“Dad! Dad!” she cried atop her voice, trying everything within her power not to race to the door.
The gust of wind hammering into every window pane in her room suddenly stopped, but the entity sweeping across the room had found a corner in there to stick with and slowly, like a mirage, it came into view in fuzzy image, before disappearing out of sight. Nora pinned her gaze towards the corner of her room, feeling frightened dearly and terrified to even move a nerve as the fuzzy entity continued to appear and disappear.
Something about it felt familiar, and not just the mild form of familiarity one would have when they remembered a distant memory. She could have sworn she saw a hand reach out through what appeared to be her room wall tearing, before closing back on every turn. She gulped down hard and felt her throat stiffen.
“Dad!” she yelled out once again, hoping the man would hear this time.
His silence and absence of any response from him brought the realization to Nora that she was all alone. She eyed the door momentarily, clenching her fists tighter into her sheets, before taking subtle breath and closing her eyes as she slowly slid out of bed and motioned away from it.
“Keep your calm and things will be fine… it is nothing but some terrible dream”, she told herself while her eyes clamped shut momentarily.
She pictured herself waking up from another terrifying dream, and subsequently joking about it with her friends. She imagined herself drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, and looking around her somewhat cramped room to the sight of the familiar objects in there without any oddity in the distance like the one she was desperately trying not to look at.
Yet, the feeling that she wasn’t alone only continued to dawn on her some more. There was something about whatever was around her that didn’t make sense, yet, terrified the living hell out of her. It had stopped moving, and the fuzziness only continued to burst into some form of solidity before disappearing again.
Opening her eyes once again, Nora stiffened all around to the image of fuzzy white smoke, hovering before her face. Her lungs slowly collapsed as she held her lips tight but still felt air escape through it. Her heart felt dead and barely made a beat, while she could feel herself about to urinate all over. It hovered around her and gently came to a halt before her eyes, as it began to take rather odd form.
“Get it!” the subtle, yet troubling voice whispered.
Nora held her thighs and tried to pinch herself hard, hoping she would wake up.
‘Get it back!” the voice rang aloud again.
Beads of cold tears began to roll down the side of her face, her eyes threatened to shut close but only widened with the passing second in absolute fright, while her tongue glued itself and shrunk into the lower part of her mouth. Everything within her motioned for the flight action, but something about the voice left her too petrified to even move.
“Get what!?” she heard herself scream aloud.
The fuzzy cloud before her slowly dissipated, before returning within a split second.
“It is afraid of you”, Nora felt her inner voice tell her.
Yet, she couldn’t see anything to indicate whatever was in her room was frightened. She motioned to her left and it followed her duly, and it did the same while she stepped to her right. There seemed to be no escaping it regardless of how hard she tried, and it made her heart sink further even while the organ wasn’t pumping enough blood through her body.
“It is yours and you have been chosen to wield it”, the voice spoke again, and this time, it felt clearer.
“Mom” Nora asked, hoping her bold leap would give her answers.
Instead, the hovering cloud of fuzziness only zoomed off fast and headed for the door. It seemed to pause and turn back to have one more look at Nora, before going through the door and out of sight. Nora motioned to move, but she felt restrained for the next few seconds before breaking through. Her heart was bent on getting answers to whatever it was and why it was in her room.
The words it spilled continued to linger in her head, but she hoped it was only her subconscious trying to mess with her rather than some odd paranormal event which she would not be able to explain to anyone.
“It was mom’s voice”, she whispered to herself before yanking the door open and stepping into the hallway bare feet.
Heading south, the cloud of air moved fast, but managed to grant Nora the space and time to see it and follow it successfully.
“What if this is all your imagination?’ she asked herself while she cut a corner to her left and began marching up the stairs.
The wall clock to her left read some minutes past one, but it had stopped working for some reason which was quite odd because her father was a stickler for making sure everything in the house was in functioning condition. She ignored the clock and hurried after the bizarre entity, before stopping before the attic door, which she had never used or attempted to open because her father had some silly excuse for them not being there.
“A lot of work still needs to be put into that place before it is safe to use”, he had stuck with over the years without ever changing his story.
Nora reached for the metal door knob and felt her hand stiffen just upon touching the cold handle. It had gone through there, and she was sure of it, but to what purpose it had led her there, she remained unsure. She looked around and felt the darkness seem to be growing on her while she stood there. Light barely seeped into the region of the house where she was, and the air had begun growing extremely
