The Obsolete by Cama Seeney (essential reading TXT) 📕

be back.’ He whispered his voice like the wisps of smoke that surrounded him. ‘I have never been here?’ I replied confused, my whole body was screaming at me but I ignored it. I needed to know. I felt drawn to this creepy strange smelly guy.

 

‘On the contrary my dear, this is where it all began.’ He whispered contempt and hate filling his words. I turned tail and ran, there was nothing more to do. This guy was crazy. I sprinted and saw that Lilly was ahead of me, sprinting faster than I’d ever seen her before.

 

Before I knew it I was sprinting right into the black abys, straight passed a bunch of guys who looked shocked but didn’t stop to question me - they were already running towards them. I couldnt warn them, I could do nothing. I sprinted so fast I was sure I was leaving shreds of shoe or mud behind in my wake.

 

As soon as I saw the green fence I shoved my hands out in front of me and voted over the fence. I could hear something giving chase but I would not turn around I’m more than a little sure my life depended on it.

 

Eventually I made it to my front door, not even bothering to be quiet I pulled open the door and slammed it shut behind me. My grandmother stood in the kitchen with a smooth expression on her face, she reached for the closet draw and pulled out a can opener. She calmly opened a can of tuner the grinding gears was the only sound. Even my breathing was quit now not wanting to disrupt the silence. Knocks banged on the door. Deafening me. She smiled calmly and scooped some out Tiny ran down the stairs his black lithe body jumping on top of the side and mewing.

 

How could she be so calm? Like nothing was wrong. I turned around and bolted the bolt across the top of the door. I clicked the chain into place and turned the key in door. ‘Keys and bolts wont protect us against them, not once they’ve been invited in.’ she called in a hauntingly sweet voice. Shivers crawled up my back, as cold sweat dripped down it. ‘Who are they?’ I whispered haunted. ‘The night children of course.’ She called giggling. I flinched at the sound. Throwing my IPod on the stairs I creeped passed her into the kitchen and grabbed a knife from knife from the little block of wood.

Innocence

 

Chapter 3

 

Innocence the definition of a child, well not quite. The definition was more to do with being free from sin or evil and what child wasn’t? What new born was born into a world where horrors would always plague them? Harmless of intention, guilty of no crime or offence. That was me, yet what made these creatures of the night haunt me so relentlessly.

 

Sound exploded all around me. It was like a boarder from the outside world. Nothing would stop it, nothing could help us. I peered out the window yet no lights shone, no person query. Tears clogged the back of my throat. I wanted to scream, this was so familiar I felt it from the depth of my bones the very pores of my gut. Not that I’m sure guts have pores… The laughs no longer resembled that of happy children but that of cries of a wild animal. Scared I grabbed my grandmother. ‘Get upstairs and hide!’ I screamed at her above the catastrophic noise. She stood in the corner stuck between laughing and crying hysterically.

 

She no longer resembled the woman she was earlier, what had happened? Who was I and why the hell was I being hunted. I remembered what my ant always whispered to me before me ‘never trust a perfect person. They are heartless.’ The words echoed, the man outside his face a frozen picture of perfection.

 

I grabbed the knife between my hands and walked slowly to the back door, it was open. Goose bumps rose along the length of my exposed arms. ‘You cannot run from the children of the night.’ The man from before whispered, cackles exploded from the dark oblivion. ‘What do you want?’ I screamed, his old fashioned accent did nothing but annoy me. My voice barely creeping over that of the creeps outside of my door. I slammed the door, I wouldn’t not let them in.

 

No way would they win this stupid little game of theirs. ‘You know what we want Tori, we know it and deep down so do you.’ His voice came from everywhere and nowhere. It was haunting, ever more so when howls echoed all around us. The childish giggles ending in hisses and screams that plagued my ears. It made me sick, I wanted them out of my system. This is now my house, I wouldn’t let them plague me and my ears. The cold seemed to creep into the very foundation of the house, I felt colder than I thought possible. Throwing open the door, I took a tentative step outside. ‘This is my house! I don’t belong to you, whether you know me or not. You had better leave all of you.’ I screamed over the nervous chatter.

