Bed of Roses: Bloodshed
I sat on the rickety chair across the altar.
I think about what had happened to my past years, anyway it doesn't matter anymore because there's nothing significant on how she lived, or how she lived her life.
I took my bag and get a half eaten lunch box. I always leave it half eaten, not because I'm on a diet but because someone needed it more than I do...
And then on the back of the cold marble altar a huge black dog peek.
"Come here boy..." I called out. "I brought a dinner or past lunch for you. I promise it will taste good so come on and join me here."
I may seem ridiculously stupid but that dog is the one cheering me up.
He came here not more than a week ago, all wounded and injured, it so happens that I'm visiting this old church,
He tried to bite me when I tend to him but still i insist and he being true to his nature are the one cheering me up.
"I'm so weird." I said to myself placing the lunch box on the floor near the altar.
The dog cautiously come and began licking up the lunch box.
"You know You should come back to your owner." I told him and he just look at me like I'm an absurd little girl.
"Well excuse me for being concerned!" I said snubbing him.
And as an annoyed guy he totally ignored me and continue eating.
"You're so mean.."
And then I saw on my peripheral vision a boy, silhouetted in white standing in the alter looking at me with a dilated pupil.
I've seen another one.
It's the third time I've seen a ghost this week.
I stood up and began walking towards the boy.
I heard the dog growled and that startled me.
"Hey don't be so grumpy, I'm just asking him..." I whispered.
The kid looked at my way.
"Can you see me?" The boy asked in a distant voice.
"uh um... well if you put it that way... yes." I replied smiling.
"Then can you help me?"
"Help you? In what way?"
The dog bark seriously loud, It's like a lion's roar, almost shook the rusty building. I looked at the dog questioningly.
"What's the matter?" I asked him.
"Will you help me then..." The boy asked again.
"Oh sure..." I replied. "is it an heirloom gone? Or your skeleton?" I keep asking the common certainties wherein a ghost will find help.
"No. I want meat."
"that's not very particular- wait what did you say?" I asked thinking I heard the "meat" word wrongly.
"A fresh meat... I want it." he said.
"What meat?" I feel a spine tingling sensation telling me that the dog was right. Talking to him was a bad idea.
Then I froze all of a sudden the ghost boy was standing in front of me that I was startled. I backed away.
"Meat.. I smell fresh meat..." he said in a mouth-watering tone, his dilated eyes turned bloodshot and he smiled so frighteningly. He's not a ghost... he's a monster.
"Go away!" I shouted.
The dog barked loudly and pounced at the boy-monster. He put out an axe trying to counter the dog's pounce. Acting out on instinct I embraced the dog away from the monster.
"What are you doing... don't go -"
And the I felt the rush of air from a hole in my stomach. I puke blood on my mouth.
"Meat! Meat!" I heard the monster shriek as he slashed my torso. I can't breathe.
I'm dying.
----to be continued----