Post by AmpharosUltimatum on Oct 9, 2012 22:02:28 GMT -5
NOTE: Some language may be mature - but no more in those novels you buy in the teen section of Books 'n Co.
Everyone knows the story about the boogeyman and how he kidnaps children. In some stories he uses candy to lure them in to murder them. In some stories he rapes the children. In some stories…he doesn’t just target children.
I bet you knew all of that without me even needing to mention it to you. I bet your parents and grandparents ran those stories into the ground, didn’t they? I bet you didn’t know that those stories were actually real.
I bet you didn’t guess that I happened to be intended to lure this disgusting creature out to kidnap and rape me. Just so a couple curious kidnappers could get their fix; tracking me, watching it rape me, watching it shred my body with its claws and fangs. That’s right. These jackasses intend for me to be murdered, but they don’t want to do it themselves.
So, because of them I’m sitting inside this musty, dilapidated house awaiting some monster to come have its way with me and then murder me. How’s that for a way for someone’s life to end?
I, personally, think it’s absolute shit.
Part of me is okay with this, though. Part of me still believes in the tiny chance that all of these stories could be just urban legends.
It would be a little easier for that part to stay dominant if these creepy sounds didn’t keep happening. A tiny part of me hopes these sounds are being made by police with search dogs, but I know all too well that dogs don’t make these kinds of sounds.
I’ve heard something that sounds almost like a low, deep throated growl that turns into a hiss, and dogs don’t by any means hiss. I can’t figure out where it’s coming from, either. It almost seems to be all around me; in the air itself. I haven’t heard anything else, either; just variations of these growl-hisses. No footsteps or anything.
I’m sure I’ve been here for hours, too, and I just can’t keep finding the hope to keep going on through the night. Especially knowing that I’m being left chained here for however long it takes for this thing to find me, and I know damned well that they aren’t going to keep feeding me and giving me water. I don’t even know that they’ll give me any food or water at all, really. I just hope so… I’m hungry.
I’m scared…
“I can smell your fear,” something rumbled near me. “No need to think about it.”
Frantically, I looked all around me in an attempt to find the source of the voice. My heart pounded in my chest and my throat went dry. There was no way I had just heard that. There was no way that whatever that was knew I was scared. It’s way too dark in here for any normal person to see.
No need to think about it.
I shuddered. What did that mean, exactly? Does it – whatever it is – know what I’m thinking? Does it know about those men? Does it know about my situation? Does it know that those men have no qualms about me starving or dying by any other means here in this old, abandoned house?
“Hello?” I called, my voice barely more than a squeak. I hadn’t realized until now just how scared I really was. A desperate wish for freedom was all that I could really think about, now, other than that disembodied voice.
Suddenly a mist swirled in front of me, slowly coming together into a more solid form of what must have been the legendary boogeyman. I gasped, clasping my hands to my mouth not wanting to scream for fear it would anger him – it? Tears welled in my eyes as I inched away from the form as far as I could go.
“Now… Where do you think you’re headed off to? You can’t get very far at all with those chains on you.” He almost seemed to appear beside me, kneeling by my legs. “Would you like them off?”
In the meager amount of light that was available I could almost make out his features. Well enough to tell for sure that his hair was very light, maybe even white, and that his skin was barely darker, but with dark markings all over it. The markings seemed to crawl all along his body as they were also on his hands.
Before I slipped up and admitted wanting to be free thoughts of just what he could, and most likely would, do to me raced through my mind. I gulped, wishing he would just leave; wishing that none of this had ever happened to me.
“You just believe anything you’re told don’t you? You would rather stay here and let those two fools starve you to death? Is that what you want? To end up like all the other girls and children they kidnapped?”
I flinched at the edge his voice had taken and mumbled a no.
“I’ve tried to free all of the fools that come to these ‘channels’; places that people think contain a high amount of spiritual energy. Yet, century after century it’s the same shit. None of them want to be freed because no one realizes that there is indeed someone doing the kidnapping, but it isn’t me. By no means is it me. The only thing they have right is that I’m drawn to fear. I don’t feed off of fear, though. I don’t feed off of anything of this world.”
