Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24714617-20140509060756

Yeah, I know that the title sounds like something out of an anime or B-movie, but I'm really bad when it comes to titles, so please just ignore it if you will.

Anyway, here's the pasta.

Crimson Night

Half-asleep, I heard the phone ringing and reached out for it.

“It’s Tom, I must see you at once!”

I was much surprised by Tom’s eagerness to see me and his nervous tone. I thought that something serious must’ve happened and so I rushed to Tom’s house at 12PM, but not without a hint of a carefree attitude, since I knew that Tom did drugs.

Once I arrived, I had to summon all of my forces to knock the door down, seeing that Tom himself nor anyone in his household would answer from inside. When I entered, I found the house to be in complete disarray, with some of the furniture broken as if a fight had broken up inside. “This is definitely strange, no stupid LSD or something this time” I muttered to myself and walked towards Tom’s room, calling his name. I could hear him cursing from the outside, so I knew that he’d be there.

“Tom, is everything okay? Why are you holed up inside your room, did a thief break into your house or something?”

“No, it’s far worse than that. You don’t want to open that door.”

“I have to see if you’re okay so I’m coming in- what is this?”

“I told you not to enter.”

In the room were the mutilated bodies of both his parents, haphazardly covered with a blanket. Tom was in the corner, soaked in blood and clutching a knife. He had a shirt covering his face.

Understandably terrified, I ran up to him and quickly disarmed him. As I seized both of his hands, the shirt fell from his face.

He stared at me in disbelief, eyes glowing red and said, ‘Great, now you’re doomed too.’

“What do you mean? And why are you wearing those contacts? What happened?”

“These are not contacts. You know about these crazy voodoo rituals I usually try for fun when I’m high, right? Turns out the last one wasn’t fake, it wasn’t fake at all.”

“Tom, I’m taking you to the police. Don’t be afraid, they’ll know how to deal with this.”

He let out a hearty laugh and still staring into my eyes he said, ‘Ha! There’s no escaping it, I’ll be dead and so will you. I called you so that you’d deal with this but now it’s too late. You have stared me in the eye.’

“What?”

“The ritual works as follows: make an effigy and receive the strength and speed of demons. The only downside is that you’d also get the natural thirst for souls that these creatures have. Much like a disease the demon jumps from one person to another by means of eye contact, when his host starts running out of life energy, which can only be maintained if the host gives in to the demon’s desires. If not, the demon simply leaves.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re not making any sense. I don’t believe in such things.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, see for yourself then. Here’s a mirror.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I looked at my face and was appalled to see that my eyes were burning with a fiendish red. Instantly, I turned my gaze to Tom and saw that the menacing color in his eyes was dimming.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You have one week. Try not to murder anyone and the demon will probably go away.”

<p class="MsoNormal">And so he died in my arms. I let go of his body, looked around for some shades and called the police. They concluded that Tom killed both of his parents, consumed their internal organs and died of unknown causes.

<p class="MsoNormal">I gave no account of what I truly saw and locked myself in my room with enough provisions for a week, throwing the key out as a precaution. I was somehow able to convince both my parents and the police that I was traumatized by what I’ve seen and that they should just leave me alone. With the passing of each day, this irrational bloodlust grows stronger. Yesterday, I nearly kicked my room’s door open but was able to control myself. I can only hope that this creature will relieve me of its dreadful grasp. I only have one bottle of water and some cookies left.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Oregonian, June 20st

<p class="MsoNormal">After the bizarre Sunnyslope murders that we’ve related on June 12th, an entire family of four was found dead on their residence with the exception of one teenager boy, who is missing. The police is looking into the matter but as of now, all investigators claim to not be able to tell for sure if it was a copycat murder related to the Sunnyslope incident but nevertheless, they warned residents to take precautions, should a deranged Richard Matari, 16 happen upon their doors. Multiple attempts to locate the boy have failed, but the police are confident that they can find Matari or at least, his remains. Witnesses have reported seeing a boy bearing Matari’s likeness performing superhuman feats, but the chief of police says that this is just a case of the populace turning fact into folklore due to the gruesome and coincidental nature of the murders. <ac_metadata title="Pasta for Review: Crimson Night"> </ac_metadata>