Chapter 8
The night loomed, and Sam's backyard was aglow with twinkling fairy lights as the Friday the 13th birthday party commenced. Ignoring the nagging unease that clawed at my thoughts, I joined the festivities, determined not to let my fears steal another moment.
Amidst the laughter and music, I sipped on my drink, my eyes flickering across the crowd. Nick, surprisingly, approached me with a genuine smile. "Hey Aili, you made it."
I returned the smile, letting my guard down for a moment. "Yeah, figured I'd stop being a buzzkill and actually enjoy myself."
His demeanor turned more serious. "By the way, I hope you're taking my advice seriously. Brandon's got a darker side, trust me."
A pang of concern gnawed at me, his words playing on my mind. "What do you mean, a darker side?"
He sighed, his expression tense. "I don't want you getting hurt. He's got a record, Aili. He's hurt people before."
Confusion mingled with a hint of betrayal. "Why are you telling me this now?"
He reached out, his hand almost touching mine before Lisa stepped between us, her eyes locking onto Nick's. "Hey Nick, you're not hogging Aili all to yourself, are you?"
Nick sighed inaudibly before turning his attention to Lisa, a strained smile on his lips. "Hey Lisa, just looking out for a friend."
Lisa's eyes narrowed, the tension between them palpable. "Well, Aili can take care of herself."
Deciding it was best to escape the growing tension, I excused myself and slipped into the house to grab another drink. But the moment the lights flickered off, my heart skipped a beat.
As the darkness embraced the room, a chilling laughter filled the air, echoing through the silence like a haunting melody. A figure stood there, barely visible in the shadows, a woman with wild eyes and a sinister smile that seemed to stretch unnaturally across her face.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, the lights flickered back on to reveal Sam entering the room. "Aunt Lydia, are you okay?"
My blood ran cold as I realized that the deranged figure was Sam's aunt. Her laughter turned guttural, her body convulsing as if possessed by something malevolent. I couldn't tear my eyes away as her bones cracked, her limbs bending in ways no human's should.
Sam's scream pierced the air, and before I knew it, I was beside her, gripping her shoulders as her aunt—or whatever it had become—continued to twist and contort. I could barely comprehend the horror before us.
"Aili, what's happening?" Sam's voice trembled, her eyes wide with terror.
Before I could respond, the thing that was once Sam's aunt lunged at us. My body collided with the wall, pain searing through me as I struggled to catch my breath. The demon turned its attention to Sam, its gaze filled with a malevolent hunger.
As the demon's inhuman form twisted and writhed, a realization struck me like a lightning bolt. This wasn't Sam's aunt anymore; it was a shadow, a malevolent force that had taken control.
With all the strength I could muster, I lunged forward, pushing Sam out of the way just as the demon's claws slashed through the air. Sam crashed to the ground, her eyes wide with fear as the demon vanished, leaving only an echoing sense of darkness.
Gasping for breath, I extended my trembling hand toward Sam, helping her to her feet. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, we shared a wordless understanding.
The deafening scream shattered the night's tranquility, sending shockwaves through the partygoers. Within moments, the crowd descended into chaos, and Nick was the first to arrive, his face etched with concern.
"What the hell happened?" Nick's eyes darted between Sam and me, his voice laced with urgency.
"It was Aunt Lydia," Sam's voice quivered as she tried to hold back her tears.
Nick's expression softened as he put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We need to find her. Let's get to the police station."
With a solemn nod, I followed them to Nick's car, each step heavy with a mix of dread and confusion. Once inside the vehicle, Sam explained her theory about Aunt Lydia's illness, trying to rationalize the inexplicable events that had transpired.
At the police station, we were met by a doctor who calmly explained that Aunt Lydia's condition could lead to such episodes, that her mind might be affected by her ailment. As much as I wanted to believe it, the fear I'd seen in Sam's eyes and the twisted form of her aunt still haunted me.
After dropping Lisa off at her house, the atmosphere inside the car grew tense. "You know, Sam, maybe Aili's right. Maybe that wasn't your aunt," Nick's voice was soft, his concern palpable.
Sam sighed, her voice heavy with uncertainty. "I can't explain it, Nick. It just felt… wrong."
As Nick continued to drive, I gazed out of the window, my mind reeling with the events of the night. The darkness outside seemed to mirror the turmoil within us. Just as we turned a corner, a figure leapt into our path, and Nick slammed on the brakes.
My heart raced as we tumbled forward, our breaths ragged. The car's headlights illuminated Aunt Lydia's broken form sprawled across the asphalt. Horror rendered us motionless for a moment before Nick scrambled out of the car.
Sam and I followed suit, our steps hesitant as we approached the crumpled figure. Aunt Lydia's bones seemed to crack back into place with an otherworldly sound, and her mangled body slowly contorted into a ghastly shape. Blood dripped from her mouth as her head twisted unnaturally to face us, her eyes nothing but pools of darkness.
A terrified gasp escaped Sam's lips as Aunt Lydia's inhuman gaze fixed on me. The grotesque smile that stretched across her lips sent a shiver down my spine, and my voice trembled as I spoke, "Sam, get back."
Before we could react, Aunt Lydia lunged, and the world erupted into chaos. Nick was pushed back with a horrifying force, his body colliding with the windshield. I crashed to the ground, the impact stealing my breath.
Aunt Lydia's twisted form loomed over Sam, her eyes pitch black and malevolent. Her pitch-black nails glinted in the moonlight as they grazed Sam's throat, and the fear that gripped my heart turned to a fierce determination.
Summoning every ounce of strength within me, I screamed, "NO!"
My voice echoed with an almost supernatural intensity, and in that moment, it was as if the scream carried a power beyond me. Aunt Lydia's form began to convulse and writhe, the unearthly laughter morphing into agonized screams. Her body seemed to battle against an invisible force.
Sam and I watched in disbelief as the shadow that had consumed Aunt Lydia was expelled from her body. With a final, bone-chilling wail, the darkness vanished, leaving behind a writhing and weakened form.
As the night returned to silence, we exchanged stunned glances, our hearts pounding in our chests. The truth of our town, of the shadows and the darkness that lurked within, was finally becoming impossible to ignore.
