3A.M Confession

The Evil One

Slowly did I make my way to the stairs and as I stood there, I started to think about what I was about to see. Evil pictures were running through my head. I stood at the first step for about a minute and then moved slowly up the stairs. My skin was creeping as I came closer to the door. I looked over my shoulder, noticed that no one was there and then walked closer to where the screams were coming from.

I was only 2-3 meters from the door now and I just stood there and looked like a horrified little girl. Should I have called the police? A thousand thoughts were flying around inside my head as I was about to take the final steps in there.

Again, I felt that someone was watching me, but I figured that it was just imagination. As I pushed the door a little open, the screams stopped for a minute. I held my breath, listened and waited for the screams to start again. I could hear another voice now. The voice that I heard was way more evil than those you hear in a horror movie. This was pure evil, but what the voice was saying was even worse. I haven't heard any more cruel things in my life and it almost freaks me out just to tell you this. I was anxious at that point.

I wanted to run away so badly, but I had something that told me to stay there. I looked around the house again and I noticed something that I hadn't done before. At first I noticed another evil voice whisper from the walls, but as I listened, it felt like the voice was really coming from me. I was shocked, was I going insane? The evil was eating me up inside. I remembered an old horror movie that my brother and I used to see one of the times we were at the house by ourselves. This was a hundred times worse and serious, I was scared to death!

I tried to build up enough strength to push the door opened and witness what was going on in there, but it wasn't that easy as it may sound.

Finally I had built up my strength and I took the final step and pushed the door open. As I walked through that door, I felt secure for a seconds, but that was about to change. Looking back at it now I know I was stupid. I was there alone and I was very vulnerable.

What I saw when I went through that door will haunt me forever. I thought that it couldn't be any worse than the pictures of evil I thought about it while I was standing at the other side of the door, but it was so much worse.

The first thing I saw was a woman lying on the floor. Her face was nothing but white, and it seemed like she had been through so much pain. I had the feeling that her soul was about to leave her body there forever. To me, it seemed like her skin was cracking. She was a shadow of herself. She really looked like nothing but a ghost, but at the same time she looked kind of familiar.

I was just standing there looking at her until I felt that something was moving behind my back. I turned around as fast as I could, but no one was there. Then I felt it again, there was evil all among me. I tried to resist it, but my heart grew cold as I heard something moved behind me and the door behind me was slammed opened.

I wanted to scream even before I turned around, but I couldn't. It felt like a big, strong and dead hand was keeping me silent. I finally turned around and saw a man. He was tall and wrapped in shadows. Most of his face was covered by a black hood. He looked like he just came up from hell and he was walking closer and closer to me.

I could see he was coming from me, so I tried to react quickly. I knew in my heart that no one was coming to save me. I ran across the room and tried to open the door, but it was closed. The man laughed and talked to me in a strange language. I knew that he was the one I heard all the time I was listening behind the door, but this time it sounded so incredibly evil.

I was frozen as he walked closer again, and I closed my eyes for a second. As I was holding my breath, I heard the door slam open again. I couldn't hold my eyes closed anymore, so I opened them a little. It was her, my brother's girlfriend. She was looking really bad and bleeding. She looked really insecure and scared as she stood there. I hoped that she was coming here to save me, but I wasn't sure at the time.
The man turned to her. He whispered something to her, laughed and then knocked her to the floor. The woman on the floor made a little crying sound as she saw the girl fall to the floor.

The incredibly evil man walked to me and looked straight in my eyes. I was just frozen as he spoke to me. He said with a tiny but straight voice: "What have you seen?" and I answered full of fear that I hadn't seen anything.

"Well, it's a shame to die for nothing, isn't it?", He said.

Those words slammed me like an iron fist. I was doomed and I knew it so I passed out just seconds after that.
What happened next is something we can only guess about. All I know was that I was strangled in the basement when I woke up. It was cold and dark and I thought I was alone. I tried to stand up, but I could do nothing. I thought about my life and all the things I was going to miss. I wanted to see the sun rise just once more. I cried so hard.

The light went on for a second and then off again. This happened a few times. I was sure that my heart was going to stop. Every time the light went on, I saw that terrible evil man and he was moving closer to me! He was holding a knife in his ghastly hand. I closed my eyes and waited. It felt like hours had passed and I held my eyes tightly closed. I felt the sharp blade moving across my cheekbones. I felt the blood starting to run off my face and then I heard a shot. Only seconds after that, I heard another scream. I opened my eyes and saw blood everywhere. I knew, right in that moment that I may have survived.

"What do you mean? How? What happened?" said the therapist. "Someone was already in the basement watching us. The person was waiting for the right moment to strike. All that time, I was sure that she was only an evil person, but she was the only one who saved me. I owe her my life for doing that."

"Who was it?", the therapist asked me again. "It was her, my brother's girlfriend, that precious little one. It was so strange because I was sure that she was the evil one here. What I know now, is that I was. I was the evil one. I feel so much remorse about it. I am thankful for what she did".

"What do you mean?", the therapist asked. He was getting nervous I could see."The man she killed was her own father. He was an evil man, very abusive to her and her mother, but they were the only ones she ever had. You know that woman who was lying like a ghost on the floor? It was her mother. So now the girl was there alone, without a mom and a dad.

She was alone in a world that she grew up to fear. She couldn't face building a live up, so she hang herself after I left. I feel so angry that I left her there, but she convinced me that it was okay and that she just needed a few hours there alone."

The therapist seemed to be stricken by my story now and asked me: "Oh my lord. I can't believe it. How did you know she was dead?"

"Do you know who found her? My brother did. My beautiful, innocent little brother found his love hanging in her house. What could be any worse than this? His first love turned out this way. My brother was never the same after that experience, he was scarred for life.", I answered.

When the sister left the room and the therapist sat alone at his desk, He really started to think about the things that she told him. This story had changed his life forever, he could even feel the sorrow that she felt and he knew that he was never going to see life the same way that he used to do before. He just sat there with a look in his eyes like a ghost. He then looked at the pictures on his desk of his wife and 3 kids. He wanted to see them now. He hurried home to hug them and be with them. Thankful for having the opportunity to do so.