Every scary story starts in the
typical
way. "It was a dark frosty night” or "It was a cold Halloween evening, a
strong gust of wind was blowing through my curtains” blab blab blab. However my story is
totally different, it is a true story that happened to me around two
months
ago. I had no idea what I was letting myself in for. I want to make that
clear
from the start. You might assume that I fabricated this entire thing.
The truth
is, I had no clue what was happing, and by the time I did become
conscious, I believe
that you’ll be of the same opinion, that it was too late to do anything
about
it.
It was a sunny evening and mum and dad
were going out.
"Look after Tariq and make sure you go to bed on time.” Mum
yelled from
the front porch.
Tariq is my eight year old brother,
sent from hell. He is the most annoying and troublesome little jerk you
would
ever find on the face of the earth. We call him the "human tornado”,
because he
does not understand how to sit down for at least a minute without
causing
trouble. My best friend Ameera finds him really cute. She calls him her
"prince”, because of his wide hypnotizing eyes. He always gets his own
way
without any doubt, just by flashing his charming and adorable smile.
Tariq and I look completely diverse; he has
short untidy jet black hair which he never brushes and green eyes. He is
very
tiny for his age; he could pass for a six year old anytime. While I have
dirty
brown hair as well as Hazel eyes, also I am very tall for my age.
"Everything is will be fine inshallah” I called back, while I was
dialing Ameera’s telephone number.
SLAM. The door closed/.
Finally I was home alone, with my
brother of course, but he was upstairs playing with his latest game
"Asteroids”, he is always up in his room twenty four seven this week, he
is
literally glued to games.
"Ring Ring, Hello?”
"Asalamu alykum Ameera its Amina”
"Oh Wa’alykumu salam Amii, are your parents gone? Please say yes”
"Yes they are. Whoa we have the house to ourselves. Can you come
around
in an hour’s time, pack all you belongings, I have extra sleeping bags”
"All right, see you in a bit”
"Waslam”
As soon as I put the phone down, I
stared to jump up and down. I was so glad that Ameera was going to
sleepover
for two days; at least I was not stuck with my Tariq.
An hour later
Ding Dong
"I will open the door” I shouted out to my brother.
This was the worst mistake I
had ever made.
Even as I write this, I am crying and trembling.
"Hiya girl” I squealed, as I wrapped my arms around her.
"Hey, what is up?”
"Nothing much really, so what are we going to do? Play hit or
play with
dolls?”
"Are you kidding me” I yelled as I saw a cheeky grin on her face
"Hey” I
gave her a playful shove.
"I have some movies I brought from
home,
want to watch Deformed Humans 2? It came out on DVD two days ago, my dad
brought it for me last night, I thought I might save it for the
sleepover.
"Amazing Ameera ha-ha” I replied
sarcastically.
Ameera dad works for the government and
her mum is a doctor. They have a really high salary and everyday she
receives
triple amount of money I get every week.
"Okay, you set up the living room, while I go to the kitchen to
grab the
food”
I went to the toilet first. I had been
busting to go to the toilet ever since mum and dad left.
That was when I heard a high pitched
scream. I rushed out of the toilet without washing my hands. I didn’t
even care
about anything at this moment. I get shocked really easily. I ran to
were the
noise came from. My house is very big, it has three floors, with 5
bedrooms and
1 guest room. We have an attic and a basement. We also have library
which
converts into a study room. We live in Chelsea, one of England’s trendy
suburbs. Beautiful tree-lined streets, federation houses, manicured
front lawns
and winding driveways. We moved here last year because my dad started
working
at a clinic in a nearby town.
I took three steps at a time down the
stairs, not caring if I hurt my foot on one of the nails poking out of
the
sides. I felt like I was running for years. As I reached the living
room, I saw
my brother being pinned down, by a horrible looking beast. It had a body
of a
cat and a head of a Rottweiler. Its saliva was dripping down the sides
of its
mouth. Everything its saliva touched dissolved. There were holes already
in our
newly laminated floor. But this was not the case at the moment. Using my
developing muscles in my legs, I sprang across the room and bowled Cog
over. I
call it Cog because I put the two words, cat and dog together to make
Cog.
I smashed its head to the floor and
enforced
a ruler that I found laying on the floor, into its fragile stomach,
oozing
flesh came out of it. Cog whimpered, its eyes widened, bared its teeth
and
trembled with agony. I made a fist, grabbed some of its inner organs and
jerked
hard. My hands pull out with trailing guts, blood splatter everywhere,
the
floor, the walls and furniture’s. I thought of what my parents would say
if they
saw the mess. I convinced myself it was a dream, but if it was a dream I
still
had to continue the battle.
Cog screamed the creature striked my
chest and I fell. It’s on me in a flash, tramped over my face and
leaving his
saliva to make holes in my clothes. Thin, sharp nails scratched my
cheeks, then
its grey, cold furry body clamped over my mouth and nostril. I felt it
tighten
on my lips and nose, and the creature squeals with excitement as I
struggle for
air.
It was trying to suffocate me. I had to
do something at that moment for my foe would defeat me. I hate people
winning
over me, even at school; coming second was like coming last. I want to
win, I
though, I had to prove the dim-witted creature, that its tactics was
nothing,
but an unintelligent idea. At that
instant I punched the beast, but my fists made a little impact, merely
sinking
into the soft furry layers of its body. I no longer had the strength and
effort
to punch it off. I collapsed, my lungs strained, I still pushed and
punched
Cog, but feebly now. My strength was fading; soon I would become its
dinner.
I felt a pain on my back. My eyes
snapped open. This was not a dream. This was war, and whoever and
whatever that
monster was, my aim was to kill it to save myself and my brother. That’s
when I
remembered my brother, I could not hear is screaming anymore. I scanned
the
floor to see if he was lying dead on the ground, but he was not in
sight. I sighed
with relive that he was not in the room or dead. I still had a chance of
defeat. He probably went to call the police or something I thought,
tying to
think positive.
As the world started to darken around
me, Cog was abruptly ripped away. I catch a glimpse of it flying through
the air,
screaming and them landing on the floor with a loud thud. It rolled a
several
times, then straightened up and propelled itself at me again. Suddenly,
someone
stepped in front of me, it look like a boy, but his skin is as white as a
sheet--.
"Tariq” I yell "is that really you? What is going on? Where is
Ameera?
Is she all right? Did you call the poli—"
"Whoa whoa, take a deep breath, everything is okay. Now, I want
you to
stay calm and I want you not to be shocked, with the news I am going to
tell
you” Tariq replied calmly.
At time I really did like my brother,
when it comes to being serious, he is great. His eyes widened and
instantly
made me calm.
"That beast was Ameera, I know it is hard to believe, but –"
"I think you have gone nuts Tariq, there no time for games here,
she
might be in real danger, you have been playing too much games, get out
of my
way, you just don’t know when to stop playing around” I shouted angrily.
"No just listen to me, I am not joking, she turned into that
monster,
were else do you think it might of came from?”
At that instant I heard a scream, Cog was
back. The wild creature or Amreea as Tariq stated. It darted towards me.
Tariq
roars, "Amina” and tries to grab me, but I turned away from him as
instant pain
claimed me. I whipped around, thrashed, shrieked, and wild. The Cog
strike
again and punctured my left eye. Darkness consumes me. I am in hell
……………… I think.
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