Stacy's Demimonde

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A woman walking a dark road, seeing things better left unseen.

Submitted: June 30, 2014

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The road seemed freakishly long and every step further was becoming more unbearable than the one before. The ambience was lurid, all dead shadows from dreams and hopes long gone. Stacy heard urban legends about this street, involving a girl and some violent crime. She never paid attention, after all it’s just a scary story to spook children and idiots, she kept repeating to herself. What kind of physics laws does the spirit of a dead girl connecting with the world of the living through shadows makes sense? None. Yet she was so certain that in a matter of minutes the world is about to reveal it’s true face. A scenography so well adjusted it could fool even the most experienced set of eyes. A scenography that involves ordinary people, driving their cars, living their ordinary life. But behind that and under the strings there are things better left unseen. She was about to come under the first source of light. Magnificent how shadows are created at a heartbeat, play their roles as projection from a Demimonde so empty that it bases its whole existence on how protons react and then vanishes forever, she thought. She took a glimpse at her shadow one second before it got swallowed by the darkness of the night, and she could have sworn that she saw her shadow holding a sharp object. Nonsense, she prompted herself and she rushed her gait. What if I’m about to loose my life today? She questioned, or even worse; what if I witness things today and I live to carry that burden for the rest of my life?

She started to observe things around her. Things that eluded her, as she was sunk in her thoughts. Things like the fact that the only source of noise was her boots crawling on the street tar and her breath, deep and agonizing. Yet she was too scared to look around. Scared that she might witness a teenager shooting heroin covered with old newspapers to keep him warm, or a man arranging the price of a blowjob with a prostitute that her look screams about the cruel joke life played on her. The second source of light was worse, as she immediately felt a hideous presence following her for a moment and then gone. She started running, questioning what she was running from. For every lamp she was passing by, the presence was there wicked and somehow divine. –What are you running from? She heard a voice asking. –I don’t know, I guess from all the filth and pain this world has come too. It’s just too excruciating for my eyes to watch. –Well then, the voice replied, let me help you with that. You can accept this gift I’m offering you and maybe find a door to your salvation, because nothing of dignity is created without grief and sorrow. In order to achieve greatness you must sacrifice great. Let the pain release you, and embrace this feeling for it only lasts a minute. You are about to feel and think feelings and thoughts no one ever did, the voice added and everything froze in time. Stacy turned her head slowly and her shadow was already moving its hand through its eyes. Frame by frame the shadow inserted two sharp objects in its eyes and Stacy blind now fell down the street. As she was bleeding heavily she felt the blood warm on her cheeks. What a blessing, she thought not being able to see anything anymore. She laid down peacefully on the road, inside a pool of fresh blood and after two minutes she opened her eyes. She could see now, see and experience the real world, see people without their masks on. It was the first time she saw someone laughing out of pure happiness. What a celestial feeling.


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