Luiquid

The air was thick as I walk up towards my house. It was a crisp winter evening. I slammed the door behind me and welcomed the heat of the kitchen on my skin.

I called out for Steve, my godfather. There was no reply. That was strange; he is usually home by now. I shrugged it off and wandered into the kitchen just in time for the microwave to finish cooking my popcorn. I followed the noise towards the machine. As I pressed the button and the door swung open, smoke poured out. I was hit with the most revolting smell of burnt flesh and urine. With my eyes watering I slammed the door shut and called Steve's name.

I held my breath in search of some sort of movement. I heard a trickling sound.

Water?

I saw little droplets of clear liquid drop onto the kitchen table. It was coming from a hole in the ceiling. I dragged a chair across the floor and climbed on top and stared at the hole. It was dark and I couldn’t see through it. Stretching on my toes and reaching with my hand up to it, I felt the thick clear liquid drip down my wrist.

It wasn't water. I looked back up and then that's when I saw it. It wasn't dark anymore. The hole was now white. There was now an eyeball in the hole, staring at me. I cringed and gagged and started to shake all over but I couldn't stop looking at it.

Then it blinked.

That's when I screamed. It responded by making a high-pitched shrill noise. My eyes were watering but I held no emotion except pure horror. Then it was gone. I heard the pounding noise of footsteps and things getting knocked over. Something upstairs laughed. It was laughing but only of which belonged to a maniac who only wanted to kill for fun. I shook as I ran to the double doors, leading to the garden. I parted the curtains and there "he" was. I fell to the floor. He was tall. And those eyes were so white except for the black pits (or pupils). His mouth was a fixed grin with small pointy teeth filling them, as thin and as sharp as needles. I choked as I cried. A patch in between his legs, on his pin striped bondage trousers was red, covered in what looked like blood.

He stood in front of me, through the glass and said, "Your godfather loved it".

He laughed again. That's when I felt the glass spray across my face and a warm thick substance crawling through my veins. My body ached and all my nerves were alive. All I remember is his face staring at me as he pulled his trousers back up and crawled up the wall like a spider and clung to the ceiling above me. Then I passed out.

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Credited to Grubandmagic
Originally uploaded on April 17, 2012

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