Eva

There was once a little cottage, avoided by the population. Everybody knew the story of the widow who lived in there.

    Eva’s husband died years ago in a tragic accident. Ever since then, she had been living all by herself.

    One night, something unexpected happened to Eva.  She was standing in front of her bathroom mirror, struggling to open her pill box. The lid was stuck. After a few minutes, she managed to get it open, but all the pills ended up on the ground as she popped the lid.

    Eva began picking up the little tablets one by one, when all of a sudden, the lights went off. The widow started screaming, her legs felt numb and collapsed underneath her. That was when the lights started flickering. The widow’s heart started racing. She crawled on the floor all the way to her bedroom, looked around, and started getting dizzy. Everything was spinning around her. She heard some noises coming from the front door, looked there and saw nothing. She felt terror.

    “What is happening?” she asked herself. She sat up on her bedside and looked around, but she couldn’t see anyone. She heard footsteps. Their sound was coming from the entrance and was getting more and more intense. Someone was at the door. At least that was what she thought.

     Eva started sweating harder and harder, her eyesight started darkening, and her room was still spinning around her.

    “Who is at the door?? Answer me! I said, answer me!” she screamed. Nobody answered her, but the door handle moved. That was when the door started opening.

Mihály Klára   IX. H

Her eyes darken, and she stares at the figure in front of her. Shivers run through her body, and she feels a strange tingling, like her whole body is trying to react to the horror, but doesn’t know how to.

Thinking the encounter can’t be worse, bats rush through the moonlit room, and their forms draw strange and abstract shadows on the walls and the bedsheet. Bloody screams echo in the gloomy room, and Eva tries to hide into the layers of the bedsheets, but she fails doing so. Her eyes reflect the moonlight and all the terror that is happening in her room.

“Peter, is that you?” she asks, trying to keep her tone down and not freak out. Peter was her husband, who had suffered a tragic death from poisoning. She knows that he has come back from the dead for revenge. His figure is slim, almost totally made up of only bones and flesh. This is the umpteenth time that he has tried to end her life. Eva stays calm, but she knows that her fate has been decided.

She feels a strong puncture on her chest, and soon, blood starts gushing out on her cotton sheets. Its reflection paints the whole ceiling to a ruddy color. Suddenly, peace fills the room as she takes her last breath. Her lungs fill up with the thick red liquid, and she starts gurgling, trying to gasp for her last breath. It isn’t tragic, it is peaceful. She has suffered her whole life from the greed of her malicious husband.

The loans still on her desk, her dog scratching the door. He is wondering what horrors could be happening in the room, but what could go through his mind, as he is just an animal, and has no idea what other beings do, who aren’t as innocent and pure as he is.

Gács Tímea   IX. H