Fragmented Evil by Craig Wrightson

Author:Craig Wrightson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Craig Wrightson

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Chris jolted awake in his chair. He must have dossed off. The room was icy cold; he watched his condensed breath forming in the still air. Glancing across to his grandmother, he observed that she was sleeping peacefully.

The door to her bathroom slowly eased open, the stiff joints creaking in the silence. Chris watched, mesmerised, as a slow wisp of thin fog rose out from the toilet. It hovered above the bowl momentarily then crept out further, down onto the bathroom floor; soon it was entwined around the entire toilet. It continued to escape and moved onwards, ever-growing, floating just above the bathroom floor. Tentatively, it snaked forwards into the bedroom, searching.

The fog traced the wall and made its way deeper into the room. Chris was frozen to the spot, unable to blink. As the fog reached the doorway, it finally stopped.

Chris had been holding his breath all that time and let out a huge sigh of relief.

Suddenly the door handled turned as someone, or something, tried to open it. Luckily, the door was locked from the inside. The handle turned again and again, but no entry could be made. With more force, the handle was repeatedly turned as whatever was outside made a concerted effort to open the door. They became frantic, and the noise reverberated through the room, shaking the aged walls to their foundations. Finally, it stopped, and there was silence in the room once more.

Chris gazed upon two large pictures hanging from the wall. One was of a Northumbrian winter scene, and the second was an old painting of Holy Island. Without warning, both pictures crashed violently to the floor where their antique frames instantly smashed into pieces.

Chris was on his feet now, panicking with no idea what to do.

His grandmother had been correct. She had given him plenty of warning.

A low cackle of laughter erupted from her bed. Chris turned and saw his grandmother sitting up. Her body shook as she laughed and the cackle became louder and louder. Soon she was emitting a high-pitched hysterical laugh that was sure to wake everyone in Back Beck House.

Chris had no idea what to do. He wanted to cry out for help, but the words froze on his lips.

The fog made its way towards the other side of the bed to where Chris was standing as white as a sheet.

He watched as the fog reached his feet and sniffed him out. His grandmother was still hysterically laughing. His brain struggled to absorb anything that was going on in the total madness.

Slowly, the fog began to wrap itself around his legs and rise upwards, encapsulating his whole body in a fine grey web.

Finally, Chris screamed.

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