By now I was sobbing. The anger in his voice combined with my building fear was just too much for me to handle. I didn’t want to die, especially not this young. I was only sixteen. I still had my whole life ahead of me. Still, I wasn’t ready to trust him just yet.
“Now, think about it. I’m your only chance to escape. Will you take it?”
“No…” I whimpered, trying to curl myself into a tight ball.
“Annabelle!” he snapped, scaring me more.
“NO!” I cried. “Why do you know my name? Why are you trying so hard to trick me?”
“I’m not trying to trick you,” he growled. By now I was certain that this boogeyman was a ‘he’.
I paid no attention to him. He wasn’t going to tell me the truth, and either way I would die. I decided that there was no point in trying anymore; that I should just give up and accept my fate. Maybe I would become a ghost and be able to tell my parents good-bye when I starved, died of thirst, or however I end up going. Regardless it’ll be soon.
He groaned, but he didn’t leave. I could just feel him beside me. It was like when you feel like someone that isn’t there is watching you. I’m certain that during those moments a ghost is with you. I just couldn’t figure out why he was giving off this kind of energy. Humans never did. Then again, most humans never felt what I felt.
He must never have been human, then, I reasoned. It was the only conclusion I could come to.
Suddenly he was gone. Startled, I sat up straight and looked around the room.
I was completely alone again. For some reason his departure upset me a little. I hadn’t been so lonely with him sitting beside me.
“Get in here! Hurry up!” I heard from outside the house; the voice of one of the men that had kidnapped me and chained me up here.
“Please tell me she’s dead. I don’t want to clean up anything,” grumbled the voice of the other man that brought me here.
“Uh…” the other man opened the door and looked over at me, shining a flashlight in my face. I squeezed my eyes against the light, but kept quiet. “Nope. She’s still alive.”
“Dammit…” the other grumbled, stepping inside, also with a flashlight.
Behind him I saw a strange glint from the rafters. I bit my lip knowing full well there was nothing shiny up there. That meant that the only thing it could have been would have to be the boogeyman that I’d just met. I shuddered from the thought.
“Hah, you scared?” I looked back over at them, regretting it straight away as cold metal touched my forehead.
I swallowed and shook my head. “Not scared at all. Nothing here.”
“Oh, you got guts, huh? Even with a gun pointed to your head you have attitude. Well, attitude this!”
I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut again, knowing I’d be dead soon; that he was already pulling the trigger and that there was no way he would miss.
A high pitched ringing echoed through the building followed by two thuds. Shaking, I opened my eyes to look and saw the two men laying on the floor twitching and jerking.
“What the…”
A loud bang rattled the building and pain shot through my chest. Tears filled my eyes as I screamed, holding my breast.
That’s when I noticed a pair of boots in the light of the flashlights. Slowly, I looked up and saw his face again, clearer this time.
“Will you accept my help, now? I intended for them to miss you with that shot, but it seems my intentions went a little bad.”
My lip quivered. “You did this?”
“Yes.” He seemed utterly unfazed by the two frothy, mouthed men beside him. “They will soon die from the nightmares I have given them. Now, will you accept my help? If not you will be without food and water. You will die slowly. Painfully. Do you want that?”
I swallowed, tears flowing down my cheeks like rivers. “No, but it isn’t as if I can help it.”
“You’re right, but you have someone in front of you offering to help, yet you keep denying it.”
I looked away from him. I didn’t want to accept help from this man – if you could even call him that. I had no idea what it would entail. What if in return I was made to be a sex slave, or something horrible like that? He is the boogeyman, and there are no good stories about him.
“I have a name. You don’t need to keep referring to me in such a way. It’s derogatory.”
I looked over at his glaring face through my watery eyes. “So? I’d rather not suffer by what you may do to me.”
“But you would like to live your last few days with no food or water and guaranteed infection and pain? I can give you whatever you desire. I can give you power if you so want it. I can heal your wound and take away the bullet if you so want it. Just fucking tell me you want help! I am not watching another woman die!”
