Her Darkest Secrets

1: Car Accident

Most people don't think horror movies are realistic. There is no ghosts, no demons, and no monsters waiting in the dark to get you. Rationally we know there is evil in the world. There are stories on the news about school shootings and domestic violence. That all by itself is enough evil we can handle. There can't possibly be supernatural evils out there too, right? That's what I believed until I met a woman who changed everything.

I was on my way home from work, a long 30 min drive. The sky was black and my eyes could barely read the bright numbers on the clock. It was 1:24am. Turning my radio up loud, I prayed that the noise would keep me awake. I swear my eyes were only closed for a moment, but next thing I knew, my car was flipped upside down in a ditch.

My head ached and I briefly remember a warm liquid dripping down my face. Luckily my seatbelt was holding me in place, but I could feel my head getting heavier and heavier the longer I hung upside down. I needed to get out. Reaching for the clasp on the seatbelt, I pushed the button and tried to brace myself with one hand as I fell. Sadly I overestimated my own body weight and the force it would put on my hand. I shrieked in pain and couldn't help crying as I cradled my broken hand. My fingers were bent backwards in a very unnatural way and even in the darkness I could tell my skin was beginning to bruise and swell.

I heard the door open beside me and I turned to see who had come to my rescue. It was a woman. She had fair skin, raven colored hair, and dark eyes. She reached her hand toward me.

"Come on. I'll help you." Her voice was like velvet and I felt like I could trust her. I took her hand and she gently helped me climb out of my over-turned car. Once I was out, I leaned against the car, legs a little wobbly and my breathing was heavy. For some reason that took a lot out of me.

"It hurts." I winced trying to move my broken hand, and I hadn't forgotten about the pounding in my head.

"Look at me." The woman said. I looked at her face and she repeated. "Look at me. Look into my eyes."

Focusing on her dark eyes, I was confused as to what she wanted from me. Those eyes stared back at me, almost emotionless. She blinked and instantly they had changed. They were blue. Not the normal pale blue color that most people have, but a bright blue. They were glowing. They reminded me of the LED fluorescent light bulbs people buy from the store to conserve energy. I was entranced, almost hypnotized. I don't know how long we stood staring at each other. It could've been minutes or it could have been hours. She blinked again and her eyes were back to that hopelessly dark hue.

"How do you feel?" She asked.

It took me a couple seconds to realize I didn't feel anything. There was no more pain. I glanced down at my hand which was no longer bruised and my fingers were back in place where they should be. Opening and closing my hand slowly, there still wasn't any pain. It was a miracle. My head, which I assumed was a concussion, now I felt normal. It was like nothing ever happened. Well, except for my totaled car behind me.

"How did you do that?" I asked in disbelief. I flinched as she reached towards my face. Surprisingly she just gently swept my hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear.

"Magic." She smiled and handed something to me. It was cold and metal. My cell phone. I looked up to thank her but she was gone. Stepping away from my vehicle I frantically looked around in the darkness but she was nowhere to be found.

There were no cars on the road and it didn't seem like any would be driving past any time soon. Miraculously my cell phone wasn't broken, so I called 9-1-1. Exhausted, I sat on the side of the road and waited for those flashing red and blue lights. My mind was reeling. Who was that woman? Where did she find my phone? How did her eyes glow like that? Where did she go? Maybe I had imagined the whole thing. It wouldn't have been the first time.