Security of Mem
03-23-2010, 10:44 PM
Chapter 1: Innocent Screams
Leaf litter scampered across the roads as if they were a herd of migrating animals. For it being winter it was unusually cold and temperate. There was a brief silence in the air. And for those who lived in this suburban neighborhood, they knew wait illed the air. Right past eight in the evening as families settled down like a plague. They heard the voice of a woman. She was singing in gorgeous tones. And by nine she screams in pain. The pain seems to echo across the whole entire streets. And yet this incident didn't come from the road. But instead one particular house. A house where the family was suffering. Ever since the noises began the family had been ailed with numerous ills. Not very good when one of their sons was already born with an illness.
The house had always been a state of chaos. No new living item was ever allowed in the house. It wasn't as bad just no pets, and no strangers. Seemed straight enough to please the spirit. But as the spirits resolved was not complete the spirit began to get angrier and angrier. Torturing their sickest youngest son. Stealing items. Destroying their furniture. But they still didn't seem the need to gain the strength to say they needed help.
Tonight seemed to be a very different night indeed. The air seemed more still and chaotic. And darker. The ability to breath was no longer presence. And despite the season being summer, there was a bone chilling wind. One of a winter storm brewing.
Tomorrow, there would be a headline reading: Family Found Dead in Supposed Haunted House.
But it was tonight. And tonight was darker. The absent of the moon led the religious to pray in their churches. And led families to sleep together. And just on time, they heard the songs of the beautiful woman. And just on time at nine they heard her screams, but also the screams of multiples.
Inside the house the husband was the first. He was use to the woman's outbreaks living in this haunted house. But then he found his body begin to compulse. He was rudely awakened by images of being raped by a figure. She was beautiful and ghostly. But her screams pierced his mind and ears making them bleed.
He remembered her touching his stomach. He saw it bulging and bulging and out came out his wifes arms and body. She was covered in blood and bile and excrement. The husband remember his head feeling as if it were swelling. And he only remembered his head exploding. Brain matter splattering all over the beautiful yellow wallpaper.
The youngest son, the sickest felt someone touch his blankets. His blankets covered over his face. And he felt like he was suffocating. He couldn't breathe and suddenly he was swimming in someone blood. He saw the bodies of his family members floating and trying to grab him like some undertow.
The oldest daughter found herself stabbed in the eye by her eyeliner pencil. And then she felt her body begin to be stabbed repeatedly she too saw the figure of the woman. Digging her nails into her flesh and ripping out her intestines.
And the oldest son found himself hung from the wall by his sisters intestines. When it was the next day. The police walked in and saw the room literally soaked in blood. As if the walls themselves were liquid.
Somewhere in a quiet and decent enough city. With the loud roar of cars and traffic was a building. It looked more like a hairstyling salon then a place you'd go to ask for excorcism. All though these would be the cases where no one asked, it just needed to be done.
Allen waker was in a room filled with light. But the noises of a million different machines going off. A heart monitor and a thousand different wires. He hated seeing his son in such conditions. But he watched as the brain wave activity began to spike. As the boy experienced a catatonic coma dream. And out of the image came the scene of horrific death.
As a father Allen wanted to puke and cry. Knowing this is what his son saw in the depths and deeps of his soul. As a businessman he realized how this could be the greatest mission to discover the weak in his latest group and the strong. He gave David the image of his son's deepest subconscious. David just nodded, but looked sadly towards Core.
There seemed to be an odd hum about the light and the machines. And this was the beginning and maybe the birth of it all. The new members would await themselves in the waiting lounge room. He'd give a speech and have Percy and Sara take over.
Leaf litter scampered across the roads as if they were a herd of migrating animals. For it being winter it was unusually cold and temperate. There was a brief silence in the air. And for those who lived in this suburban neighborhood, they knew wait illed the air. Right past eight in the evening as families settled down like a plague. They heard the voice of a woman. She was singing in gorgeous tones. And by nine she screams in pain. The pain seems to echo across the whole entire streets. And yet this incident didn't come from the road. But instead one particular house. A house where the family was suffering. Ever since the noises began the family had been ailed with numerous ills. Not very good when one of their sons was already born with an illness.
The house had always been a state of chaos. No new living item was ever allowed in the house. It wasn't as bad just no pets, and no strangers. Seemed straight enough to please the spirit. But as the spirits resolved was not complete the spirit began to get angrier and angrier. Torturing their sickest youngest son. Stealing items. Destroying their furniture. But they still didn't seem the need to gain the strength to say they needed help.
Tonight seemed to be a very different night indeed. The air seemed more still and chaotic. And darker. The ability to breath was no longer presence. And despite the season being summer, there was a bone chilling wind. One of a winter storm brewing.
Tomorrow, there would be a headline reading: Family Found Dead in Supposed Haunted House.
But it was tonight. And tonight was darker. The absent of the moon led the religious to pray in their churches. And led families to sleep together. And just on time, they heard the songs of the beautiful woman. And just on time at nine they heard her screams, but also the screams of multiples.
Inside the house the husband was the first. He was use to the woman's outbreaks living in this haunted house. But then he found his body begin to compulse. He was rudely awakened by images of being raped by a figure. She was beautiful and ghostly. But her screams pierced his mind and ears making them bleed.
He remembered her touching his stomach. He saw it bulging and bulging and out came out his wifes arms and body. She was covered in blood and bile and excrement. The husband remember his head feeling as if it were swelling. And he only remembered his head exploding. Brain matter splattering all over the beautiful yellow wallpaper.
The youngest son, the sickest felt someone touch his blankets. His blankets covered over his face. And he felt like he was suffocating. He couldn't breathe and suddenly he was swimming in someone blood. He saw the bodies of his family members floating and trying to grab him like some undertow.
The oldest daughter found herself stabbed in the eye by her eyeliner pencil. And then she felt her body begin to be stabbed repeatedly she too saw the figure of the woman. Digging her nails into her flesh and ripping out her intestines.
And the oldest son found himself hung from the wall by his sisters intestines. When it was the next day. The police walked in and saw the room literally soaked in blood. As if the walls themselves were liquid.
Somewhere in a quiet and decent enough city. With the loud roar of cars and traffic was a building. It looked more like a hairstyling salon then a place you'd go to ask for excorcism. All though these would be the cases where no one asked, it just needed to be done.
Allen waker was in a room filled with light. But the noises of a million different machines going off. A heart monitor and a thousand different wires. He hated seeing his son in such conditions. But he watched as the brain wave activity began to spike. As the boy experienced a catatonic coma dream. And out of the image came the scene of horrific death.
As a father Allen wanted to puke and cry. Knowing this is what his son saw in the depths and deeps of his soul. As a businessman he realized how this could be the greatest mission to discover the weak in his latest group and the strong. He gave David the image of his son's deepest subconscious. David just nodded, but looked sadly towards Core.
There seemed to be an odd hum about the light and the machines. And this was the beginning and maybe the birth of it all. The new members would await themselves in the waiting lounge room. He'd give a speech and have Percy and Sara take over.