I was being chased in the woods. I ran as fast as I could. I looked behind me, he was still there. He seemed to be walking slowly in his black robe, the hood covering his face. I couldn’t hide behind any trees, they were too thin. I couldn’t hide. I looked forward and I saw someone standing there in a robe with their face covered. I thought it was him at first, but that was impossible. They removed their hood. It was a young woman. She was pretty and had something like a gemstone attached to the middle of her forehead. She smiled as if to greet me, and walked forward.
I wake up and there are a few people surrounding me. My hands are reaching out to either side, and I’m attached to this circular wooden board, my hands cuffed. I’m naked. She’s holding up a baby in the air and walks towards me. While saying some words she slices the babies stomach open, the baby makes a shrill of a cry and my eyes go wide in fear at this. She walks back, places the crying baby on the table and chops its head off. Silence. I can’t even scream or speak I’m so frightened. They drain the babies blood into a large bowl and bring it over. They force me to drink it. I throw up and they seem annoyed by this, They force more blood down my throat and this time I don’t throw any back up. They smear the remaining blood over my body in weird symbols, over my forehead and chest.
Someone in a black robe walks up to me. I can’t see his face but I know it’s a man. He pulls out a crystal on a string and starts waving it back and forth, and back and forth. I start to get dizzy, my vision goes in and out. “Forget. Forget.” That’s the last thing I hear.
I wake up in my bedroom in a sweat. I do not remember the previous events. I just think that I had a bad nightmare. I lay back down and soon fall asleep.
I wake up and everything is normal. It’s just like every other day. I have a cup of coffee and my brother stops by in the morning to visit. We talk and then I leave for work.
Somethings happening. I wake up and I feel afraid. I look to my right and I see a figure, it has horns. I scream and look back over and it’s gone. I slowly lay back down in bed. All of a sudden my body starts twisting violently in odd places, I feel like I’m being attacked. I have no control over my body. It wakes up. Not me.
I’m in the bathroom smiling while looking at my feet. There are dozens and dozens of tiny cuts on the tips of each toe. I start cutting the tips of my fingers. Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut.
The doorbell rings. It’s my brother. He walks in and immediately asks if I’m alright. “I’m fine.” I smile. Those eyes aren’t mine. “You don’t look good.”, he sits down and I sit down with him. “I don’t look good?” I tilt my head. He looks at me weird. “Are you okay…?” A big grin crosses my face. “Yes.”…..Silence. “Umm.. I’m..gonna go. Get some rest.” I look at him with disgust as he turns to leave. It doesn’t want him here.
I meet up with the cult and they are thrilled to see me. I walk up to the one who brought me here and he looks pleased with himself. I smile, and stab him in the stomach. He looks shocked. I take the blade and lick the blood off, a small smile on my face.
*Knock knock* I open the door. It ‘s my mother. I look like a crazed animal. My eyes are dark, I look sick and my hair is a mess. I haven’t left the house for who know how long. My mother begins to speak, but then she notices the cuts on my finger tips. “Oh my God.” She’s shocked. “God isn’t here.” I laugh like a little school girl. “What is going on with you?” She seems frightened. “What are you looking Bitch!” I say sharply in a deeper voice. She makes a cross with her hands across her body. My father walks in. “Go.” “What?” “Go.” That’s all she could say and she rushes out the door.
They bring a priest over a few days later. We’re in my bedroom and he starts to pray. I’m writhing in pain, there are marks near the corners of my eyes, as if my skin is slowly falling off. He tells them to tie my hands to the bed and they do so. I say something to the priest to try to scare him but he keeps praying. He throws holy water on me as he speaks, but the pain doesn’t seem to bother me much. Suddenly whatever’s in me begins to panic. I’m sweating profusely. It’s almost out. As it leaves my body my heart flatlines. They try to revive me but it’s too late. The light in my eyes goes dim.