You sit up, looking outside, and see that the sun has barely risen in the sky. There’s a less-than-pleasant growling in your tummy and you drag yourself out of bed, thoughts of the past few hours lingering in your subconscious.
You steal a brief glance at the mirror, and laugh at your current state. Your hair’s a mess, there’s a spot on your shirt where your drool leaked and you’re pretty sure one of your eyes is bigger than the other. Running a brush through your hair quickly, you leave your room and head to the kitchen, where your sister is seated, having breakfast.
There’s some conversation about the things you’d done before falling asleep, and you tell her about all the horror games you’d read up on—it’s something you share in common with her, this penchant for things that scare the shit out of you, and it’s always been fun to spook each other out.
In the distance you hear a loud, ominous roar of laughter, reminding you of what you’d always imagined a witch’s laughter to sound like. Involuntarily, you clutch the pendant your mother had told you to wear when you’d started pestering her about the things that are slowly driving you crazy.
There’s no witch’s cackle, you tell yourself. No ghosts moving my things around in my room. No spirits sitting on me when I sleep on my bed. No insane cults summoning monsters from hell. No Otherworld.
Maybe I should stop playing all those horror games.
You realize you can’t get the images out of your head—of all those zombies and nightmarish creatures from Silent Hill and Resident Evil and Amnesia and everything else. You gulp down the rest of your breakfast and start to feel sick. You should probably go and try to get some more sleep; your sister’s leaving for school soon anyway, and there won’t be anyone left to talk to.
Your cat climbs up to the top of the fridge and starts bawling. Regular insane cat behavior for sure. Outside, you hear your dog growling and barking furiously at something, but you’re too lazy to check what it is.
You continue to converse with your sister, the conversation now leaking into other areas of your lives, such as school and work and other mundane things.
The local church’s bells start ringing, and you can’t remember whether this happens regularly, or there’s a special occasion.
A few streets away, a phone rings in the barangay captain’s office, but nobody answers.
A strange smell, like something dead or dying, fills the air. Your dog gives out a loud yelp before shutting up completely, and the front door swings open with a loud bang!
Originally posted on Tumblr on Jul 31st 2012