secrets of ghost hill

eight

as the dark night settled upon us. the trucks disbursed leaving slowly out of the driveway.

"it's time for me to go." the young man stated a towel wrapped around him and his wet clothes.

i smiled and gave him a warming hug. i didn't care that he was wet. i just wanted him in my embrace.

and not even in a sexual way.

it had been a while since i had physical contact outside of the night at the club. i just couldn't bring myself to do it. not after all i went through.

every touch layered upon me frightened me. i could never escape the events of that night.

it forever scarred me and continued to. i asked myself countless times what i had done for me to deserve that.

i asked god for an answer but he looked away. ignoring me. and though he did i never lost faith.

i'd cry myself to sleep, holding my self, telling myself that i'd be okay when i knew i wouldn't be. no one could comfort me, no one could convince me to forget.

not even my own mother.

and as hard as that was for her.. and me. it didn't feel right talking to her about what happened.

saying it out loud would only make it true and i didn't wanna believe that. i wanted it all to be a dream but the moment my eyes open i was forced into reality. it was real.

i sighed into the hug before pulling away. "what's your name?" i whispered softly.

"ezra. ezra mosheyev." from his accent and the sound of his last name i immediately knew he was russian.

he smiled and walked to his truck. with him leaving, it left eight people. the six guards, posted to watch us. and billie and i.

the actual residents in the house. i watched him leave, convincing myself that i wasn't stalling.

stalling so that i could delay the moment i'd have to come face to face with her. he waved once more before leaving forcing a small smile.

and then he was gone. the moment hadn't lasted long before i had to meet her, see her.

i couldn't understand why i was so nervous. i had never been this way in all my years of living. i could feel my insides twist as i walked into the house.

i closed the door behind me before going to find billie.

i searched the never ending house only to come at a lost. she was no where to be found but i continued until i stumbled upon a door.

i opened it, the door creaking loud with each move it made. it was pitch black but i swear i could see a black figure.

there were nail marks indented into the wooden stairs forcing my heart to skip a beat.

but once a light flickered on, a silent tear ran down my cheek in pure horror. billie stood at the bottom of the stair's, soaked in blood.

as if she was baptized in it.

the dim light that only put enough light on her body began flickering on and off. the darkness engulfing her everytime it fully went off.

a pile of bodies surrounded her feet as she smiled in ecstasy.

her eyes met mine and that's when i froze. my heart beating at an animalistic pace as my feet stayed cemented to the floor, shock dwelling over my features.

i wanted to run but my body was betraying me. it was under the command of another.

my sight began to blur from the tears welling into my eyes. my mind was scattered with thoughts all until i heard a distant voice call my name. "mileena." the voice spoke lowly.