Scary Stories

Since When?

Disclaimer: This is the first chapter, this story is explicit. Read at your own risk! (Also this is a story I wrote, I don't have a wife, or kids, I'm female) P.S Gay pride doe 🏳️‍🌈

      My four year old, Kenzie was getting way smarter than my wife and I thought she would. "Now why would you do something like that?!" I exclaimed, I look around the room and then at her. I see the tears forming in her eyes. She turns away from me and runs over to my wife in the kitchen. I look around the living room seeing torn up pillows and doll's heads that had been ripped off. "Maybe it's time for a nap" my wife says trying to calm our daughter down, she then picks Kenzie up and takes her upstairs to her room.

      Kenzie yells something from atop the stairs and my wife sets her down and Kenzie runs down the stairs to me, I kneel down as she motions me to come closer, she steps closer and rests her head on my shoulder. I tilt my head waiting for her to say something. She finally whispers ," Daddy help me, the... th... the voices" I kneel there, in astonishment. She then kisses me on the cheek and runs back upstairs to my wife while smiling like nothing happened.

      That night I couldn't sleep. I turned over to only see my wife's side of the bed empty and our bedroom door wide open. We normally turn off all the lights in the house. I get up fast, weary of my surroundings and walk outside the bedroom and hold on to the upstairs bannister, I hear the running of little feet and the then look down to the kitchen, the lights were on in the kitchen. Was Trina (My Wife) getting water? I walk downstairs and flip on the light only to see my daughter on the floor playing with her toys, in the dark. "Honey, why are you playing in the dark, you should play in your room" I say to her. "But daddy, the voices told me that's a no no because that's how you get stolen and killed, they said it would be much better to kill than be killed" She says very calmly.

     "It's better to kill than be killed? You're killing something?" I asked her, trying to act somewhat childish so she would give me more information. "Ask mommy, she asked me a lot of questions". At this point I'm looking for a dead animal or something demonic, so I ask her "So, where is mommy?". She looks past me and says "Well, bitch, where the hell do you think she would be?" I am scared out of my mind now, I turn around and see my wife sprawled across the kitchen floor with a pool of blood almost tracing her figure. I don't believe what I see, I almost faint, but then hear chanting.

     Chanting sounding different each time, a few I didn't get, but I did hear "Only a fool would turn around" and once I heard that I sprinted to the bedroom, the only place I could  think of. Shortly after I shut and the door and then lean against it, hoping that she would go somewhere else, I'm not sure where, anywhere but here.

      I then hear pounding on the door like an adult male's fists pounding on the door. In what felt like minutes, the pounding stopped and my daughter's screams started. She screamed to the top of her lungs scared for her life, I wanted to open the door and let her in. But I knew I shouldn't. "Daddy! Help.. me... us.. he...lp.." My daughter seemed drowsy now, she screamed with slowed sentences, the pounding started again. I think I'm loosing my mind now.

     Then everything went silent, just screaming and pounding to nothing. Absolute silence. "Matthew.." I heard. The voice sounded very familiar, a lot happened in the past hour, it's getting hard to focus or think. Who's voice was that? "Matthew!" The voice exclaimed. "I'm still here.." the voice continued.

      I finally know who's voice that is. It's my wife's voice. I think I have lost it.
      "Why!? Why this family!? We were perfect until you! You...You... you... POSSESSED MY DAUGHTER!" I exclaim. "Since when?" I hear in a calm but demonic voice. "WE WERE A PERFECT FAMILY!" I yell loudly now hearing my echo throughout the room. "Since when?" The demonic voice says again. "MY DAUGHTER LIVES AND BREATHES LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!" I yell again, I'm getting less and less conscious of everything now. "Since when?" The demonic voice says again.
"You're next, Matthew" the voice finishes.
     "You can't get to me! A four year old cannot break a door down, I've locked the door" I say giving myself a bit of relief, I feel the adrenaline building up as I have hope that everything will be okay. As I hear the voice say "Since when?" And feel the door start to open behind me.

     Eh...No one will probably read this..meh hopes are wayyy to high. Well since you are reading this, Thank you so much, comment and stuff ^•^