chapter six: the attic part two
- before you read any further, This one is about the rape of a younger male. Not to be offensive and is only fiction. If you do not like that idea then don't read along. This is only to let you know what happens to the character to show why he is the way he is. And if you don't want to read this part, you can skip to the next chapter without getting confused. Thank you and enjoy.*
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for a few hours. I stayed in my room as my dad stayed in his study. It was quiet, no ghostly noises. No footsteps through the halls. Almost as if the house went to sleep. Boy was I wrong.
10:30p.m
I was half asleep just laying on my bed. Next I hear a few knocks on the door.
"Son, I'm heading out for a short while. Going to have dinner with Sarah. Are you sure you don't want to join us?" He asked.
"I'm good, I'll eat a sand which. I'm not all that hungry and I'm tired as well." I said as I sat up.
"Ok. I'll be back in a bit." He replied.
"Take your time. Go have fun. She's a good looking gal." I said
He laughed as I heard the footsteps walk away and faded into the distance. The door opens then shuts. He's gone finally, and its time to roam the halls. I stripped down to nothing and opened the door. I started to head down the hall to the end where the mirror use to be. I heard footsteps following behind. I tried to ignore it but they crept closer and closer. I reached the end of the hall and turned around to see who it was and nobody was there. But as I turned to look, I noticed every door was wide open.
I started to walk back, looking in each room as I passed by. Nothing seemed strange besides the doors being open. But once I walked halfway, the doors started to slam shut one by one. So I started to run as the doors were getting closer to me as the shut. I made it out into the dining room before the last door slammed shut. I spoke too soon about the house being asleep.
The lights started to flicker and I heard the static coming from the outlets and everything electronic. Footsteps were heard running down the hall on the second floor heading towards the attic. For some odd reason, even being scared out of my wits. Something drew me in to follow along. I snuck upstairs, trying not to make a sound. Once I got to the top, I peered around the corner to see if anyone was upstairs. Nothing was seen. And again all doors were wide open.
I began walking towards the attic as it was the only door that wasn't open. I looked inside of each room and still nothing in any of the rooms. I got to the end of the hall where the attic door was and tried to turn the knob but it was locked and dad had the keys. I turned around and saw the doors close one after another. With each door closed, the light that was close to that door went out. The hall started getting darker and dark as the doors started to shut. My heart racing, I pressed my back to the door and put my arm in front of my face, not knowing what to expect. The last door shut and the last light went out.
There I stood in complete darkness. I couldn't even see my own hand in front of my face. I then heard a shallow breathing in front of me. I could smell a god awful strength coming from in front of me, it smelled like the aftermath of a pile of garbage that had been burning. The rotting of a dead animal. The breathing got closer until I saw a pair of dull eyes glow slightly. They were lifeless. The light above me flickered as it showed a hooded figure in front of me. Just enough light to show the outline of the man. He screeched as his mouth stretched open taring the stitches from his mouth. It was so loud that I covered my ears. It was almost deafening. Then it stopped with no warning. I opened my eyes and the lights were on. And the attic door was cracked open.
I felt as if my heart was trying to escape my chest it was beating so fast. I steadied myself before I opened the door the rest of the way. I heard crying coming through the crack in the door. I then started to open the door as it creeked slowly. I headed up the stairs with each step, the creeking echoes through the stair way. There was a light shining on the floor from around the corner as a shadow goes through it. Somebody was up there. Was it the boy I had seen earlier?
I reached the top and looked around the corner to see who might be here this time. Hoping it wasn't the creepy hooded man. Once I looked, I saw the string from the light fixture swinging as if someone bumped into it. The mirror stood tall and the drapes were on the floor. The dust floated in the air as it went through the light. The light didn't work earlier so I never seen anything up here before. The boxes were decaying as bugs were crawling in and out of the sides. Cobwebs were covering the beams. There stood half of a mannequin that had been charred slightly. And other miscellaneous objects scattered around.
I walked closer to the mirror as I trip over a small box and land on the floor. I looked over to grab the box and it had spilled a couple objects out. They were children's toys that had been burned and crushed. Why would you keep such objects in a box that should be thrown away? I thought to myself.
I felt two arms wrap around my arms and chest. I jumped at the touch and pushed him away. It was the boy, he had the most depressed look on his face. The pain in his eyes. He was happy to see me, but when I pushed him away, he started to cry again and ran behind the mirror. I stood up and ran to find him, but he wasn't there anymore. I felt bad about pushing him, but who could blame me for seeing all the shit I've been seeing lately?
"I'm so sorry little buddy, I didn't mean to push you. I thought you were the scary man. Please come out." I shouted. But nothing.
"Don't worry, I'm here for you. Nothing to be afraid of." I said again.
After a few seconds of silence, I heard shuffling behind the mirror. The boy peeked his head around to look at me. He then came out and held his head down and walked to me as he stared at the floor.
"What's your name?" I asked.
He just shrugged his shoulders as he got closer.
"My name is Cole. Please tell me your name." I asked again.
He stopped walking, still looking at the ground.
"You lied." He muttered in a low voice.
"What?" I asked.
"You lied." He repeated.
"What did I lie about?" I asked.
"You lied to me. You said you won't leave me." He sobbed.
"But I am here. I didn't leave." I said as I reached my hand out.
"You wasnt there to protect me." He whimpered.
"I'm sorry. I'll protect you now." I said as I stepped closer to him.
He looked up at me and began to smile slightly. But the smile faded, and the fear in his eyes became deep. He started to back up and he pointed at me. Or so I thought. He was pointing past me. I looked slowly across my shoulder as something attacked me. Snake like shadows surrounded me, wrapped around my body. My arms, legs, and chest as they throw me against the wall. My body was bound tightly. I couldn't move at all.
All I could do was stare helplessly at the boy and the dark figure showed himself. The hooded man lowers his hood and looks back at me, half of his face was scarred and burned badly. He was wearing a deep red trench coat that had been torn to almost shreds with a long hood. He looks back at the boy and the man shot out more of the snake like shadows, snatching the boy up by his arms.
The snake like abjects wrapped around his arms and his legs. A few crawled under his clothing and ripped them away from his body. The boy began to scream and struggle to get out of the grip that they had on him but it was useless. One of them smacked him across the chest as he flynched after it leaving a long red welt across his body. Crying still, a few more times, it left welt after welt. Until the snakes began to spread his legs apart, showing off his little prick and his tight little hole. One of the snakes slid down his stomach, across his prick as it twitched a little and between his inner thighs.
Once there it rested on his little hole and began prodding at it. Stretching it out enough to let it itself in. It then pushed itself inside him as his whole body tensed up and gasped for air. It began moving inside of him, in and out with much force. The boys struggle was useless, and after a few moments his body went limp. And his eyes just had a blank stare to them. As if there was nobody home. After a few more thrusts inside, the figures slid out of him as you could seen the once little hole now I torn and bruised hole. Then he throws the boy into the back of the attic and turns to me.