Thursday, 30 July 2020

The Possessed

The Possessed
“Jackson, what are you doing? It’s past 11, you should be asleep!” Jackson could tell his mother was mad
by the tone of her voice. 
“I’m looking for my toy that I sleep with every night” Jackson’s mother sighs, as she knew that what she
was about to say to Jackson might upset him.
“Look Jackson, you're getting older now aren’t you? You’re already 7, it’s about time you stop sleeping with
that old, worn out toy” 
“NO! I CAN’T SLEEP WITHOUT IT!” His mother was heartbroken seeing him this way. He’s not usually like
that. She didn’t want him to throw a larger tantrum so she told him to look under his bed. With those words,
he ran to his room trying to find the toy he loved more than anything.He dropped himself slowly onto the
ground and leaned forward, head on the ground, only to find his toy and a glowing red, demon-like orb. The
intimidating looking orb didn’t scare Jackson, so instead, he became curious that he reached his arm out
to touch it. Instead of the orb attacking him, it disappeared but not into thin air. Little did he know the orb
disintegrated into small pieces enough to sneak under one of his tiny little wounds. Human blood is usually
blue inside our body but the orb turned his blood red inside and out…Jackson stanches the toy from under the bed, and rushes out of his room to the kitchen quickly but quietly. Nobody in the house seemed to notice him. He opened the second drawer and found a knife, it was a bit blunt so he looked through the other drawers and cabinets. 
“Found it!” He found the knife sharpener, but a knife sharpener isn't exactly quiet when you use it. The loud noise coming from the kitchen seemed to attract his mother’s attention.

“What are you doing?! You should be a-” She stopped herself from continuing to speak the moment she saw the knife Jackson was holding. Jackson walks towards the light switch. Flip! The lights were turned off, the only thing that could be heard throughout the house were her screams. Shortly after the screams the light was switched back on, only to reveal a murderous child and his dead mother with a blanket of blood covering them and the kitchen floor. Next thing that was heard was the ring of a phone, and his crying 4 year old sister… Soon enough sirens were heard. It was the sirens of the police and the ambulance. Jackson was too young to go to prison so got sent to juvenile prison. Jackson wasn’t there long as he was mostly in a mental asylum as he was becoming more of a psychopath as time passed. The reason he was sent to the mental asylum was because they people kept thinking he had a mental issue, but he was just possessed. No one knew Jackson was possessed, even Jackson didn’t know he was possessed, not yet at least. The demon within Jackson wanted to take revenge on Jackson’s father for trapping him inside these walls. 
As the years passed Jackson was losing control over his own actions and his own body, everything he did was everything the demon forced him to do, the demon did all of that out of envy. It was envious of the freedom humans had, it wanted to kill happy families as the demon can’t ever feel happiness. The demon basically trapped Jackson inside a body, his own body but it didn’t feel like it was his to him. After many long years in the asylum Jackson was set free, back into the world he had wished to see years ago. Little did the people know that sending him out was a big mistake. The first place he checked was their old house, but it has been years so they most likely moved, but it was still worth a try. By the time he arrived he realised there were 4 people in the house, when there should only be 2 people. That was a big clue that it wasn’t Jackson's family. He still went in to ask if they knew where his father and sister moved to, but the demon said something different. The demon wanted to kill them out of anger because they didn’t know where they went. For all Jackson knew they could be in Antarctica and he wouldn’t know. The lights went out, and the screams were loud as this was the last moments of their lives. The lights switched back on as Jackson’s job there was done. Many long months passed before Jackson found his surviving family members. Many innocent people were murdered during those long months, all out of frustration. 
Knock! Knock! Knock! 
“Pizza delivery!~” The door opened revealing Jackson’s not so little sister anymore. She opened the pizza box just to find a knife coated in blood. Before she could ask about it, Jackson stabbed her in her stomach and slit her throat unwillingly. Tears rolled down his face, as her blood poured onto the ground, like a spilt drink. One by one his tears flooded down his face from his eyes. He was hesitant but still went upstairs to finish the job. He wipes his tears as he tries to find his father's bedroom. 
To be continued...
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