Awoken: a short story

As my eyes slowly opened I saw complete darkness. This was normal because I would make sure no light leaked into my room, I hated light. It irritated my eyes. Something was wrong today, the usual morning sounds are my little brothers annoying voice or my mom’s dreadful cooking. It wasn’t there, silence. I hopped out of bed noticing my clock was turned off. I did my morning stretch, and walked to the door to use the bathroom. As I turned the knob and opened my old creaky door I peer out and my jaw dropped.

            Everything was torn up; my computer lay on the floor demolished and everything else, the same. The sight seemed as if my house had been ransacked 50 years ago and abandoned. I was astonished I ran around my house to find nothing but the same sight, destruction. I looked for my parents all over and nothing was to be found of them. I went to the broken window that was my bay window and peered through it.

            “Jesus Christ”

            Bodies upon bodies aligned the streets and well, everything. Blood poured down the streets. Like a red river. But something caught my eye, it was a dark grotesque figure far from my sight limping. With a blink of an eye it was far from my sight and disappeared. I was scared, I cried a bit. Putting on my shoes I still wondered where my parents could be. As I opened the door to walk outside I jumped back, all the dead bodies that had aligned the street were all peering back at me!

            I shut the door and ran to my room and slammed the door shut, tears in my eyes I hit myself screaming “Wake up!” it didn’t work. From my room’s window, they still lay there, lifeless peering at me. It felt as if they peered through my soul. I ran out my room to my parent’s room and looked around for my dad’s gun locker, I couldn’t find it.

            Just then a loud destructive sound pulsated throughout my house. I jumped at the sound. I had to go find out what that was but I was so scared, what if it was one of those undead things or that creature like shadow that was out there. I poked my head around the corner to see down the stairs, nothing. As I slowly walked down them I viewed my living room, nothing. Just then a shuffling noise came from the kitchen. Then a steady wheezing noise as if a person with asthma was punching the walls in there. I poked my head around to see the kitchen and there it was, the demonic creature that you only read about in books in my kitchen tearing at my kitchen ceiling upside down.

            His light red skin and his long red horns were astonishing. I stood there frozen in fear at the sight of the demon. Every time its mouth opened just a bit, a flame escaped from it. The humanoid kept on tearing at my ceiling. Then suddenly he stopped and slowly turned his to a full one hundred and eighty degrees to view me. Petrified in fear, I couldn’t move me feet no matter how much I wanted too.

            He fell onto his feet from my ceiling and kept his sights on me. His dark eyes piercing, I slowly walked backwards. He lowered his body as if getting ready to jump at me and rip me to shreds. Opening his mouth and letting the flames escape he roared a deep demonic roar like no other I’ve ever heard in my life. I looked around petrified and noticed the pictures of me and my family was changed, depicting me and my parents hanging. My eyes leaving the view of the pictures to the view what was staring at me changed what stood directing about four inches from me stood the demon. I raised my head slowly to see his face and I then finally went to the bathroom.

            “Ugh”

            I yelled as his mighty fist hit me in the chest making me go directly through my screen door. He followed my body out, as I got onto my feet gasping for air he walked out and once more roared that demonic roar that I had heard not even five minutes before. “Please stop” I said as I back up slowly stumbling to keep from tripping over the staring bodies. He kept walking slowly towards me.

            Just as I had shielded myself with my arm from another pound from his red fist, a roar like no other not even comparing to the demon that stand before me came into my hearing. My head arose only to see the red creature looking around his surroundings as if looking for something. I did the same. Also seeing the sky filled with dark flames that covered up the once blue peaceful sky. Winged demons flew above us in the fiery sky, but one was different. His eyes weren’t black as the others they were a dark glowing red and his horns were much longer and he was much larger.

            The giant demons foot fell to the ground from the fiery sky. With a blink of my eye his appearance changed. He was now a white man with red well kept hair. He wore a red and black tuxedo. Everything made him look like a wealthy man except his feet seemed darkened; they dripped blood as if his feet were just in a puddle of it. He walked over to me and helped me up; the other demon was gone from sight. In a deep demonic penetrating voice came the words

            “Hello”

            “Uh, hi”

            “What’s your name boy?”

            “Um um mi mi-micheal and yourself

            “Just call me Lou”

            He put his hand out as if the sign that he wanted to shake, so I did. He gripped my hand tightly, my hand felt a burning sensation then the sensation went throughout my body, it was painful. I tried to pull his hand off of mine but he wouldn’t let go. On the verge of screaming from the dreaded pain, he pulled me close to him and said in his demonic voice

            “This is the feeling you’ll feel for eternity”

            “Scream as much as you want its music to my ears”

            “Wake up” came the high pitched irritating voice. Then the view of my mom came into my eyes. I looked around to see I was lying on a hospital bed with my parents by my side.

            “Am I out”?

            “What?”

            “You had a seizure in your sleep and we got you to the hospital just in time, you died for a few minutes but you got revived. You’re such a lucky boy.”

            My mom hugged me tight before a doctor with red hair walked in and asked my parents to leave for my examination. My parents gladly obliged and stepped out. The doctor looking at a folder of medical papers said

            “Hello Michael how is you today?”

            “Good, I just had the most vivid dream”

            “That’s normal”

            “I see”

            “Well you can call me Lou”

            My eyes widened in fear once again staring at the doctor. He put his hand out, I shook it. But before he let go he gripped tight and pull me close to him with the painful burning filling my body again and whispered in the demonic voice

            “Scream as much as you, want its music to my ears.”