Chapter 4
Lilith Ashford
I wished I forget the things I remember I wish the nightmares would stop. I wish I could erase that night. That night, when something called my name, I learned why I should have run. The church’s roof had caved in years ago, forming a gaping hole that streamed moonlight onto the pile of rubble below. But the pews still stood in their places, in nice neat rows, waiting for congregants to fill them.
Lilith Ashford
As Victoria pushed open the doors, I realized the pews were filled. Two dozen pairs of eyes turned to watch us enter. Two dozen familiar faces stood as we walked inside. I looked at them in utter confusion, wide-eyed, convinced the acid was making me see things all wrong.
Lilith Ashford
They were all wearing white robes, and as I walked past, row by row, they placed masks shaped like stag skulls over their heads. Mr. Thorne was there, and so was my history teacher, Ms. Malcolm. Mike, who worked at the gas station. That weird old lady, Mrs. Kathy, who lived by the university. A massive bonfire had been built in the center of the church, and Victoria led me around it. I felt like I was stuck on a bizarre amusement park ride, watching the oddities around me with detached fascination. Until we rounded the fire and stood in front of the pulpit.
Lilith Ashford
Frowned. Victoria let go of my hand, and went to stand beside her mother and Jeremiah. She smiled at me, but the acid in my brain warped her expression into something sinister. I could measure time now in heartbeats. Ba-dumb, ba-dumb. Every throb in my chest hurt. Every beat tried to push adrenaline into my limbs. Half my brain was convinced this was all a hallucination. This wasn’t real. This was just another wave. But the other half of my brain was certain something was very, very wrong.
Lilith Ashford
But the other half of my brain was certain something was very, very wrong. I had to leave. I had to leave now. But I turned to find the church doors had been shut, and the congregants, in their masks and white robes, had moved closer. I faced a barrier of masked figures, the dark sockets of their eyes staring at me coldly. Outside, the gathering clouds unleashed the first crack of thunder.
Jeremiah (Victoria's twin brother)
“We’ve been waiting for you,Lilith
Lilith Ashford
Victoria had been given a white robe she was slipping her arms into. I shook my head as her face disappeared behind a mask like the others.
Lilith Ashford
What the fuck was this? What the hell was going on? Was I hallucinating all of this?
Lilith Ashford
I Began to back away, quickly, stumbling over debris on the ground. But I didn’t get far. Jeremiah nodded his head, and suddenly both my arms were seized, gripped tight by masked figures who forced me back up toward the pulpit. I didn’t know what was happening, but I hated strangers touching me. I thrashed against them, pulling back, digging in my heels. Why was everyone just staring?
Lilith Ashford
“Let go!” I jerked against them, their masks looking far too real from behind the veil of psychedelics. It was like they didn’t even hear me. They forced me up before Jeremiah pushed me to my knees. The moment my knees hit the dirty wooden boards, it was as if reality smacked me in the face. This was real. Holy shit, this was all real.
Comments
≛⃝🔱 Jaclyn (taken)
every horror movie victim, either drinks, does drugs, or has sex. then dies
2024-09-20
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Johan Liebert
grandpa never lied, but if they have something sharp to cut people with, but Lilith should run when given the chance- btw did you use history within the story? you did it well
2024-09-13
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