The House On The Edge Of Nowhere

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 29, 2020

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Submitted: February 29, 2020

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It's not a common thing to be awoken by silence. I fixed my eyes on what could've been a beautiful field as I tried to tune out the loud ringing in my ear. Where was I? Or a better question, where was everyone else? How long had I been asleep. Hours? Days? I reached into my pockets trying to find any clue to help me figure out how I'd gotten there. I pulled out a bright yellow lighter from my pocket and suddenly I'm back at home, making gingerbread houses with someone I didn't recognize. Crazy how something that small can take you back in time. I could almost smell the scent of cedar as I held that lighter. Either way, I got anything but answers. 

Sun was bright. It had to be about noon. I started walking towards the road. Figured it had to lead somewhere and that somewhere was definitely better than staying here. I had to get home. Followed the road for hours it seemed and there was not a person in sight. There was something off but it wasn't my problem. Right ? I had been walking for hours at this point hoping a car would pass by. The more I walked, the more I questioned how I got so far in the middle of nowhere. Dehydrated, hungry, I was about to just give up when I saw a house far ahead. 

The house looked old. Two story farmhouse with a lot of land surrounding it. As I'm walking up to it, I notice cameras hidden in the trees surrounding the house. Let me say, they did a horrible job at hiding the cameras. Whoever put them up  wanted visitors to know they were being watched. I walked up to the door and knocked lightly. Maybe I was thinking twice about walking to a stranger's house alone. Knock knock..

  No response. 

I knocked again, this time a little harder and the door pushed open. The house was definitely old. Looked like it had been empty for months. Since no one was around why not scope the place out? Sun was setting and there was no way I was gonna stay outdoors all night. Even though the house looked pretty empty, there was something familiar about it. It felt like home. I walked upstairs to check out the bedrooms. See if there was anything I could use in order to get back home, wherever that was. There were pictures framed upon the walls in the room. There I was. With him. Why could I not remember who this man was?  After searching in almost every single corner of the house, I found a note that read "we'll be okay baby - Nathaniel." I need answers fast. 

 

"Lyla?" His voice was so soft, so comforting. I must admit I kind of jumped up when I heard his keys as he approached the front door. 

 

"Oh honey, we have to do something about this already." He said as he shook his head at me. 

I recognized him from the pictures framed all over the place. Nathaniel. 

 

"Who are you?" .. I couldn't help it. "Why am I in those photos? And where are we ?" The questions just keep coming as I stood there in disbelief. 

 

"I'm your husband, Lyla.. We've been married for over two years." I could tell his heart broke as he finished that last sentence. I was no longer the person he had married and we both knew it. But how was it possible that I couldn't even recognize my own husband? 

 

 "You're getting sick. You don't sleep. You're not eating. And now look at yourself . . You take off at night. That is dangerous, baby! Aren't you scared ?" 

 

I focused my gaze on his lips moving as he spoke.  My focus drifted from his fast moving lips to the sweat drops forming in the top of his forehead. Lies. He was hiding something from me.  He said I was sick. Yet I've never felt so alive.

 

"What is there to be scared of? I'm fine. A little confused, but sure, I'm fine." Truth is, fear wasn't something I felt often. I think I would know if there was something wrong with my own body. Something in my gut did tell me to watch out. But I wasn't scared. Matter fact, I had a feeling it was him who should be afraid. 

 

Many conversations and sleepless nights later, the memories started coming back slowly. I would get flashbacks from our life together throughout my day. Like short movie clips. I guess I was just having a hard time putting them together. It took some time to get used to him again. Apparently this wasn't the first time my mind went blank like that. The visits to the doctor's office we're more and more frequent. Test after test. Nathaniel cared for me so well. He made sure to be at every appointment. In less than a month we were back to normal. There was no doubt he loved me and I loved him. 

 

Our honeymoon stage ended at the flick of a switch. Just like that, everything came to an end. I had a darkness growing inside me. I could feel it spreading like some kind of cancer. Everything was going so fine I didn't want to stress Nathaniel out. It'll pass, right?


 

It didn't. I found myself with the urge to peel off my skin. Pull every single hair off my head. I see what he was talking about. Talking to the doctors was worse than speaking to a brick wall. According to them I was healthy, but you see, healthy people don't get cold sweats every night. Or the sudden adrenaline rushes I get out of nowhere, explain that. It felt like the body I was living in just wasn't mine. Thinking straight just got harder and harder. I feel like anger was clouding my judgement. Never really understood what I was so angry about though. 

 

The one night I was able to fall asleep perfectly fine, was the night I regret the most. Maybe if I would've stayed up things would've gone different. Too late for maybe ifs now. This time it wasn't silence that woke me up. It was the sound of a chain rattling. I open my eyes to find my husband chaining me to our bed. 

 

"What the fuck are you doing?" I barely managed to get those words out of my mouth. Sounded more like a growl. Maybe I would've said more if my jaw wasn't locking so bad. And there it was again, the loud ringing in my ears making me squirm all over the bed trying to make it stop. 

 

"It's ok. It's happening again. But it's ok. We'll get through it." The way he said it made me actually believe him. I tried to lay as still as I could so he could finish tying me up. I had no idea what was going on but I trusted him. He walked around the bed to tie one of my hands to the headboard of the bed. I felt a tear roll down my cheeks before a sharp snap in my spine. He was a little too late this time. I yelled in agony. The pain was unbearable. Only thing I could focus on was that urge to scratch and rip my skin off.

So I did. It sounds gross, I know. I guess it was just instinct. The more I scratched, the more it felt like there was something under my skin. The pain was still there but I couldn't stop. I thought I was hallucinating when I noticed the short hair. It was more like fur. It was coming from under my skin.

Snap, snap, snap. 

Every single bone in my body felt like it was breaking. Rearranging.  I wanted to yell so bad. Make it stop. But I couldn't. The only thing that came out of my mouth when I cried for help was a howl. Like an animal. A wolf. 


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