“Here is one of my early free-writing saves that I wrote two years ago. I found it in a “Rubbish” folder,along with some other stuff that i wrote while I was going through a dark and depressing period in my life. It’s nothing special, but it’s a good read for anyone looking to kill some time. Do Enjoy!”
Camille sat on the edge of the bed, looking out of her town-home window, while talking to her husband on the phone. Jeff was just minutes away from boarding his flight for a business trip out of town. Camille however, was home alone for the first time since her childhood years. The thought of being in such a big house all by herself produced the most terrifying thoughts. Jeff knew this, which is why he decided to call and calm her nerves before boarding the plane.
“I wish you didn’t have to go to that stupid meeting.” Camille pouted like a spoiled little girl that couldn’t have her way. Jeff chuckled on the other end, knowing how much his wife hated his job.
“You’ll be okay, Babe.” he said in a positive, uplifting tone of voice. “I’ll be home tomorrow evening, Just make sure that the doors and windows are locked before you turn in for the night… and do take your meds.”
“I haven’t forgotten.” she said in a saddened tone. “I’ll take them after my tv show is over. That is when I will really start to miss you.“
After their conversation, Camille turned powered on the radio that sat on the night table, she then walked throughout the house to turn on every lamp and night light before preparing her evening dinner.
It was exactly eight o’clock when Camille’s favorite television show had ended. She rose from the living room couch to take her dinner plate to the kitchen sink. While washing the dishes, she noticed that it was dark outside, which reminded her to take her medication. She opened the cabinet door where she kept the bottle, but it was not there. As frustration and fear built within her, she began to go through every drawer and cabinet, in search of her medication. Yet still, the pill bottle was missing. She looked under every piece of furniture and dumped out every bag and container, also, driving herself crazy during the process.
For her to misplace her meds was unlikely. She took two pills every day in the kitchen. One glass of water, gulp. Bottle closes and goes right into the cabinet once again. It has been the same repetitive routine for years. Of all times for them to be missing, it was a night her husband was gone, and she was all alone.
Hours later, Camille had attempted to call her husband twice to notify him of the dilemma, but with no answer. “He’s probably in a meeting.” she thought to herself while throwing the cordless phone on the bed.
“This is childish.” Camille then said softly, placing her hand over her forehead. “It’s just one night without meds. I can do this.“ She tried to put on a smile while shaking her head. “Think good thoughts.” She told herself over and over again.
In the bathroom, Camille stared at her reflection in the mirror while pouring a cup of mouthwash. She gargled and leaned down to spit out into the sink. She rose to see her reflection smiling at her with a demonic look. Instantly terrified, she jumped back into the toilet and stumbled to the floor.
“It’s not real. It’s all in my head. Think good thoughts.” she whispered to herself, but she just couldn’t stop thinking of the unseen horror that may surround her. The horror that awaited her when she would rise from the floor.
While standing, she turned her face away from the mirror, refusing to see her reflection. While standing at the bathroom door, she looked out into the dark hallway, thinking the worst of her fears. Reminding herself that it was all illusions, she prepared herself to step out into the hallway. Just before she could peak her foot out, a large, ghostly figure came from out of one wall, drifting pass the bathroom doorway and through the other. Camille slammed the door and dropped to the floor, placing her back up against the unlocked door. “Somebody help me!” she screamed, but no one could hear her. As Camille sat up against the door in silence. She heard a voice. The voice of a little girl. “Mommy?” heard from the outside of the bathroom door. Camille cried out, begging the ghost to leave her alone. The bathroom lights flicked as Camille covered with her face with her hands.
“Leave me alone, please leave me alone.” She yelled out at whomever was waiting for her in the hallway. Camille felt. a tickle on her arms and neck. She dropped her hands and opened her eyes to see a group of ants crawling over her. She freaked out, swatting at herself until the ants disappeared. The suffering has concluded.
After a brief moment of silence, Camille slowly stood to her feet, with one ear to the door and both hands on the door knob.
She opened the door slowly with caution. The house was freezing cold. She could see the steam from her heavy breathing, while looking to the end of the hall, where her bedroom door was slightly opened. She stepped out of the bathroom and tip-toed softly down the dark hall. The little hairs on her arms stood up straight. The feeling of her hair blowing across her shoulder created a shiver up her back. Her stomach tightened with each step forward.
