Demons Everywhere - Chap 1

I see them all the time.

They’re always there, no matter where I’m at. Sometimes I’m in the middle of class, sometimes I’m at home, brushing my teeth. I see them, they see me. Some of them focus on me, others just glance over me as if I’m not there.

Some of them are kind of cute, well as cute as a demon can get. But some of them give you a feeling that is hard to describe with words. Imagine this. I’m waking up in the middle of the night, I look around But don’t see anything so you think the sounds I I heard were just in my head. I roll over onto my back and above me, hanging from my ceiling, well not really hanging. He’s just floating there, upside down.

He looks straight into my eyes, frozen with fear I do nothing but stare right back. He’s smiling at me. Well, it’s what I think is a smile.

His mouth goes from one ear hole to the other. Wide with seemingly endless teeth.

I see two things hanging down one of them is… hair? There’s not much else I can call it. Several strands of a long stringy substance hanging down. All the way down, millimeters away from my forehead, lightly swinging back and forth, each time it swings it looks as if it may just hit my forehead, but never does.

Completely focused on the hair I see something else about to touch my face. I’m terrified by what it might do to me. Blood dripping from its ear holes mixed with saliva falling from its mouth, the mixture of the two scares me. It falls.

I flinch ever so slightly. It falls straight through me, as if it just vanished into thin air. The disgusting mixture of the green and, wait, is it green? I thought it might be but it is almost too dark to tell. I look closely, focusing only on the mixture, just when I think it might be a dark red bloody color I lose focus.

Then, I realize that I’ve only seen it’s head. I try to focus on its body. Just as I start to move my eyes over to see its body, I lose consciousness; that things image burned into my retinas.

That was my first encounter.

The next moment I woke up, scared to open my eyes. My cat jumps up on my bed and starts to purr. I open my eyes and luckily, there is no demon there.

I sit up and look around, nothing out of the ordinary, my cat jumps down and makes a B-line straight for her food bowl, of course. It’s in the other room so I lost sight of her.

Just as I start to stand up I hear her hissing, I run over to her and see her in the arms of another demon. This one isn’t quite as terrifying. He notices me and poof, he’s gone. At first I was hoping that what I saw could have been just a horrible night mare, but now I knew it was worse. My own home wasn’t safe, so I rushed to get all of my stuff that was important and put it in my car. Even my cat. I leave the A.C on while I brushed my teeth. I decide I should be ready for the day, it’s Monday by the way. I hear the occasional sound but completely ignore it. I don’t want another incident.

I climb into my car and drive off. I make it to class and hooray, it’s test day. I remember how I studied pretty hard the night before, and with my last sliver of hope, I thought that maybe the things I saw were just hallucinations.

We start the test and I feel like a Vietnam vetran. Flashbacks of that thing in my room. All of the sudden a noise from the ceiling starts. It’s the pitter patter of rain, fitting.

But there is another sound, right above me, apparently everyone hears it and looks up, though, no one seems fazed. I look up, regrettably and there he is, right above me, hair millimeters above my head, this time I’m not frozen, I look straight down and can’t focus on the test and I look out the window into the darkness of the storm.

I see faces in the clouds, almost as if they are controlling the storm, blowing wind and flashing lightning. Then Crack! the lights go out. The emergency light comes on, blinking, but it’s light. Several people pull out their phones and shine their lights.

Though there are fewer people there than I remember when the lights come back on. The room was packed, now the entire front row of desks is empty. I look back up, thank god, the demon is gone. But he left something behind. I hear a scream come from behind me, then another following it. Hanging from the wire is the head of one of my classmates. Hanging from a strand of it’s hair. Her face less than an inch from my own.

I get up and sprint down the hallway fumbling to get my flashlight on because I don’t trust the emergency lights enough to guide me. Oh god, I realize that there is nowhere for me to go, I can’t leave with the storm raging outside, but I can’t stay in that classroom, not after that.

I run to the janitor’s closet. I think a small enclosed space is my best bet. I’m getting closer, almost there when suddenly, the door opens, nope. I quickly turn around a corner, almost falling over before I can see what opened it, there’s no way I’m dealing with that.

It’s like everywhere I go, or think might be safe, there they are. Ones with horns, sharp teeth, claws, and or anything else terrifying. I eventually run into another human, I recognize her face.

I recognize it because it was hanging from the ceiling just moments ago. I took a moment to try and collect my thoughts and find out how, there’s no way, I just saw that face hanging directly above me, blood dripping down.

“Are you okay?” She asks me with a worried tone. “Umm, I guess I am, are you okay,” I say not knowing what else tosay without sounding crazy. “Why wouldn’t I be? I wasn’t the one who just ran out of the classroom.”

I’m so confused but happy that she is alive. “Have you seen anything weird around the halls,” I ask her hoping she can confirm the strange yet terrifying things I’ve seen. “Other than you, not really,” she says in a worried tone. Oh god, what do I do, do I tell her what happened, or what I think happened. Do I pretend like the lightning startled me and caused me to bolt. What do I do what do I do. “Uhm, are you alright, you’ve been staring at me for a good 30 seconds now…” she says, giving me a nervous look.

“Can I talk to you for a little while,” I say, trying not to show my fear. She looks at me confused but surprisingly says “sure, should we find a place to sit?”

We go to a corner and take a seat, the floors are a little sticky so I lay out my hoodie for her to sit on. She appreciates it, since she’s wearing shorts. We talk for what seems like only a few minutes but two hours have already passed. Every once in a while I hear a sound but don’t dare to look. Then, I decide it’s time to get serious with this conversation. “So the reason I bolted…” She physically shows more interest as if this is something she had been waiting for. “Yes,” she asks.

“I saw something, I saw you actually, well your head.” “She doesn’t even look fazed, she just tells me that something similar happened to her. She saw some weird demonic faces so she left as well, but not as dramatically as I did. Boom! even more lightning.

We both went silent. Looking down I realized I never questioned why the floor was sticky. It had a reddish tint. Apparently she noticed the same thing and quickly said “we have to get out of here,” her voice cracking with fear.

So, we ran, I led and took more turns than she thought necessary. She didn’t see the things I did, but we finally made it out. We found my car and drove off.