The Host.

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

This short story is about supernatual entities.

Have you ever wondered what that feeling is when you run quickly down the stairs because you fear something's chasing you? Me too.

I usually keep a diary about me as I regularly use it to fill in important dates or generally what went on in the day, I'm going to start of on a Wednesday that's the day it all started. The time was 7:45pm, today had been like any other day i got up had a shower grabbed my breakfast and just lay around listening to music all day. By 10o'clock I had got bored of my music and I went to switch on the tv. The Television let out a loud sound, the sound was unearthly, almost like something was scratching from inside, this startled me, as this is the first time it had happened I just passed it off as this being an old tv. I sat waiting for the tv to load up, 10 minutes past and the tv had not switched on I left it thinking it was just a new box update or something along those lines, the time was now 10:45pm, it had gotten dark fast outside this had unnerved me as some 30 minutes ago it was broad daylight, the tv had still not switched on. I went to the kitchen to run myself a hot water bottle, the tap started running almost instantaneously the water started spluttering and then it was not coming out. By now I needed the toilet maybe it was the quick temperature change that made me, but for certain I needed to go now. I ran upstairs switching on the landing light, the bulb dimmed and started flashing I proceeded to the bathroom. I always did feel at my most vulnerable whilst using the toilet I say to myself constantly \"All my fears were all irrational and just part of being a young 15 year old\", my trail of thoughts went onto homework, I had lots of it but instantly my thought bubble was broken as I heard a creak from behind me I turned quickly expecting to see some half human monstrosity but was surprised to see nothing. I started walking back towards the stairs. Bare foot I walked, but just by the landing the floor was ice cold, now this creeped me out I ran downstairs the tele was on static I switched to channel three...nothing. I didn't feel awake at all I went and got my hot water bottle and proceeded to the living room. I switched on my laptop and watched a couple of videos purely just to change my mood and make me forget about the events of earlier. I fell asleep... A loud thud woke me up it was 9am my mind was still hung up on the events of the previous night. I went on wiki and searched, a story came up the only result I opened the page it said \"THERE'S A PLACE CALLED EVAK WHERE SPIRITS WITH EMOTIONAL ANGER DWELL, SO CALLED DEMONS LIVE, THEY LURK IN THE SHADOWS THEY DON'T LIKE BEING WATCHED SO THEY SNEAK UP ON THERE VICTIMS TO TRY AND HOST THEM, THIS IS WHEN DEMONS TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR BODY\". This shocked me as I would of never contemplated this. I went about my day as usual just a bit more weary. It reached 6pm, I needed the toilet I set up my phone and stuck it to my neck and hit record and went upstairs. Thoughts of creatures, monsters anything with insidious intentions would be lurking in the dark areas. I stood still not wanting a wobbly image. I finished up and walked downstairs I hit stop just as I hit the bottom of the stairs. I immediately plugged my phone into my laptop and hit play. The video showed nothing during my time in the bathroom I watched steadily as I walked down the stairs and nothing. I went to make myself a drink to calm my nerves I came back into the room and watched the video one last time nothing again until I hit the third step. There in the corner of the stairway was a sinister looking ghostly presence it seemed like it was moving... It was, it went straight towards me almost as if it went into my ... Back. I rushed over to the mirror and took off my top I turned to see my back. And there in the middle of my back a face pushing up my skin eyes wide,mouth open it was...smiling. The tv switched on static ... It switched on to a black screen it came up red blooded writing oozed onto the screen it spelt GAME OVER!!! I fell towards the floor clutching my stomach I guess i was being Hosted ...


Submitted: July 14, 2013

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