The Incubus Inside

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
An old assignment from middle school that has resurfaced.

Submitted: September 16, 2014

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The old house

Settles

Creaks

Moans with the

Whipping

Wind

 

I lay

Awake

Ever Conscious of the shadows

Creeping

A shade to the

Incubus

 

Smirking

In the dark

 

The moon

Casts its ever eerie light

Softly through the window

Never bright enough

To slice its way through the shadows

And reveal demons

 

Smirking

In the dark

 

I pull the tousled blankets

Closer around my person

But the cold still

Digs cold daggered icicles

Up my spine

 

The Worn quilts

Are not enough

To warm my

Crystal soul

Any longer

 

So as the

Glacial wind howls

Slamming doors

So loud a splitting crack could be heard

From the wood

 

I venture

Outside of

Of the attic

 

The floorboards

Squeal

As my feet

Lightly pad along the ground

 

I reach the first

Flight of stairs

And float down

As the shadows reach

To try and grasp my

Ankles

 

And pull me down farther

Into a deep dark hell

From which

there is no return

 

The fog there

Is white

And thin

 

I  walk

Paranoid

Understanding what is

To come if

I proceed

 

I don't yet embrace

The truth of the matter

I force the worst lies

Upon myself

 

Ugly and twisting and black

So much so that I must

Scream

To stop myself from

Remembering the day

I was forgotten

 

I try hard

To turn around and

Turn back

To crawl again

Under the worn quilts

To be stronger than

What has possessed me now

 

To slaughter

The incubus

That is

Smirking

In the dark

Of my crystal soul

 

I'm sure

If I turned around once

I could do it again

And never

Turn back to the darkness

 

But I am halfway to

The dark hell

With white fog

Where all

Evil beings must be sent

 

Sucked into the vortex

Sinking in powder quicksand

Embracing the crystal soul

We have inside us

 

I am at the next staircase

I must appear as a ghost

Sunken and pale

Slowly drifting down

Down

Down

 

I am left of the door to the old

Creaky house

The cupboard stands to my right

And stand there.

Inner turmoil rips through me

Up again

Or let the incubus have its way

Rip open the cupboard

Or go up

Or

inhale

The powder fine fog

 

I turn left

Pull open the door

And run

Screaming

In panic

As the incubus pushes back

Whispers

"You want it you need it you want you need it"

My lungs try to burst

As I unleash more pain

Through a shriek

 

And the incubus yells

From my soul

And he rips it

As he thrashes

I collapse

As bugs crawl under my skin

I moan and pull myself closer

To the ocean

Away from the house

Where the incubus thrives

 

I pull myself up of

The misty ground

As the dew on the grass

Reforms

I look over the ocean

Into the moon

As billowing wind

Grabs my hair and I glance

Down as the edge disappears\\

 

Down into the ocean

 

The incubus screeches

And screams

And bugs race under my skin

I close my eyes

 

For a second

Calm embraces me

For the first time

As I toe the edge of the cliff

 

I let myself fall















 


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