What I shouldn't See

My black heels clicked along the sidewalk as we walked toward the church. I had never been to a church before, and this was to be my first time, but I was mentally preparing myself. No, I was not preparing myself for the funeral I was to be attending. No, I was preparing myself for the energy and presence of all of those there, both dead and alive. 

You see I am pagan. But my mother would die if she ever heard me say such a thing. I looked over at my mother. Her lips were pierced and her eyes tight, and her long black dress fluttered in the autumn breeze. We were attending the funeral of a collage of hers, and unknowingness to my father, or anyone else, she was having an affair with the man. I remember going down the stairs one night to get a glass of water to find my mother intertwined with him on the couch when my father was working late. 

My father was just here to support my mother, unknowing her grieving was much more than it seemed. He seemed to be sleepwalking down the sidewalk. He only cared about work and gave me a life he never had. 

I, with jet black hair and unnatural electric blue eyes, a girl of 16 in a lavish mansion, seemed to have it all. Actually, it was far from it. I would have been poor and happy if that meant a normal life. But here I am attending a funeral of a man who had an affair with my mother, as my sleepwalking father comes.

The church was large and lit with candles, and rows and rows of people were grieving for the man. 

I could not help but throw my hands over my ears as they start to buzz. Someone was angry, and they wanted me to know for sure. 

My family found a row in the very back and waited for the precession to start. I sat on the edge to leave suddenly if I needed to do so, as I often do in situations like this. 

I heard whispers above my head. Loud. I couldn't make them out. I looked up to see misty figures zooming around the upper-level floor. I could see them-feel them looking at me. They knew I could see them. I looked away quickly and occupied myself with other things, I didn't want to associate myself with them. 

I decided to study breathing grievers. 

They mostly wore sad expressions, but I was not interested in those people, I was actually interested in his daughter and wife. (Yes, he was cheating on his spouse as well.) His wife cried silently and stared out the window next to her, but her daughter was expressionless. This intrigued me seeing how her father has just passed in a terrible accident.


I stared at her. Was this the way she dealt with grief? It was not unheard of. I stared at her. My thoughts were abruptly stopped when the "father" walked into the large room. He started speaking of the man and his life. I blocked this out. 

I didn't want to be here, but my mother bought me a dress and insisted I came.

"You might hit it off with his daughter, you know. She is close to your age." She had said. Oo. Close to my age. Did that mean I would like her? Of course, it didn't. Just being close in age does not mean instant friendship. My mother knew I thought of kids my age as overrated.  

I felt a sudden shiver down my spine and pulled myself back into reality. It was suddenly very cold in here. Or so I thought because I could a few women fanning themselves and men and younger boys pulling on ties. 

"You're her daughter..."  A voice hissed in my ear. I snapped my head up only to see nothing but a shadow zoom from my side to the casket. It appeared to be slamming against it violently, to no avail. Its violence scared me. It was screaming and its voice was distorted. It zoomed from griever to griever yelling inaudible words.  

Its violence and energy were so much it made me dizzy. The nuns had left. It was the only "thing" Here. It got foggy and the room started to fade....

I was standing next to a corps. Or so I thought. I screamed in horror as it twitched and moved. He was the man my mother had an affair with. He was gasping for air as blood came out of his eyes, nose, mouth, and even his ears. We were in the master bedroom and he was writhing on the floor. I was frozen in terror as he died before my very eyes.

 I made my frozen hand move forward to touch the man, but my hand went through it and a misty-like substance came off of his hand, and I jumped back. I could nothing but watch in horror as the man was in pain. 

He manages to pull himself to the bed and stand up. He stumbled to a dresser with a mirror and screams at his bloody reflection. Then, he did one final gasp as he took his last breath. His hands gave way and his head slammed into the dresser, cutting open his head as yet more blood poured from his head. He fell to the floor. His lifeless green eyes stared at the roof, seeing nothing.

I gasped as the scene disappeared before my very eyes and I was sitting back in my seat. No one seemed to have noticed this violent death, so I knew it was just I who saw it. But when the fog was gone, I almost screamed in horror as that very man stood in front of me, his face twisted and distorted in a way that was so gruesome I could never describe. 

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the seat. He stared at me. I stared back, and his blood dripped but never hit the floor, it disappeared into a mist. I whispered to my mother I was going to use the bathroom and ran to the closes ladies' room. He followed, yet his feet did not move. It got to a point I found him standing in front of me at every corner I turned. I found the bathroom and locked the door, even though it had several stalls. He was there I slid down the door and hid my face in my hands.

"What do you want?" I whispered in fear. There was no answer. I waited, and when no response came I looked up only to regret it. He was face to face with me, almost nose to nose. I shrieked and hid my face again. 

"LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!"  He yelled over and over again. Tears fell down my cheeks and I refused to look up at the monster that stood before me.

"LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!"

"LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!"

"LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!"

I gave in and slowly looked up. He stopped screaming. I stared at the eyes of this man. 

"Why do you do this to me?" I whispered. His blank expression turned into a grin. Then the grin stretched....

His teeth were sharp as daggers and blood poured out of them all over me and the floors. I screamed and tried to push the figure away from me, and my hands went through the misty monstrous figure. Yet his body flew across the room. He hit the bathroom wall as his grin stayed and blood continued to flow from his mouth. Yet his head twisted violently and his body pressed up against the walls as if stuck. Blood was dripping off my dress and I stood up. I staggered towards the man. 

"What do you want?" I commanded, authority in my voice. Tears fell from my cheeks.

Blood started to pour from toilets, sinks, and mirrors, and lights flashed. blood grew higher and higher in the room. The man finally responded.

"Your mother killed me. Now, I take you as my revenge." 

I screamed as blood went to my neck. I waded to the door and pounded on it and screamed. Someone..........anyone.....

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 06.01.2023

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