Page 49 of Possess Us
The deranged patient starts to stumble towards me, the knife in her hand, and her body moving as though stiff and disjointed. Her greasy black hair hangs over her face, so all I can see is her eye honing in on me.
Two women dressed as slutty cats sprint into the room, blood covering their bodies and a very real look of terror on their faces.
‘HELP!’ I scream. ‘HELP ME!’
One of the girls grabs me and pulls, freeing me. But as soon as I’m free, the hands grab them both and pull them into the wall. They reach for me, pleading for help. I grab one of their hands and pull.
But the wall pulls them in, claiming them both.
It goes silent beforetheirfaces press against the wall, mouths open in a scream. Hands reaching out.
‘Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.’ My eyes go left to right as I back away.
There’s a screech, and I move just in time to avoid getting stabbed in the face. The deranged girl wildly cackles as she tries to stab the shit out of me. I’m no lady, and I don’t fight like one either. I kick her as hard as I can between the legs and shove her back.
More hands reach out from the wall. Disembodied moans and groans call out. The faces of the two women just taken emerge, their mouths open in a desperate scream, before hands grab them and pull them back into the walls of the house.
‘Willlllooooow… Come to us Willllooooowwwwwww,’ they sing.
I face the knife-wielding lunatic.
And I shake my head.
‘Nope.’ I step back, turn on my heel, and for lack of a better expression, I leg it. ‘Abso-fucking-lutely not.’
Ghosts. Are they fucking ghosts? Are their bodies now trapped in the walls?
I have no intention of hanging about to discover the truth or wait to get a knife in the face.
I run through the door, slamming it shut behind me.
Catching my breath, I hold the door shut, half expecting something to slam into it or a knife to break through.
Nothing happens.
‘What the fuck is happening?’ I whisper, gasping in panicked breaths. I rest my forehead against the door, seriously questioning my life choices until now.
It’s then that I hear scuttling sounds.
A lot of scuttling sounds.
I slowly turn.
‘You have to be shitting me.’
Spiders. Hundreds and hundreds of fucking spiders. They cover the floors. The walls. Hang from webs overhead.
On the floor are bodies. Spiders scuttle over them, biting as they go. One of the bodies twitch, and his eyes stare helplessly in my direction. He’s still alive but unable to move.
A spider goes into his mouth and emerges from his nose.
I suddenly become painfully aware that I am so fucking freaked out that I can’t move.
I don’t do bugs. All those fucking legs. The eyes.
I stay pinned to the door.
Oh fuck. There are rats, too. I yelp when one scurries out of the guy’s trouser leg and runs up his body, stopping on his face to eat his nostril.