“Then don’t watch!” I screamed, crying harder, now.
“Then let me save you!” he yelled, taking the chains at my ankles and pulling on them for emphasis. “I can’t do a damned thing until you say you want my help!”
“Prove that you can!” I screamed again, too upset to control my tone.
This time he didn’t speak, but he glared at me. That’s when I noticed how light I felt; like nothing was weighing me down. The chains had faded and were completely gone.
Before I could stand and attempt to leave he pushed me down, slamming his hand hard on my chest. I screamed, feeling it push harder and harder against me until it felt like I couldn’t breathe. I raised my head to look and see what he was doing and saw his hand inside my chest.
My eyes went wide and I screamed louder.
“Stop!” I yelled. “Please stop! It hurts!”
“And it will for a while. Deal,” he grumbled, taking his hand away, but quickly substituting it for his other hand.
This time he didn’t push down so hard, but it felt like my skin was melding together under his palm. My heart raced. I couldn’t make sense of what was happening. Fear gripped at my heart and lungs making my breath quick and short.
Finally he was done and took his other hand away, and to my astonishment my chest felt back to normal. It no longer felt painful or as if it was bleeding.
My tears still wouldn’t let up. Looking over at him I fully intended to apologize, but saw that he was barely visible to me.
“What’s going on?” I squeaked, the fear no longer willing to fade.
“Nothing. Just worn out,” he mumbled. “Now… Do you believe me?”
I hung my head. I hadn’t wanted to wear him out. Somehow I knew that had I accepted his help earlier he wouldn’t be so tired.
“What will happen to you?” I asked quietly.
“Nothing. I just need to rest. Sleep. They’re dead. They won’t hurt you. Nor will I. I’ll see you in the morning if you call.”
“Wha…?” I looked over where he was, but he was no longer there for me to see. Yet I could still feel him.
Disappointed and unsure of how I should ‘call’ him in the morning I curled up on the hardwood flooring too tired to care, and soon I fell asleep.
Sincerely yours
Chapter 1: Sweet, Innocent Bait
Chapter 1: Sweet, Innocent Bait
Everyone knows the story about the boogeyman and how he kidnaps children. In some stories he uses candy to lure them in to murder them. In some stories he rapes the children. In some stories…he doesn’t just target children.
I bet you knew all of that without me even needing to mention it to you. I bet your parents and grandparents ran those stories into the ground, didn’t they? I bet you didn’t know that those stories were actually real.
I bet you didn’t guess that I happened to be intended to lure this disgusting creature out to kidnap and rape me. Just so a couple curious kidnappers could get their fix; tracking me, watching it rape me, watching it shred my body with its claws and fangs. That’s right. These jackasses intend for me to be murdered, but they don’t want to do it themselves.
So, because of them I’m sitting inside this musty, dilapidated house awaiting some monster to come have its way with me and then murder me. How’s that for a way for someone’s life to end?
I, personally, think it’s absolute shit.
Part of me is okay with this, though. Part of me still believes in the tiny chance that all of these stories could be just urban legends.
It would be a little easier for that part to stay dominant if these creepy sounds didn’t keep happening. A tiny part of me hopes these sounds are being made by police with search dogs, but I know all too well that dogs don’t make these kinds of sounds.
I’ve heard something that sounds almost like a low, deep throated growl that turns into a hiss, and dogs don’t by any means hiss. I can’t figure out where it’s coming from, either. It almost seems to be all around me; in the air itself. I haven’t heard anything else, either; just variations of these growl-hisses. No footsteps or anything.
I’m sure I’ve been here for hours, too, and I just can’t keep finding the hope to keep going on through the night. Especially knowing that I’m being left chained here for however long it takes for this thing to find me, and I know damned well that they aren’t going to keep feeding me and giving me water. I don’t even know that they’ll give me any food or water at all, really. I just hope so… I’m hungry.
I’m scared…
“I can smell your fear,” something rumbled near me. “No need to think about it.”