As she continued to walk down the hall, it seemed to her as if the bedroom was being pushed further away as she would come closer to it. She then turned to look back at the bathroom, the only source of light in the home. She considered going back to the bright room and staying there, until her husband returned the nexy day, but just as she took a step back, the bathroom door slammed shut.
The hall was pitch black and dead silent, leaving Camille whimpering and shaking up against a framed portrait on the wall. She couldn’t take another step if she wanted. It was her absolute worst fear to be trapped in a tight dark place.
As she shivered against the wall, thinking of the supernatural entities and evil creatures that could be waiting in the dark for her, Camille began to sense the presence of another. The muscles in her neck tightened as the energy became stronger. She then felt a hand glide smoothly across her ear. Someone was in the dark hall with her. She cried out like a new born child, as voices began to whisper from all over, Many voices, all talking at the same time. Without any more hesitation, She made a run for it, charging in the direction of her bedroom. She reached the room door, The shaking in her hands made it difficult to open the door, but she managed to enter the master bedroom. Camille locked the door and fell to the floor, crawling toward the night table, where she knew the lamp would be. She turned on the light and was rejoiced to discover and empty room. Her pale skinned face had become blood red. The horror was finally over.
As the beating of her heart slowed, Camille remained resting on the floor, near the lamp on the night table. She looked around for a final check, but she couldn’t help but think of how scared she would be if something were to bust out of the bedroom closet. The thought began to grow uncontrollably in her mind, creating every bit of detail, from the creatures physical shape, sound and movement. Suddenly, the closet door swung open as a beastly figure dashed out in rage. The beast swung and knocked over the lamp, causing the light bulb to break and go out. The room was dark once again. Camille was scared to death, screaming for help as the best roared and attacked her.
The next day, the town home door opened as Jeff stepped in with his luggage and keys in hand.He called out for his wife, expecting her to respond and walk out of the kitchen, dressed in an apron and oven mitts, but she never answered. Arriving upstairs, He went to open the door to the master bedroom. Realizing that it was locked, he inserted a small key from his keyring into the doorknob. The button lock popped open before he entered the room. Camille was sitting on the floor, against the wall, with her hands covering her face. Jeff rushed over to his wife, wrapping his arms around her.
“What happened here, did someone break in?” he asked while grabbing his cell phone to call the police. Camille knocked the phone out of his hand.
“No!” She shouted. “They won’t believe me. Neither will you.”
“Camille, please tell me what happened.”
She cried while explaining the event. Afterwards, Jeff lowered and shook his head in disappointment, not believing a word of what was being told to him. He stood to his feet and began to walk in circles.
“Let me guess, you didn’t take your meds last night, did you?” he asked in an upsetting tone.
“No, I— I couldn’t find them.”
“C’mon, Camille,” He shouted at her. “You know that this is all your fault, because you did not take your medication. We both know how you get when you do not take your meds. You hallucinate and become extremely paranoid. Now look at the mess you made.” he shouted while pointing at the broken items and clutter in the room.
“Jeffrey, please, I need you to believe me.” she begged.
“I have had enough of this.” he interrupted. “I told you before that if you refused to take your meds then you will have to stay in the hospital, where they will make sure that you do. We agreed on that, remember?”
She nodded her head and closed her eyes, knowing that her husband would not believe her. She decided that she would take blame for it and agree to anything that he believed happened. Instead of fighting and trying to convince her husband, she agreed to admit herself into the hospital, hoping that nothing could come after her there.
Jeff leaned over to help her from the floor by grabbing her forearm. Camille screamed out in pain, causing Jeff to release his hold on her and place his hands on his head, tired of her acts. Just as he was about to vent his frustrations with her, he noticed blood on his palm. He checked to see if it was his, but realized that it was from his wife. He slowly turned her arm to notice deep scratches on her forearms. Wounds that looked to come from some form of animal. Jeff backed away and looked at his wife in shock.
My God, how could it be?
“I have a huge, active imagination, and I think I’m really scared of being alone; because if I’m left to my own devices, I’ll just turn into a madwoman.” ― Claire Danes
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