Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27252147-20151120054107



See that girl in the picture? She wasn't always like that...her real name was Devin. Devin Moore. She loved sports, reading and painting. At age 15 she lost her mother in a deadly car cash, so ever since, she had lived and stayed by the side of her father. Due to the lose of his wife, he had gone into a depression and had picked up his old hobby.

Before getting married, his hobby has been weapon collecting. Knifes, katanas, shirikuns, you name it. He found all types fascinating. After meeting his beloved wife, Elsa, and began a family with her he had dropped his weapon to have a safe environment for his child. Though, now wanting to block out the pain of losing his wife, reality, and his only daughter who was now 19, he returned to his hobby.

One day, while browsing for weapons to add online, he had come across an auction for something called, "The Demon's Claw". What really drew his attention to it was its unique. It's appearance consisted a dark brown leathered strap bounded by a black buckle, a dark metal plate was along the strap that would rest on the opisthenar of the owner, on the plate there were three dark grey hinges with blood red gems along them that led to three more of the same colored gems, then sprouting from the plate were three charcoal colored blades. Devin's father was beyond eager to own such a weapon, and bided for six days straight raising the price to at least $2,000. Devin of course thought it was outrageous, but in the end, he had won.

Devin was far from being upset at her fathers actions, but she did feel a tug at her heart at his expression when the item had arrived. He was so...happy, he seemed to be in a much better condition than in the past years. So she decided to let this slip by. When opening the box, the weapon was secluded in a clear box. Their expressions turned into confusion, it was as if the weapon was gonna attack them or something. There was even a folded note attached to the box, with the words READ ME scribbled. Her father picked up the note and opened it. Beginning to read,

"To whomever comes in possession of this weapon, please read this letter and follow the simple direction...DO NOT OPEN THE BOX OR PLACE THE WEAPON UPON YOURSELF. It is a very dangerous thing, I...I don't know where that damn weapon came from, but it was just passed down to ME one day. I couldn't stop it...I couldn't save my best friend who had foolishly placed it on themselves, unaware of the dangers contained. They were possessed by some....demon. Once placed on you, it won't come OFF. There is a fucking DEMON contained within this box, in that weapon. They went insane, almost killing us...I can't stress enough to NOT PLAC--"

Her father stopped reading and crumpled up the note. He rolled his eyes at the nonsense and so did Devin, despite being a little creeped out by the note. They both assumed it was some stupid prank, to try and get him to abandon the weapon or something. Hell no he wasn't, especially after spending all that money just to get it. Devin began thinking logically against the note, if it was dangerous and such then WHY would someone sell it? If it 'couldn't be taken off' then HOW is it here at her house now in a protective box, and now placed along the other weapons in the living room? Huh? She sighed, People will always try to scare others...

Though, ever since that weapon entered the house, strange things began happening. Especially at night as Devin slept. It started off simple, like whispers all around her. She would do her best to ignore them, but gradually, they became more persistent. They even followed her to her colleges classes.

The whispers, sounded like they were urging her to do something. They became more persistent to the point where she couldn't even sleep. The voices seemed to be coming from every direction in the dark room, barely light by the moonlight. Some even beckoned her to move, to move out of the bed and go somewhere...she slowly followed the command. The whispers were moving in a trail, that were about to lead her downstairs, until she was interrupted by her father and then had to fake an excuse at why she was up in the middle of the night, which was the get a glass of water, then quickly headed back to her room and shook her head. Believing what just happened had to have been a case of sleepwalking.

Though the following night....it all happened.

The whispers, this time called out her name, "Deviiiiinnnnn....join ussssssss" she sat up in her bed as the voices seemed to echo around the room, then suddenly felt like they were circling around her. Her heart pounded, fear was making her tense up, there banging noises in the walls, growls echoed in the room, her door was being pounded against as if something was trying to get in, deep gashes were made along the wall and floor and on her arms. She held back her shouts of pain and instead clasped her hands over her ears and began to curl into a ball terrified, until suddenly...everything stopped. Devin slowly moved her hands shaking and slightly crying, while looking around, and hearing silence.

