I still remember the first time I saw him, my big strong daddy,
my Angelus. I had been sleeping in my bed, it was a good sleep,
a sleep that I hadn't had ever since these visions started
happening. This curse that plagued my mind, my body, my soul.
I woke up screaming from a vision, I had seen a man. With eyes that
pierce through you like cattle. He was a monster in a fairy tale,
stealing my dreams and eating them laughing. I jump from my bed and
flew out the door. I ran down the dirt roads to the little chapel
in the middle of the woods.
"Father," I cried as I flung myself in the confession booth," I keep
having a vision with a man, please help me." I begged him.
"Dear child," he said in a husky voice," you have been touched by the
devil himself, but you must not go into his wishes. You must be good
and use them to help not to hurt."
"Yes Father."
I left the chapel, but as I was walking out I saw him. The man
standing in the corner, he wasn't alone. He had a blonde woman with
him. They were incredibly pale. I thought nothing of it I just
stared at him and they stared back. He leaned over and said something
to the woman and she giggled. They had never taken their eyes off me.
I ran most of the way home.
The next afternoon I had another vision. I tried to forget it but I
couldn't. That night I ran back to the chapel and rushed into the
booth once more.
"Father",I cried," I had another vision."
"Yeah and?" he asked, his voice wasn't the same. His was like honey.
Sticky but sweet.
"What should I do?" I asked almost crying.
"Ye should use it to your advantage, my dear."
"How?" I asked taking in a deep breath. I had smelled something I had
never before. It smelled like death, too faint to even really tell;
but it was there and it crept through my nose into the pit of my
stomach.
"Be bad my child." he said.
"But I don't wanna be bad. Mummy and daddy would be mad."
"My dear child, ya have to be bad. What would be the reason for being
good? Do ya really think that ye heavenly father will let ya into
the gates of heaven?" he said,"with that curse of yours ya'll be
burnin in the pits of hell."
"What?" I squeaked.
"Fine, if ya don't wanna belive me then go." he said as he shut the
window.
I walked home in a confused furry of thoughts. To many things in my
head, too many. I got home and opened the door, there was a man
sitting on the couch sipping tea with mummy and daddy. He turned to
face me and it was the monster.
