Pure: A Paranormal Romance
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“No.” She paused. “Can you make the monster go away?”
“That’s what I plan to do.” He offered her a small smile. “Are you ready to see your mommy?”
Amelia nodded, and for the first time since the session started, she smiled back at him.
“Wait here one moment, sweetie. I’ll go get her for you.”
Amelia watched as the doctor left the room, hope bubbling up in her chest.
When her mommy finally came in, she had tears on her cheeks. “Mommy, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“It’s nothing baby. Mommy’s fine.” Her mother smiled, but Amelia knew it wasn’t a real one. She could always tell the difference between a real smile, and her mommy’s fake ones. The real ones didn’t happen very often.
“Don’t be sad, Mommy. Dr. Sam is going to make the monster go away.”
The smile wobbled as she pulled Amelia into a hug. “I know baby. Everything’s going to be okay.”
“Can we go home now?” Amelia’s muffled voice echoed out from the folds of her mother’s blouse. She was excited, to sleep, to go to bed without fear.
“We can,” her mother said, her voice shaky. “Let’s do that.”
***
Magic pills. That’s what her mommy called them. They were what the doctor gave to help make the monster go away. They were small, white, and hard to swallow. Amelia didn’t like them, and she didn’t think they would work.
When her mother tucked her in, Amelia had been confused. She’d expected the doctor to come, dressed like a knight and carrying a sword. She’d expected him to scare the monster away. The magic pills looked like candy, and she didn’t think candy would scare anyone, least of all the monster.
Despite this, she’d smiled, bid her mommy good night, and hadn’t even argued about the light being turned off. Her mother had smiled, a real one, just before she left her room, and for that, Amelia was happy.
***
Sometime later, Amelia was awoken by a loud bang. Her eyes flew open wide, scanning the surroundings. Her heart was thundering so loud, she could feel the pulse inside her ears.
The room was dark, and she strained to listen for any sound. She’d answered the doctor’s questions. She’d taken the pills. Amelia hoped, with every bone in her small, terrified body, that the noise was something normal.
She kept herself perfectly still, her breath shallow, waiting for the same thing to happen night, after night, after night, after night. Waiting for the monster to arrive; for him to start his game.
She waited so long, her chest hurt. She needed to breathe freely, but the noise would distract her. Her eyes burned from the fight to leave them open. She needed to blink, but then she might miss something, something important. She continued to wait, paralyzed in a state of fear.
Nothing happened.
She took a deep breath. Blissfully, she closed her burning eyes. There was nothing. It was okay. It wasn’t the monster this time. Her mommy had been right. The doctor had been right.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
Amelia jerked violently, barely containing the scream that threatened to rip past her lungs. Silent tears immediately began to pour from her eyes. The doctor was wrong. Nobody could make the monster go away. Nobody could help her, nobody.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
Her whole body shook. Using the only defense she had, she balled herself up as small as she could, shutting her eyes tightly.
Silence. Long and heavy. It filled the space, more ominous than any noise, and the waiting began again. Terrifying. Muscles aching from their tense position. Ready, but not ready. Never ready. The same thing, night, after night, after night, but never ready.
The minutes ticked by at a glacial speed. Nothing. More silence.
Slowly, Amelia sat up and searched her surroundings once again. Everything was eerily still as if time itself was stopped, frozen, never again to release her from the terror that was once her bedroom.
Keeping her movements slow and mechanical, she soundlessly worked her way out of bed. It was an agonizing process, but she wanted her mommy, and she was too afraid to yell out for fear that the monster would hear her. She was too afraid to disturb the silence, for fear of what would happen if she did.
By the time she actually got both feet to the floor, a fine sheen of sweat glistened across her forehead. Tiptoeing, one step at a time, she worked her way towards the door.
Click.
Her small body froze, ramrod straight. Wide eyes locked onto the closet door. Her heart was in her throat, still beating wildly, choking her.
The doorknob slowly began to turn.
Tears pooled in her eyes, fogging her vision. Furiously, she lifted her tiny fist and fought to wipe them away. She needed to see. She needed to be alert. She needed to…
A loud creaking noise cut off her thoughts. It echoed through the silence like a bomb set off in a canyon.
The door slowly swung outwards. She could hear the breathing again, raspy and deep. It was real. She knew it was real.
In her mind, she envisioned herself, running for the door, making it out, reaching her mother’s room. Her muscles tensed, her body poised, readying itself to make the leap to escape. Her left foot started, moving the slightest of fragments, barely at all, then froze.
Red dots, small and glowing like the embers of a fire, floated within the darkness. Amelia strained her eyes, staring, unable to do anything else.
The red dots grew brighter, more vivid. Amelia had never seen them before. She was frightened of the change, of what these new red dots could be.
Then… they blinked.
Eyes. They were eyes, and no sooner had she figured it out than a form began to materialize around them. Black. Nothing but an outline, but still there. The monster.
A violent scream ripped out of her throat, lungs burning from the effort.
In response, the closet door slammed shut, shaking the walls. A photo fell to the floor with a crash, glass shattering, glittering like jewels against the hard wood.
The screaming never ceased, her throat feeling as if it would bleed. She scrambled backward, stumbling over her own feet, falling into a terrified heap onto the floor. Her mother flew into the room in a panic. She found Amelia, and immediately lifted her up, gripping her tightly, one hand on the back of the girl’s head, another supporting her weight.
Shushing noises left her lips. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” she murmured. Her heart was pounding and hands were shaking with adrenaline.
The girl’s screams dulled to whimpers. Then, whimpers turned to silent sniffles. When she’d finally calmed enough, her mother asked, “What happened, baby?”
“I saw it, Mommy! It was in my closet.” She began to sob again.
“I’ll go check.” Her mother offered, slowly lowering the girl to the floor.
“No! Mommy, don’t open the door!” Amelia begged. It was in there. She’d actually seen it. She wanted to leave. Leave the room. Leave the house. Leave this place and go far away. Go so far, the monster couldn’t find her again.
“Amelia! It’s okay! I promise. You stay over here, and I’ll go check.” She gave the girl a stern look.
Amelia knew she couldn’t stop her. Her mother never listened. She never believed.
Reluctantly, she released her hold and held her breath. Each step her mommy took was like a battering ram to her nerves.
Her mother opened the closet door, pulling the little chain that illuminated the inside of it.
It was empty.
“See. There’s nothing…” Her mother paused. “Amelia, honey? Did you do this?”
Amelia stepped forward, and saw what had her mother so frozen in place.
Never going to leave.
The words written were aggressively sprawled over and over again in thick black crayon.
Amelia’s mother dropped to her knees as sobs racked her frame. Amelia watched her shoulders shake, feeling helpless. Nothing could stop
it. No one could help.
She knew, in that moment, that she was on her own.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
Thank you so much for reading Pure! I can’t express how grateful I am for reading something that was once just a thought inside my head.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born and raised in Ohio. Been writing since I was 7. Full time mom of one daughter and obsessed with horror movies and chocolate chip cookies.