Serpula – Prologue


The following is the prologue for a book that I am in the process of writing….Comment and let me know what you think….

      The darkness of night masked the light of terror.  The horrifying shapes in the shadows created a fear that could not be quenched.  Light shone around the door frame but the eerie shadows caused fear and pain to overcome every ounce of his being.  Mental and physical anguish became a daily battle for the soul.  The young boy didn’t understand why his life was terrifying.  Why did this have to happen to him?  Why couldn’t they just leave him alone?  Was there someone out there that could help him?  Would he ever be saved from the horrors that awaited him this night?

The shadows made different forms which created a fear inside making his body tremble.  Hidden under his bed, the boy felt he could hide from the shadows.  They wouldn’t be able to get him there.  While other children told him about monsters under the bed, this young boy knew it was his only refuge.  The monsters under the bed were no comparison to those behind his door.

As the shape-shifting shadows floated from one side to the other, the voice of horror could be heard, “Where are you?  I’m coming for you!  I will find you.”  With each and every word, the voice seemed to laugh so sinisterly that fear overwhelmed the boy.  He knew if he screamed that the shadows would find him and unexplainable horror would become his final destiny.  With every ounce of strength, the boy withheld all sounds knowing that any sound would be his demise.

Suddenly and without warning, the shadows stopped in front of his door.  Tap.  Tap.  Tap, went the door.  Tap.  Tap.  Tap.  What would happen if the shadows found him?  The door knob slowly turned.  It was as if time had been slowed down to a microsecond.  Every millimeter the door knob twisted could be understood in fear.  Should he run or should he stay hidden?  As the doorknob made its final approach, the creaking of the door began.  The sound of the rusty hinges created a screech that would terrorize any man.

As the door slowly opened, a voice from the shadows asked, “Where are you, little monster?  I will find you and you will be in trouble.  Come out now and I won’t beat you like I usually do.”

“RUN, SON, RUN!” screamed a female voice from the distance.

“Yes, son, run all you want.  I’ll still find you”, said the sinister voice from the shadows.

The young boy wanted to run, but he knew that as he had tried before, that running would only worsen his fate.  He decided to stay still and not move.  Breathing became an option that he would not allow.  Even the sound of his breath would invoke the shadow’s terror exponentially.

The shadow continued to float by inch by inch.  With every movement, it became larger and larger.  From the left to the right, the shadow moved ever so slowly.  Creeping along the side of the bed, the shadow started to overwhelm the presence of light in the room.  The boy could feel the fear approach with every movement.  He needed to stay completely still and not allow the shadow to know where he was hidden.  He had left the window open in the hopes to confuse the shadow.  That may be his only opportunity to run.  The open window may be his only savior.

“Did you escape, little monster?” asked the shadow.  Laughter filled the air but this laughter was not like children playing in a school yard.   Instead this laughter was a vibrating, slow deep laughter.  This type of laughter did not invoke joy or happiness.  It only allowed terror to fill the room.

“You are still here boy.  I can feel it.  So where or where are you this time?  Are you in the closet?  No.  You wouldn’t hide there.  I found you there the last time.  So where would you hide?  Now that you won’t come out, the punishment will be that much greater”, promised the shadow.

“Son, you must run.  Run far away!  Get out now!” cried the female voice.

“Shut up woman!  You can’t save him.  No one can.  He is mine!  I will have his body and soul!” shouted the shadow.

As the boy lay completely still, he again contemplated running but didn’t have the courage to do so.  He must stand up to the evil in his room.  He must tell the monster to go away and leave.  Was it possible that a boy his age would be able to stand up to the impossible beast?  He then remembered the nights he was caught by the shadow.  The beatings would continue until he was unconscious.  He couldn’t stand another one of those.  Just the thought of enduring the abuse caused weakness in his body.  Now, he couldn’t move due to exhaustion and fear.

The shadow continued its search.  Floating from side to side, changing shapes with every movement.  It cried out to him with an evil pleasure.  Hunting the boy down was the shadow’s only function.  Torture its only desire.  As it moved, only the creaking floor guided the boy’s eyes.  Each creak meant the shadow was near.  Every step told him where the shadow was.

Without warning, the bed was thrown into mid air.  Flying side over side, dirty linens scattered the room.  The bed frame was thrown against the wall.  The mattress toward the ceiling.  Now he was exposed.  His hiding spot had been discovered and he knew safety was nowhere to be found..

“I told you I would find you!” laughed the shadow as he grabbed the boy.  “Now you will see what happens to those who hide from me!”

The boy knew what was to come.  Would he survive the beatings or would he die?  Would death be his savior tonight from the shadow’s horrors?  Only time would tell.  As he fell unconscious, all he could hear were the blood curdling screams of the female silhouette standing in the doorway.