Pretty graphic stuff lies ahead. I'm thinking this story should officially be rated M. What do you guys think?
Dib awoke later that night to sounds coming from downstairs. He listened sleepily; they seemed to be hushed whispers and soft footsteps. It sounded almost as if they were just at the bottom of the staircase in the kitchen. Looking to his side, Dib noticed Zim was still fast asleep. He sighed internally and quietly – as quietly as he could – got out of bed to investigate. He stopped at his bedroom door (which was opened just a crack) and listened. A long silence, and then more whispering. From what he could tell, it was two girls: one young (around Alexi's age) and one older (perhaps around early twenties), and they didn't sound happy. Especially the younger one. Whispers, sniffles, sobs, and finally…screams. Loud screams. Tortured, dying screams full of pain and agony and misery.
Dib's breath hitched in his throat. Her cries made his ears ache, and his stomach was flip-flopping crazily. More out of fear than courage, he crept down the stairs and peered into the kitchen: nothing. No girls, no knives or bloodstains, just nothing. He could feel goose bumps forming all over his body, but he shook it off and descended the rest of the stairs. Looking around, he saw nothing out of the ordinary but couldn't help feeling like something wasn't right. He flipped on the light switch, and instantly felt as if he would throw up any second.
Blood stained the walls and floor. Shredded bits of cloth and hair littered the back corner by the laundry room. What appeared to be the young girl's organs were strewn across the floor by that corner, with her marred and bloody body lying lifeless half-into the laundry room. Something compelled Dib to go to her. To figure out what was happening. His knees were shaking violently as well as his hands, but he crept closer to the dead girl on his floor. Stealing a quick, panicked glance into the laundry room, he turned on the light to reveal the murderer. Again, nothing there. Well, nothing that he could see. He looked back down at the dead girl and wished he hadn't: her head had been hacked off, leaving her spine showing from grotesquely bloody muscle and skin from her neck. Blood pooled around the area, making Dib sick to his stomach. He ran for the trash bin, fell to his knees, and vomited violently, tears streaming from his squeezed-shut eyes.
There was an evil chuckle that made his blood turn to ice. He picked himself off the floor and looked around for the woman responsible for everything. He was greeted with a loud banging sound in the back room where the headless corpse lay. He opened a drawer, pulled out the biggest knife he could find, and stalked towards the noise. He stepped over the body carefully and whipped his head around in blind panic and fury.
"WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SICK FUCK!"
An unnerving giggle rang through his ears. "Well now, look who decided to come play…"
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU! WHAT DO YOU WANT!"
"Isn't it obvious, Dib?" There was another giggle before she appeared before him; the tall, pale woman in black. She hovered a few inches off the ground across the room. Her hair still hung in her face, obscuring her eyes and mouth. Dib guessed she was smirking in sick satisfaction underneath those raven locks, and his fury increased tenfold. "I just wanted to get your attention…and give you a little present…"
Dib was baffled. What could this spirit POSSIBLY want to give him? Well, besides an early death by heart attack or a one-way trip to the Crazy House? He watched as she drifted slowly closer, closer, closer until she was easily within arm's reach. Dib could almost feel her icy skin touching him, even though she was still some ways away. The two locked gazes for the longest time, him glaring and gritting his teeth and her giggling softly under her breath and hovering above the ground. Dib was feeling so many things all at once: heart-breaking sadness, homicidal anger, paralyzing fear, and others he couldn't quite put his finger on. Finally he found his voice and asked rather terrified, "W-What present…?"
The spirit vanished without a word. Suddenly there was a dragging sound, as Dib turned and saw the dead girl's body being pulled into the kitchen and the laundry room door slam shut. Dib held in a scream and instead opted for trying to wrench the door open, but to no avail; it's as if some huge, heavy thing were blocking it from the other side, like an elephant or a hippo. He growled and started kicking it, but still nothing. Furious and terrified for his life, Dib rammed his knife deep into the thick wooden door and let his angry tears fall. His gaze dropped to his feet, standing in the pool of the girl's blood.
"No no, Dib…look up and you will find what you are looking for…"
Reluctantly, he turned his eyes upward toward the ceiling. They stopped near the top of the door, transfixed on the spot. Words can't describe the horrible feelings that festered deep in the pit of Dib's stomach. The girl's head was held up in place on that door by a large nail driven straight through her forehead, blood seeping from the wound. Her normally blonde hair was now stained crimson with her own blood. Her face was spattered with blood as well, clinging to her eyelashes and running down her face like tears. Her right eye had been gouged out, ripped away from its socket, and hung uselessly against her cheek, staring down at the bloody floor. Her other eye, although a cloudy and lifeless shade of milky-green, seemed to pierce the terrified teen's very soul as if pleading for help. The horrible, stinking crimson liquid ran like a waterfall down the door from where her neck should have been. Dib shook his head mutely, the most heart-breaking expression etched into his pale (and faintly green-tinted) face. He shrank away from the sight before him, stumbling back and falling hard on his backside. Tears were flowing from his eyes as he let out the loudest, most sorrowful wail a human could make. He curled into the fetal position and lay on his side, screaming and wailing at the top of his lungs that he was sorry and it should have been him nailed through the head, not her.
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