The Shadow Stalker Around Her

Chapter 14

Skyla

(Past)

I saw my foster father was standing in the doorway. He was looking like a scary statue. His skin was green, and his eyes were the same way bulging out from his eye socket. His eyes were pitch black, and blood was dropping down through his eyes. I saw blood everywhere around him. He was still in the same clothes as the last time I saw him months ago. He was holding the same beer bottle in his hand. The creepy smile still was there on my face. The first thing that was registered in my mind that he was alive. His dress was torn and muddied as if he came out from his grave. He made it. He didn't die in my stalker's hand. But how did he find me here? I didn't know. Is he here to take me away with him? But I don't want to go with him. His eyes weren't fixed on me, rather, on the person who tried to take advantage of me. I didn't why, but I felt relieved knowing my foster father came to my rescue. Maybe he realized his fault, and that's why he came here, earning my forgiveness. 

I saw his coming toward us. He was limping but didn't stop walking. I felt goosebumps erupted on my skin. The sight of him was not less scary. I crawled away from him. I noticed his eyes fixed on Mason. Mason's face paled. He was a sweating mess. He started backed away from him. I saw him gulping hard. He stuttered, saying, "W-who a-are y-you? P-please g-go a-away." But my foster dad didn't stop walking. I crawled away more and hid behind the teacher's desk. It was painful for me to move, but I had to no matter how much my body was hurting. I feared both of them. My foster father tried molesting me so many times after he came back home late at night. And Mason, that monster beat me and tried to ruin my dignity. I saw him backing away from my foster father. He started shouting and calling for help. But he knew well that no one was in our school. I heard my foster father gave out a very loud and creepy laugh. My blood turned cold in fear. He said in a tone that made me cringe, "It's time to take you with me, boy. If I don't, then he will come for you here." He again gave out a bone-chilling laugh. 

I heard Mason yelled out, "N-no, w-who a-are y-you? Why d-do y-you want t-to k-kill m-me?" His clothes became drenched in his sweat. He tried to move, but my foster father cornered him. "T-trust me, I-I didn't d-do a-anything t-to her. S-she c-came to m-meet m-me, h-here. W-when I-I tried to get away f-from h-her, s-she began to beat herself in front of me. Trust me, sir," I looked at him behind the desk in disbelief and put my palm over my mouth, not to let them hear me sobbing. He was lying, but I couldn't say that out. I was too scared to say something. I knew my foster father wasn't going to believe in me. 

My foster father laughed and said, "Stop lying, would you? You did something which you shouldn't have, boy. You have to pay for touching her. You don't have much time left as you have to leave this place with me soon. I am here to take you. I bring someone with me. Do you want to know who she is? She is here. She is also going with both of us. Look, she is here. Little girl, where are you?" I flinched, listing to him calling my name. He usually called me that when he used to come to my room as drunk. I heard him saying, "Come on, your daddy is here. Don't you want to make your daddy happy? Come out now." 

No! I don't want to go with him. No, God, please help me. I want to go back to my granny. Please, God. I have chanted God's name mentally and started crying while putting my palm over my mouth. 

He suddenly looked in my direction. I was shaking in fear. He gave me a smile, which made me started to cry in fear. He tilted his head, and his pitched black eyes fixed on my face. Then I heard a footstep. It was like the cold wind blowing through the classroom. The light of that classroom started flickering. I felt someone standing behind me. My heart began beating erratically. The hair on my skin stood up. I started sweating and trembling in fear. I slowly turned around. My eyes fell on someone's legs. I curled up in a ball in fear. I slowly looked up from that person's feet to face. As my eyes fell on the person's, I screamed out in fear. My foster mother. Her eyes weren't there as if someone brutally pulled out her eyeballs from her socket. I turned around and crawled under the desk. I put my palms over my face and started sobbing loudly. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  

I didn't remove my palms over my face. I was shaking uncomfortably. I heard Mason gave out a blood-curdling scream. I immediately removed my palm over my face and open my eyes. I looked in his direction, and a scream came out of my mouth. I saw my foster dad broke his beer bottle over Mason's head and his blood was running down through Mason's face. He wanted to stop him but failed to do that. I felt myself becoming paralyzed. My foster dad didn't stop for once and began to hit Mason's head several times until his soul came out from his body. I saw Mason's dead body fell on the floor and his lifeless blue eyes were staring at me. My foster father gave out a burst of evil laughter. My foster mother also joined him. I saw her going while limping toward his direction. Taking a piece of beer bottle's glass piece, she shoved that over Mason's heart. I couldn't see that anymore. In fear, I screamed out and they both turned their gaze toward me. Even Mason also looked at me with his lifeless eyes. It can not be true!