The Demon Inside Me

Down the Demon Hole

The clang of a pan crashing in the kitchen startled me awake. My comforter shook as my legs spasmed from suprise. Who on earth could be awake at this hour? Looking at the clock that sat on my nightstand, I scratched my head aimlessly. The old mattress creaked as I sat up and swung my legs out from underneath my comforter. The coldness of the wooden floor made my toes curl as my hair flopped upon my face and my torn t-shirt fell over my waist. I sighed and grabbed the brush that sits upon my mahogany dresser. I brushed my long hair into a ponytail while pulling off my pajama shirt. Damn, its cold in here.

I slipped on a black t-shirt, a pair of jeans, converse and my wolf necklace. Walking out of the room I opened my door to find nothing disturbed in the living or dining room of my tiny apartment.

The apartment was a simple three room apartment. The bedroom just had a door leading to the living/dining room and the tiny kitchen. My bedroom consisted of only a worm out mattress, a nightstand, and a dresser. The bathroom was connected to my room which made my life a while lot simpler.

Seeing the room undisturbed I sleepily rubbed my eyes while beginning to yawn. I wandered into the kitchem to find one of my frying pans sitting on the floor near the sink. How could it have fallen?No one is here...I don't have a roommate or a cat...so whats going on? The questions pondered my mind as I cautiously picked up the pan and placed it back on the stove. Tired, I closed my eyes and stood there thinking about how I shouldn't have gotten up.

Upon opening my eyes, I saw a grey mist clouding my vision. What the...? I walked forward carefully to the counter. Or what would have been the counter. Where my counter top should have been there was a gigantic oak tree, covered in black vine. I turned to see more of these oaks surrounding me, like a forest of death. A crow's cry rose above the ever stretching mist. As the bird swooped I cringed, raising my knee to my side and putting my head down scrunching my eyes shut. The cry rang out again next to me and I stumbled backwards, splashing into what felt like tar. Digusted I shook my hands clean of the weird sticky substance and looked at a branch of the oak I was previously infront of. What I saw was not what I expected.

Instead of a normal crow purched upon a oak branch, only the skeleton of a crow sat upon that small branch. The moving walking skeleton of a deer came into the clearing and then turning it's terrifying gaze upon me, bounded out of the clearning. My gaze was still fixed, terrified, on the spot where the "deer" once stood. Taking a closeer look at my surroundings I found that the tar like puddle I fell into contained what you could call a skeleton of koi and goldfish swimming about. Black cattails arose from either side of me. Upon inspecting the old oaks I saw the limbs and trunks were black instead of a healthy brown or tan. The grass felt as if it had been spray painted, and it too was black. Confusion took over my thoughts as I stood up cowardly upon a small patch of dirt, the only normal lookiny thing in this...whatever it is. Where am I supposed to go? I just want to be home...

The forest surrounded me with skeletons of every animal imaginable. Elk, deer, squirrels, mice, cats, dogs, birds, insects. Everything. Terrified I sprinted through the oaks and aspens. At this point I could care less about what appears from the bushes and mist. I didn't notice my sobbing until I ran out of breath. Exhausted, I collapsed on the ground and cried. All I did was go investigate what happened in the kitchen...and now this is what happens? How am I supposed to get home? I don't even know how I got here! More sobs shook my body and I felt like nothing could go more wrong.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
My sobs ceased and I froze. Looking ever so slowly I lifted my head to see the skeleton of a child, no more than 10 years old. My voice shook so hard I barely squeaked
"W -who are y-you?" My body began to quake with fear which was possibly the only reason I even was on the ground near her still unmoving.
"My name's Annabelle! What are you doing here? You look normal...not like mommy and daddy do..."
"Yeah I don't know how I got here Annabelle. Do you know how to get back to the world of the living...?"
"Nope! But I'll beg mommy and daddy do!"
"Can you take me to them please?" My hopes were so unrealisticly high at this point I was ready to believe unicorns were real.
"Sure. Just one question."
"Okay, what is it?" My voice began to shake again as a dark look over took her eyes.
"Do you want to die?" And with that a satanic grin grew across her face. She slowly turned her head to the side and I head an unnatural pop. A shriek of terror escaped me; completly unaware of the noise erupting from my throat I stumbled to my feet and began scrambling out of the clearing. "Don't go! You'll miss supper," Annabelle yelled after me. I grabbed an oak tree frantically and started climbing up the unstable limbs, not knowing whether they would be abke to sustain my weight. I got about fifty feet from the ground and sat there trying to hold in my sobs of terror and hopelessness. The black vine crowded me into the tall tree. Annabelle stood directly below me singing a tune which was completly foreign to me. Tears flooded my vision and everything was blurry. I blinked back my tears and bit my lip harder than I ever had before. Blood unknowingly seeped from where I was biting. The vines wove themselved around me. Their cool wet bodies strung a net around me. I gasped as the vines hummed and rose me out of the tree and hekd me directlt over Annabelle. Blood soaked my mouth and began dripping onto my shirt as I held in sobs. Suddenly the vines began to sing "ashes...ashes...we all fall down." And with that last word the vines sent me screaming towards the ground; towards Annabelle's vicious smile of death.