Frantically, I looked all around me in an attempt to find the source of the voice. My heart pounded in my chest and my throat went dry. There was no way I had just heard that. There was no way that whatever that was knew I was scared. It’s way too dark in here for any normal person to see.
No need to think about it.
I shuddered. What did that mean, exactly? Does it – whatever it is – know what I’m thinking? Does it know about those men? Does it know about my situation? Does it know that those men have no qualms about me starving or dying by any other means here in this old, abandoned house?
“Hello?” I called, my voice barely more than a squeak. I hadn’t realized until now just how scared I really was. A desperate wish for freedom was all that I could really think about, now, other than that disembodied voice.
Suddenly a mist swirled in front of me, slowly coming together into a more solid form of what must have been the legendary boogeyman. I gasped, clasping my hands to my mouth not wanting to scream for fear it would anger him – it? Tears welled in my eyes as I inched away from the form as far as I could go.
“Now… Where do you think you’re headed off to? You can’t get very far at all with those chains on you.” He almost seemed to appear beside me, kneeling by my legs. “Would you like them off?”
In the meager amount of light that was available I could almost make out his features. Well enough to tell for sure that his hair was very light, maybe even white, and that his skin was barely darker, but with dark markings all over it. The markings seemed to crawl all along his body as they were also on his hands.
Before I slipped up and admitted wanting to be free thoughts of just what he could, and most likely would, do to me raced through my mind. I gulped, wishing he would just leave; wishing that none of this had ever happened to me.
“You just believe anything you’re told don’t you? You would rather stay here and let those two fools starve you to death? Is that what you want? To end up like all the other girls and children they kidnapped?”
I flinched at the edge his voice had taken and mumbled a no.
“I’ve tried to free all of the fools that come to these ‘channels’; places that people think contain a high amount of spiritual energy. Yet, century after century it’s the same shit. None of them want to be freed because no one realizes that there is indeed someone doing the kidnapping, but it isn’t me. By no means is it me. The only thing they have right is that I’m drawn to fear. I don’t feed off of fear, though. I don’t feed off of anything of this world.”
By now I was sobbing. The anger in his voice combined with my building fear was just too much for me to handle. I didn’t want to die, especially not this young. I was only sixteen. I still had my whole life ahead of me. Still, I wasn’t ready to trust him just yet.
“Now, think about it. I’m your only chance to escape. Will you take it?”
“No…” I whimpered, trying to curl myself into a tight ball.
“Annabelle!” he snapped, scaring me more.
“NO!” I cried. “Why do you know my name? Why are you trying so hard to trick me?”
“I’m not trying to trick you,” he growled. By now I was certain that this boogeyman was a ‘he’.
I paid no attention to him. He wasn’t going to tell me the truth, and either way I would die. I decided that there was no point in trying anymore; that I should just give up and accept my fate. Maybe I would become a ghost and be able to tell my parents good-bye when I starved, died of thirst, or however I end up going. Regardless it’ll be soon.
He groaned, but he didn’t leave. I could just feel him beside me. It was like when you feel like someone that isn’t there is watching you. I’m certain that during those moments a ghost is with you. I just couldn’t figure out why he was giving off this kind of energy. Humans never did. Then again, most humans never felt what I felt.
He must never have been human, then, I reasoned. It was the only conclusion I could come to.
Suddenly he was gone. Startled, I sat up straight and looked around the room.
I was completely alone again. For some reason his departure upset me a little. I hadn’t been so lonely with him sitting beside me.
“Get in here! Hurry up!” I heard from outside the house; the voice of one of the men that had kidnapped me and chained me up here.
“Please tell me she’s dead. I don’t want to clean up anything,” grumbled the voice of the other man that brought me here.
“Uh…” the other man opened the door and looked over at me, shining a flashlight in my face. I squeezed my eyes against the light, but kept quiet. “Nope. She’s still alive.”
“Dammit…” the other grumbled, stepping inside, also with a flashlight.
