by Michael Bray
He knew he would never be the same. He knew even if he did escape from the hell he now sat in, it would always be with him. He would always remember those things he had done, always know that when he lay down at night, he would see the images of those terrible acts he had been forced to commit.
He stared at that black, sightless eye and wondered how it would feel if he pulled the trigger. Would he hear the explosion of gunfire before his brain was reduced to mush? Or would it be blessed silence and emptiness, a black void where those terrible acts would be forever lost to him.
He liked that idea. It appealed to him.
He put the gun under his chin, clamping his jaws together, breathing through his nose. His adrenaline spiked, already strained heart thundering along. He could feel it. He could feel everything.
The wet mess he sat in, the pain in his side, the pulled muscles in his forearms where he had torn the poor old couple to pieces. The only truth was the gun.
He held it with both hands, finger poised over the trigger.
He didn’t have the guts, he knew he wouldn’t be able to go through with it despite what he had done. He knew he wasn’t the person that had done those terrible things.
It was the house that was to blame.
The house and the awful things that lived inside it. He envied anyone else who came to this place. There was evil there, evil beyond anything humanity could ever comprehend.
He decided he wouldn’t kill himself because of them. He wouldn’t let them win. He would go away and at least try to learn to live with it.
He relaxed the pressure on the trigger, just as the voice shouted in his ear. The word never made it to his brain, the shock forcing him to pull the trigger and blow the top of his skull away.
He slumped to his side, blood pouring out of his head where he lay amid the mess.
A heavy silence fell over Hope House, then it creaked and settled against its foundations. If anyone had been there to hear it, they might think it sounded like a contented sigh.
THE HOPE HOUSE CHRONICLES CONTINUE!
A TROUBLED FAMILY LOOKING TO REPAIR THEIR BROKEN RELATIONSHIP…
A GIRL SENSITIVE TO THE EVIL IN HOPE HOUSE……
AN EVIL BONDED TO HER AS THE FAMILY STRUGGLE TO FIGHT AN EVIL THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND…..
A BATTLE FOR HER LIFE AS THE EVIL WHICH INHABITS HER REFUSES TO RELINQUISH IT’S GRIP….
