TheOccupant

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
do not enter the dark

Submitted: November 27, 2007

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A shaft of golden light penetrated the thick darkness, illuminating the dust that floated aimlessly around the dark room.
The light momentarily lighted upon a set of glowing demonic eyes, the owner quickly moving out of the way of the light before it could be spotted grimacing at the pain that shot up from its eyes into its skull.
A man entered the dark room holding a lantern the cause of the light high above his head as if determined to chase off every shadow in the room.
The room’s Occupant moved closer to the man its eyes briefly flaring in excitement. The man was young still a boy to the Occupants reasoning, but he was fat and pampered with little of the muscle and sinew the Occupant despised so much. Fat hung in folds from the man’s arms and belly causing the Occupant to whimper in excitement.
“Any one there?” The man called his voice wavering as if he sensed that any human who had ever occupied the room had long ago been destroyed replaced with a perverted version of life.
“I’m here.” The Occupant whispered, it’s voice more a growl that speech. “You’re here,” it murmured. The man his hearing that of a mere mortals didn’t catch the low pitched voice, nor the quit growls and whimpers.
The man took a few more hesitant steps into the room illuminating more of the dark room clearly seeking a human out in the dark recess.
The Occupant paced the walls of the room, just out side the revealing light of the lantern, its intelligent red eyes alighting upon the door flaring with the intellect that made it a hunter.
Behind the man the door silently closed, the lock clicking into place with out him even noticing, cutting him off from his only means of escape. The man unable to find who he was looking for grunted, irritated turning to leave the room with the shadows that caused nervous sweat to bead across his forehead and under his arms.
His vision filled with a demonic red glow blocking everything else from view. “Were here,” It whispered, the red glow of its eyes fading back into the black of the shadows.
The man began to shake; his teethe chattering from fear, nervous sweat poured from his body in waves drenching his clothes. “The two of us are here,” The Occupant whispered from out of the darkness.
The man whimpered the lamp dropping from nerveless fingers plunging the room into impenetrable darkness. The Occupant crept forward its movement no longer impeded by the searing light. The Occupant took a deep breath; the overwhelming smell of terrified prey filled his nostrils causing a snarl to erupt from his throat.
The mans whimpering became more insistent until it turned into a terrible keening sound soon replaced by screams and sobs, ripping and tearing, feasting and drinking.
In only minutes the room was again as silent as a tome, not even the sound of a beating heart broke the stillness. “I’m here,” the Occupant, whispered it guttural voice filled with contempt. “Alone, alive.” The Occupant’s eyes flared bright with the joy of the kill, the red glow illuminating the room that was empty save for the Occupant not even a drop of blood marred the décor. The red glow began to fade briefly glinting off foot long curved teethe, tipped in blood. “Alone,”


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