message? She has lived in this sealed chamber for longer than she can remember, she has never seen the halls and corridors or through a looking glass or window. She never has visitors, family, or friends. She also does not speak this language but is aware of it. For the knowledge of demons and tongues is strong - even in children.

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It was late summer for Gerry, he had stewed on his life of no prospects and meager handout style living - his stubborn refusal to work paired with his low intelligence and unskilled training make him the perfect candidate for these styles of handouts. He is shocked to see a new vehicle parked in front of the house across the street. Immediately Gerry made it his business to retain the vacancy in that property. Gerry approached the man getting out of the vehicle and immediately informed him that someone lived there and that he would have to leave. The individual in the black car stepping out looked up at Gerry, he bore on over his hunched shoulders a heavy enforced coat with long hanging garments below, his faced was masked in deep blue and he said nothing. He stared and stood at Gerry for a long moment - produced a box of items from the back seat of his vehicle and disappeared soundlessly into the house.
Gerry did not now sleep well, he had been strung along in a world he understood and he could view himself as god - or through someone elses eyes. Gerry could only feel like god by using that much fear, grown women he had found are much too troublesome with phones and places in society. Gerry was not a brave or strong man, so if he cannot succeed with a woman in any fashion he will create a simpler prey, a child. Gerry was fascinated in these types of acts and had viewed content of this nature very unsercurely in the past. He has been caught before, he knows he is a guilty man and also that the promises made from demons are repaid with laughter. This new neighbor of his worries him to the core of reality. He must of bought that property yesterday and plans to live here right across from him. The others, the other neighbors are lulled into a deceived version of reality Gerry creates like a magician on a stage, they are like goldfish in an aquarium. Gerry is worried if this man will find out anything about him or notice anything happening directly in front of him.

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Vyeb returned to the fun place after her hiatus with the letter. She viewed it for a very long time - different standard of time between demons and humans.
She received mystery and shock; there was a new vehicle parked across from Gerry. Although often she is bored of Gerry and she despises his very soul she enjoys the actions he preforms. Vyeb knows he will never stop and she knows he is capable of continual lie.
Vyeb waitied throughout the period of a few days before someone emerged from that house previously uninhabited. The entrance came from the cellar door, which Vyeb believed was chain locked at some point in the past. Upon this individual arriving he managed to unchain that door unnoticed by Gerry or Vyeb. It was a tall man, lurched horrifically and limbs lanky coupled with rigid movements. He wore a blue veil under a hood and had the same coat on from the time Gerry had confronted him. Vyeb had not yet seen him. He stepped out holding some kind of deranged metal tool in his hand. He stepped out and stood before the small old women style trailer of Gerry and tilted his head after a moment. Then without a word he walked to his right and then down the block on the left into the woods. Bells ringing as he walked and moved. Always bells ringing in his pocket.

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The sound of the bells had been a harbinger to this masked individual in pale deeply cold stale nights split open by the soft ring of bells and a deranged masked maniac with a weapon intended for fatal blows. This was the image created by some that lived nearby, after time it became clear that the intentions of the man in the veil is unknown and is to remain that way. His presence is very real and is a horror from some unknown Victorian age. Often at night he can seen staring out the window at Gerry through the darkness, like the owl of queen samaramis,never blinking. Tilted masked face emerging out the window and watching your every move. He was watching Gerry very intently and for long periods of time. Gerry jumped and squealed like a pig under a gate. On countless occasions Gerry had tried to remove this gingival through authority figures. Abusing his unearned titles and false senses of accomplishment
The authorities had detained this indidvual on three occasions, the third being the most severe. Gerry has bribes on standby and is not going to confront any man or adult for that matter.
This was the only good time for Gerry, for after his acts he has waste. The waste must be disposed of in a somewhat timely fashion. Gerry is not an intelligent man by any means. He can almost string a few sentences together, especially if the sentences are short. The bodies get wrapped unceremoniously  in garbage bags and then laid on a tarp inside the van Gerry owned. Occasionally Vyeb would get curious about Gerry getting rid of the bodies and would watch him do it. Always wondering if he will get caught or not. The excuse Gerry created for this tarp and business was he was going to the river to get some rocks to bring back. That explains why the seat is taken out of the van and there is a tarp and garbage bags in it. That is very brilliant for Gerry so he uses that as his story. The bodies do end up in the river, sometimes he throws them in storm drains. Gerry never goes far and always keeps his door open to watch everyone around him, by doing this he can plan the opportune time to dispose of them. It only takes around an hour for this task for him. The van was ideal for this transport, there was worry - about that man across the street, he watches too and watches Gerry alot. He noticed Gerry one night and is curious why Gerry never leaves and always watches everyone or why he has the tarp in his van and the pornographic material scattered around like celebratory confetti.

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Vyeb was also curious about the mask appearing and stalking about. She referred to him as the boy with the bells. He stared out the windows for hours, lurked through the halls of that deranged living quarters on all fours sometimes. Melting into shadows and sitting there in catatonic like states. Vyeb knew he was ensnared to some spirit or entity, but at this time she could not reveal this information. The man in the mask speaks in tongues and recites chants of unforgotten horror and often demonic origin but of which I am not aware; for I conclude it to be gibberish to anything I am aware of. The ringing of those bells irrigates her ears and makes her flush with childish rage. This individual, this veiled one, means to destroy Gerry, that is very apparent to Vyeb. She must protect Gerry at all cost. She will sleep and dream and a plan will come to her to get rid of the boy with the bells.

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