Behind him I saw a strange glint from the rafters. I bit my lip knowing full well there was nothing shiny up there. That meant that the only thing it could have been would have to be the boogeyman that I’d just met. I shuddered from the thought.
“Hah, you scared?” I looked back over at them, regretting it straight away as cold metal touched my forehead.
I swallowed and shook my head. “Not scared at all. Nothing here.”
“Oh, you got guts, huh? Even with a gun pointed to your head you have attitude. Well, attitude this!”
I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut again, knowing I’d be dead soon; that he was already pulling the trigger and that there was no way he would miss.
A high pitched ringing echoed through the building followed by two thuds. Shaking, I opened my eyes to look and saw the two men laying on the floor twitching and jerking.
“What the…”
A loud bang rattled the building and pain shot through my chest. Tears filled my eyes as I screamed, holding my breast.
That’s when I noticed a pair of boots in the light of the flashlights. Slowly, I looked up and saw his face again, clearer this time.
“Will you accept my help, now? I intended for them to miss you with that shot, but it seems my intentions went a little bad.”
My lip quivered. “You did this?”
“Yes.” He seemed utterly unfazed by the two frothy, mouthed men beside him. “They will soon die from the nightmares I have given them. Now, will you accept my help? If not you will be without food and water. You will die slowly. Painfully. Do you want that?”
I swallowed, tears flowing down my cheeks like rivers. “No, but it isn’t as if I can help it.”
“You’re right, but you have someone in front of you offering to help, yet you keep denying it.”
I looked away from him. I didn’t want to accept help from this man – if you could even call him that. I had no idea what it would entail. What if in return I was made to be a sex slave, or something horrible like that? He is the boogeyman, and there are no good stories about him.
“I have a name. You don’t need to keep referring to me in such a way. It’s derogatory.”
I looked over at his glaring face through my watery eyes. “So? I’d rather not suffer by what you may do to me.”
“But you would like to live your last few days with no food or water and guaranteed infection and pain? I can give you whatever you desire. I can give you power if you so want it. I can heal your wound and take away the bullet if you so want it. Just fucking tell me you want help! I am not watching another woman die!”
“Then don’t watch!” I screamed, crying harder, now.
“Then let me save you!” he yelled, taking the chains at my ankles and pulling on them for emphasis. “I can’t do a damned thing until you say you want my help!”
“Prove that you can!” I screamed again, too upset to control my tone.
This time he didn’t speak, but he glared at me. That’s when I noticed how light I felt; like nothing was weighing me down. The chains had faded and were completely gone.
Before I could stand and attempt to leave he pushed me down, slamming his hand hard on my chest. I screamed, feeling it push harder and harder against me until it felt like I couldn’t breathe. I raised my head to look and see what he was doing and saw his hand inside my chest.
My eyes went wide and I screamed louder.
“Stop!” I yelled. “Please stop! It hurts!”
“And it will for a while. Deal,” he grumbled, taking his hand away, but quickly substituting it for his other hand.
This time he didn’t push down so hard, but it felt like my skin was melding together under his palm. My heart raced. I couldn’t make sense of what was happening. Fear gripped at my heart and lungs making my breath quick and short.
Finally he was done and took his other hand away, and to my astonishment my chest felt back to normal. It no longer felt painful or as if it was bleeding.
My tears still wouldn’t let up. Looking over at him I fully intended to apologize, but saw that he was barely visible to me.
“What’s going on?” I squeaked, the fear no longer willing to fade.
“Nothing. Just worn out,” he mumbled. “Now… Do you believe me?”
I hung my head. I hadn’t wanted to wear him out. Somehow I knew that had I accepted his help earlier he wouldn’t be so tired.
“What will happen to you?” I asked quietly.
“Nothing. I just need to rest. Sleep. They’re dead. They won’t hurt you. Nor will I. I’ll see you in the morning if you call.”
“Wha…?” I looked over where he was, but he was no longer there for me to see. Yet I could still feel him.
Disappointed and unsure of how I should ‘call’ him in the morning I curled up on the hardwood flooring too tired to care, and soon I fell asleep.
