Just Desert

Anne had always had a passion for what others would consider 'scary'. The mystery behind it had always intrigued her. It would draw her in like a paper towel does to water. It was like she never had a choice.

Earlier that evening her parents had decided it was time for them to go out for dinner to catch up on what was going on, so she was on her own.

She got up from her comfortable spot on the couch when she heard someone call for her. Completely aware of the moment, she felt herself change. Lacking any expression on her face she walked towards the noise.

The sound kept growing stronger and she became more emotionless with every step she took, reaching into the darkness that was in front of her, her arms stretching into nothing.

Her white nightgown was flowing around her like the wind swept it up even though all the doors and windows were shut and locked.

Anne brought herself in the direction of the kitchen, not knowing what made her go there except the noise that was now screaming out her name. It was a deafening sound and it hurt her ears as if someone was trying to put a needle through her eardrum.

Her body was out of control. She wanted to put her hands up to cover her ears, but she couldn't. Too afraid to face what made her do all of this, she wanted to run away. But again, she couldn't.

She remembered one time when her brother took off running for his life when they were at their grandparents place.

Back then she had had the exact same reaction as she was having now.

She could feel her body moving but she wasn't in control of what was happening. It wouldn't be long until the unknown would have her completely in its possession. She knew it was coming.

Her legs dragged her into the kitchen and right at that moment her sight got blocked. She was blinded but not like she had ever been before. All she could see was white, scaring her even more than the black had done the last time.

That was the moment she felt a click in her head and she was gone.

The unknown had taken over, possessing her body just like it had before. In one way, she was used to having something else inside her body while she was just floating in the air. She was like a shadow of herself, waiting to be left alone so she could go back into her body.

She could see herself walking towards the light that now, even from this distance, made her eyes squint. She waited a few seconds to let her eyes adjust to the brightness, they couldn't. It was too much, she couldn't get used to it. The longer she kept watching her body do things that were not controlled by her, the more pain she felt.

Not being able to see what was going on in front of her body, she was not able to see what she was walking towards. All she could see was what was happening to her body itself and what was happening to the other side of it, the opposite side of the light. She saw herself reaching out, trying to touch the object. Her hands, or better still the body's hands, reached into the light and she could no longer see them, they were taken in by the light.

All she could do was trying to concentrate on watching the movements the arms made. She hoped it would help her figure out what was there. The body stepped back and then forward again, as if it had to make room for something. The shoulder pulling back, as if it had to pull something towards itself, as if it was opening something.

She couldn't see the drawers but she had lived there all her life, she knew what was in them. The body opened the drawer, while she kept trying to remember what was in there. Then she saw the body turn around, turning its back to the light. In her right hand was a butcher knife, with a blade so sharp she could just imagine it cutting through her skin effortlessly.

The arm brought the knife up to the face, and without any hesitation the hand turned the blade towards the cheek of the girls' lifeless body and pushed it against the skin. Anne saw how blood started dripping down the blade in flows of redness, the streams going faster as the cut became deeper.

The body turned back around to face the light which was as bright as she imagined the sun to be. The hand whipped the blood, that was still covering the blade, off onto the cheek it had just cut into. Only to smudge it even more than it already was. She saw her body moving towards the light again. She could see what her body was doing, what she was doing. She lowered the knife and it grew even brighter.