I used to like darkness.
It was peaceful.
It was calm.
You could hide under your blankets and let the worled fade away.
I don't like darkness anymore.
Not since it started talking to me.
I was 17 when it started.
I was a young man. I still went to highschool even though I hated it because my parents wanted me to. My 2 brothers were very annoying at the time but that was just my teen angst. My first brother was Samuel or as the rest of my family called him: sammy. He was just a regular 12 year old. Then there is my youngest brother, Bart. Bart was the trouble maker of our family. He would get into trouble as easily as walking. And he had a smile that got him out of trouble just as easily. And while he was very annoying at times we all loved him dearly. Even when he stole my phone and texted my girlfriend (Johanna) creepy messages. For example: "The demons have escaped and they hunt my soul." It was annoying but also a bit funny to see her return texts.
I was trying to sleep just after a party with my friends. Unlike them I hadn't drank any booze. I entered the house through the garage accidently forgetting to close the large flimsy garage door behind me. I had gotten home at 3:00 AM and I had school tommorow. -ugh-. I flopped down into my mattress with a groan. and almost instantly conked out.
Just as I was about to be ferreted off to the blissful land of sleep. I heard a sound, It was a quiet sound, barely a whisper. But it WAS there. it said: "Sammy, tommorow"
When I woke at 7:00 AM the next morning I briefly considered the voice. But not for long. I turned on my lights, Got dressed, and ran into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for school.
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I started to walk to the bus stop. Then I heard a loud cry from inside of our houses garage. It sounded like a strangled yelp.
You see we had three doors to exit our home.
1 was our front door. This door rested on our front porch and it was where we usually exited from. And the door I was at.
2 was our back door. It was out the back and it connected to our back yard. the tire swing was back there as well as our shed.
3 was our garage door. Our garage exited directly next to our front door. Inside of the garage was the car, a bunch of storage containers, some coats, and most importantly a door going back into our home. This was where I heard the cry come from.
I ran towards it. Our garage was still open from last night and shrouded in shadow. I heard the cry again, more strangled. So I ran towards it. There I saw sammy.
It was horrible... His eyes weren't his. They were black marbles that gazed at me unblinkingly. He was crouching atop our car (a white mini-van.) His mouth curved into a horrifying grin as he eyed me. Then he said in that same quiet whispery tone:"told you." Then he threw himself off the van and onto the concrete floor of our garage. There was a hideos snap and he layed still.
I shouted, Screamed really. For my parents... for anyone. For anything that could save my brother.
My parents arrived in an instant. I was a gibbering mess.'
Now I know what your thinking: "Why wouldn't they blame you for his death?" I did. But for some reason my parents seemed to almost ignore the body. As if it didn't exist. As if Sammy didn't exist.
My father grabbed my shoulders and made me face him. Thusly making me point away from the body. Then I saw his eyes. They were black Marbles for just a moment. As my father tried to calm me down I said: "But Sammy-"
My father replied confusedly: "who is sammy?"
I looked back towards where the body was only to see nothing on the ground.
And so it continued.
The next night it said: "bart tommorow."
And it was right.
I found him in the shed. Eyes black. Holding the rope from our tire swing. He told me in that same whispery voice:
"You can hear me. Thus I must teach you."
Suddenly the rope, On its own, Formed into a noose tied to the rafters.
That is how my other brother died. Shrouded once again in darkness.
.... It told me my girlfriend's name: Johanna last night.
But I won't let it.
I went into my bedroom where it all began.
And turned out the lights.
Then I whispered: "I am listening"
...
......
"Perfect."