 

The laughter was back as was the cold sweat dripping down my back. ‘Leave me!’ I screamed into this unfamiliar land, into their unfamiliar bold white faces. The looked a little shocked before twenty people flashed me their surprisingly white teeth. ‘Don’t taunt her children it isn’t time, the day creeps to an end. We bid you farewell my dear.’ His voice was sickly sweet, his smile joined by that of sharp white teeth. His canines filed to a point.

 

'But must we wait, Calvin?' A childish voice whispered.

 

Another ground shaking howl erupted into the night, shivering I knew I mustn’t back down. I held my knife higher. My back straighter, feet apart ready to take a blow. ‘You heard the queen creep leave here!’ I shouted angry as they stood and leered at me. I growl echoed from somewhere close. Shivering I stared at the closest blond haired creep. His clothes were of an older fashion, something from the 1900’s, I bit back a laugh as he hissed and turned away. My eyes followed the movement and found a brunette girl standing breathlessly close to me. ‘Leave!’ I hissed pointing my knife at her.

 

One by one the people backed off. Eventually even the growling died down. Lilly ran at me with a little yip and jumped up into my arms, I flung my arm holding the knife away from me and caught her with my other arm. . ‘Hey baby.’ I breathed still feeling eyes on me. ‘Go inside.’ I told her dropping her where I stood, something was still off.

I walked backwards until my head knocked into the open kitchen window. When the hell had that happened? More importantly who the hell opened it? I wondered furiously. Suddenly Lilly began growling again, even Tiny hissed from his spot above the fridge. Locking the door I breathed in relief.

 

A furious banging on my door drew my heart into another beating frenzy, what the hell was wrong now!? I wondered running to the front door and unbolting it, I yanked it open with fury unfamiliar to me. Mom and dad had better come and pick me up from this hell hole and soon. A guy stood at my door, his face drained of colour. Without a second though I threw the knife at him like one would a net ball. Not to hurt him but startle. He caught it with a confused look on his face, I kicked the knife now in his flat palms and it flew from his reach.

 

My teachers had always told me use the greatest weapon available to me, don’t fight with something you couldn’t use. And right now I didn’t need him snatching the knife and murdering me on my door step. I kicked straight at his chest with the flat of my heel. He stumbled back looking confused and a little hurt. Not pain just hurt. ‘What kind of stupid games are you and your stupid friends playing at?’ I shouted into the strangers face. ‘My grandmothers upstairs in a right fright. Leave and don’t come back you jack ass!’ I shouted slamming the door.

 

I shook from head to toe, he muttered something before leaving. It sounding something like Welcome to hell before he left. I crumbled against the door, I didn’t want to see my grandmother she was so freaked out before she left. I didn’t think I could face it, tear – snot and all that kinda creeped me out more than a little. Shivering I pulled Lilly tight against me.

 

Eventually I found my solace, in her warm fir and the freaky silence that surrounded us. My mind whispered ‘the silence before the storm’ in the creepiest manner before I finally passed out exhausted.

Listless

 Chapter 4

 

The definition of Listless is creepy, it pretty much sums me up which is odd for a person to think, one word? Listless doesn’t mean there’s no shopping list or an endless list of something. It means something quite different; it means to lack interest or willingness to make an effort. When I woke up I didn’t care about my hair before I even got here I was quite aloof. Sometimes I just lie there with the feeling of no energy or interest. Like some big part of me is missing. I normally sum it up to missing so many years of my missing life but it still creeps me out.

 

My phone woke me with sounds of motivation. It was six am, time for my morning run I thought rubbing my poor body. Everything felt numb and cold. ‘The alarms that shatter you from sleep call to your attention. But your body screams no, screams for the snooze button. Just ten minutes, you take it because you’re human. But that ten minutes of your life will one day owe you your life. A lion wake every morning knowing it must outrun every one of its primates to reach its prey. It must be faster than the slowest gazelle or it will starve and die. That very same gazelle wakes up knowing it could die, knowing one in his pack is soon to be lost to the never failing power of the lioness stride. It knows that if he or she if the last in his heard that