In the dark bedroom there were eerie shadows dancing on the walls. The shadows seemed to be alive and Charlie laid on her bed with her eyes shut tight, her rosary in her fingers, praying as hard as she could for God to keep her safe. Her bedroom was in a tiny apartment attached to her parents house. Charlie had moved from the main house to the apartment when she turned eighteen for the privacy and independence it promised to give her, she was regretting her decision, too far away for anyone to hear her screams. She was petrified of what was watching her in the dark, tremors of fear coursing throughout her body, her breathing rapid, and her heart beating faster then the wings of a hummingbird.
Charlie was cursed and had been for as long as she could remember. She could see ghosts, she could see spirits, she could see things that people were not meant to look at. Ordinarily the things she saw were passive, they simply existed on a dimension that her eyes could see into and they meant her no harm. These ghosts or spirits or whatever they were sometimes noticed her but usually were too busy with their own existence to care who she was. Every now and again though she would have conversations with those who had passed out of life and would help them, usually sending some sort of anonymous letter to a loved one or the police to clear up unfinished business, letting the living move on with their lives so the deceased could stop worrying about what they left behind and focus on what lay ahead for them. These conversations were few and far between, sometimes happening in her sleep, sometimes happening when she was deep in prayer, and very seldom happening when she was busy with her day to day life. The dead were, for the most part, very considerate when they contacted her, only bothering her at inconvenient times when it was an urgent matter.
There was something entirely different about what was happening to her this night, there was a thick layer of evil surrounding her like an early morning fog. This was something new, she could sense the hate and the intent. This thing meant her harm, serious harm. Charlie was running out of time, trapped by the darkness that pinned her to her bed. She had to act fast but doing anything meant opening her eyes and that meant seeing whatever it was that she could feel approaching her, seeing what had first prompted the fear to arise from her soul.
Getting out of bed to flip the light switch was out of the question, it was too far and left her too vulnerable to whatever it was lurking in the dark. Charlie could feel its’ anger build as she prayed harder and louder for God’s strength, her rosary wrapped around her hands in protection. Her bed also kept her safe, it was the bed that her aunt had died in, a fact that creeped most people out. The bed had an aura of peace attached to it though, a layer of love that lingered, a family link to another dimension that protected Charlie in ways no living being could. Charlie clung to the sheets, afraid to open her eyes, afraid for the first time ever of what she would see. She needed to grab her cell phone and call for help, it was the only thing she could think of to do.
Charlie slowly removed the covers off her head and opened her eyes. What she saw was worse than her most horrifying nightmare, she was paralyzed by the sight of it. She could not make any sounds, could not think of anything but the fate that loomed only inches away from her.
The demon was inescapable
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