She sighed in relief, until she felt a sharp pain shoot her in the back. She released a silent scream, eyes widening, and felt an unknown force flow through her blood stream and muscles. Forcing her to move.

The voices then came back, but in an odd soothing way. She felt her mind get foggy, and finally felt relaxation spread all over her, more than she ever had been for the past days. She was completely unaware of her body even moving out from her room, and head downstairs. Her state of conscious was almost wiped away, until she heard a voice frantically yell her name. "...vin! DEVIN! DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Her father's voice pierced through her foggy mind, pulled her out of almost unconsciousness, and snap back to reality.

She was partially back in control of her actions, and realized that her arms were moving on their own. Strapping the weapon on her right wrist as tight as possible. She began to panic and tried to force herself out of the possession but her right arm fought back. She felt pure terror rise up, she began hyperventilating a bit at the sight her right arm's actions. They were unnatural, twisting it painfully and seeing the faint view of her veins turning black. Her fingers twitched, she screamed at the feeling of needles poking along her veins as they changed, her arm too, began changing color slowly. As she attempted to try and gain control of her arm, the weapon was suddenly coming at her face, and in an instant, half of her face, was gashed open.

The gashes teared open her eye, cheek and forehead. Blood splatter everywhere and poured out slowly. She released a shriek of pure agonizing pain. Her father, who watched in pure horror and not knowing what to do, then took action to attempt and save the last remainder of his small family. He ran to her side but in a flash, Devin's possessed arm made a move first, and gashed his throat open.

Blood painted the floor and his nightwear. He moved backwards a bit in shock and fear at the sudden pain, then slowly headed towards the ground and began to bleed to death. After a few minutes, his face slammed into the floor, as the blood continued to pool around him.

Devin stared in shock, and witnessed herself kill the last person in her family.

She began crying at the sight, then just as she began to wail while still feeling the blood leave her body and the terror completely taking over her body, she too began to fade away...then fell to the ground. Dead.

The weapon strapped on Devin's wrist seemed to have tightened by itself even more, and had changed the color of half her arm to charcoal black, showing it was now in full possession of her entire body. Her fingers began to move a bit, her legs twitched, then her body slowly rose from the ground, and stood bent over a bit. Her normal eye had lost it's color and was pure white with an undilated pupil in full view. Her skin was pale, half of her face from the forehead down was coated with blood that trailed down her neck when she laid dead, though the part of her face that was damaged was in need of repair.

Her body moved to find a thread and needle of some kind. The eye looked around and when succeeding, messily the hand had begun to sew the gashes closed. Afterwards, her body wandered around the house on shaky legs, and began to search for something to cover up its face. She began to dig through boxes in a closet. Upon doing so, she stumbled across a mask. A mask that Devin herself actually made once for Halloween for a contest at her highschool, by creating the most disturbing mask.

It was a blood red colored mask with the right eye hole "stitched" closed and bright blood trails coming from it while the left eye hole remained open, though still had blood trails coming out. There were also crack markings along the whole mask.

The mask was placed on to hide away her distorted and damaged face, while adjusting the strap banging was suddenly heard from the front door of the home and muffled yells. The creature within Devin's body took a chance to break out the kitchen window and run off into the night, in search of more to kill...to satisfy that evil entity within.

Sometimes in the dead of night, when it's foggy outside and the moon is high in the sky...if home alone and reading this story, you will begin to hear creaks along your houses floor. Soft growling and hissing noises will echo around you, large gashes will be made on all the doors in the house, whispers will be coming out from the dark rooms...then your power will go out. In the dark, you'll hear a raspy, deadly voice call out your name...a single, white colored eye will appear out of the dark and stare at you.

Try to remain contact and not show fear...with luck the creature may draw back.

But dare blink or look away...

You will not live to see the next day. 