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Third Contest Winner!
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Oh wow. Thanks. I really didn't think I'd win; that's not one of my better pieces. Haha, thanks though.
Good job Ashlynn (this just shows how awesome a writer you really are to win, what two, of these already)!
Thank you *insert smiley face of some sort*
Shhh
A flash of rage, and her fist flew out in the direction of her brother.
Just in time, he dodged, and his furious older sister planted her hand through the wall of her bedroom.
“Oliver! God, seriously!” Sister, Eve, wrenched her fist out of her wall and whirled around to her brother. She felt her face burn. “Don’t steal my stuff like that! Especially my iPad! You could’ve broken it!”
Oliver’s eyes wafted to the hole in the wall, and he snickered a little. “Look who‘s talking.”
She pointed to the opening. “That’s your fault too! Now get out of my room before I put a hole in your head!”
The fourteen-year-old brother scurried away from Eve empty-handed.
She sighed, anger making her weary, and looked back to the hole in the wall. Maybe she did need to go to anger management.
Or maybe Oliver should just go away. Forever.
Deftly, Eve poked her long fingers through the hole, hooked them on the sides and brought her face forward. Her nails drifted along the ragged edges, and she peered in.
Black. All black, swallowing up details and letting only noises remain.
“How am I going to fix this?” In an instant, Eve had her bedroom door shut and she was collapsing onto her four-poster bed. Her legs dangled over the edge as she stared up at the water-stained ceiling, waiting for answers to fall from it. Though she was nearing the age of eighteen, she hadn’t a clue how to fix a hole in the wall.
“I could just tape a picture over it…”
Shhh.
Eve sat up, eyes narrowed and senses alert. “Oliver, get out,” she mumbled.
Shhhh.
“Oliver?”
Shhhhlip.
Eve flew to the hole in her wall and shoved her ear into it.
Shhhlll…
Was that…slithering?
Eve’s face twisted up and she wondered. Wondered, what. Indeed she knew hardly a thing about houses, and hers was ancient and sideways, but a sense of wrongness hung in the air. Yes. Something was undeniably wrong.
Shhhhh.
She jerked her head away and glared at the hole.
Shhhhlip.
It was getting louder.
Shhhh…
Eve had no ability to scream.
Cables poured out from the hole, struggling, fighting with each other to be out first. Segmented with translucent black cup-shapes, they slid against one another, that dreaded shhlip sound loud as ever when they did. The could be called cords, but no, they were live. Feelers. Tentacles.
They were increasing.
Eve stumbled to her door, feet sliding out, terror firing through her. What were they? Why were they in the walls of her house?
She got to her door, reached for the knob, but one of the tentacles got there first. Next she went for her windows, but the tentacles had arrived there too, creeping up the glass like vines. Eve watched in horror as they snaked under her comforter and up her walls. They didn’t stop coming from the hole.
One brushed her ankle, and she staggered backwards. Eve kept on staggering until she was in the darkness of her closet.
She slammed the door shut and buried herself in clothes.
…
Shhh.
The doorknob twisted from the outside, click, and the door to the closet swung open.
There was nowhere to run now.
Eve felt the tentacles slip up her legs, around her torso, and squeeze. This time, she did scream.
“Oliver!! Mom!! Dad!!”
Her arms were fastened to her sides and she was brought out from the closet. Held in the air, she watched her room, her door, her everything being shattered by black lines. The tentacles headed for her neck, and then encased her head.
“Help--”
Her last word was muffled as a tentacle pried her mouth open, and another skidded down her throat.
Eve’s world went blank.
Later, she’d wake up.
And her body would be filled with them.
They would control her every move.
It would not end well.