Chapter Five: It Enters

In her bed

Rain hid, underneath the covers

With her back towards the door.

Her eyes were closed

Yet

Her mind was awake.

Suddenly she heard

From west of her bed

The door to the closet

Croak open

Heavy footsteps,

Rumbled

As they drew closer

To her bed.

Something was there

Right behind her

Their eyes

Burned into her

Battered back.

She inhaled,

Holding her breath

To get a sense

Of who it was

What it was.

Suddenly she felt

Weight

On the edge of the bed

Causing it

To dip down.

Her heart

Flew into her throat

And her eyes opened.

She wanted to ask.

"Who is that? Father? Mother? The kind faced maid?"

"̭͔̞̤̬̭̐̌̔̈́̐Ė̙v̳̟̹̬́͑ͩ͛̇ͣͮ͛̆e̠̻͈̖ͮ̈̆̈́̚r͓͈̊ͤ̔̑ͮy̠̳̠̺̱̹̑̅͑ͯ͐̐͌ͧṭ͖̥̥̇̈́̄̎̌͛ͅh̼̠͔̱̰̯͙̟ͤ̽̈̎̓͒ḯ̫̞͈ͧ̔ͪͯn̥̪͚̒ͦ̊͐̎g̫͎̯̖̖͕͙̖͂ͧ̐ͮ̆͊̓̈́.̠̼͇̣̫̔ͤ̇.̬̙̟̠̖̯͕̌ͅ.̗̮̂̿ͣ͂͒́̋ͦ"͍̅́ͬͪ̏͑͑ ̲͈͑ͯͯ̍̅͆́  

The same

Dark voice from before

Spoke,

"̒̓̀͝E͊ͧ̓̅ͫ̕v̷̨̿͌̌ͭe̅͜r̎ͩy̸͗̓̓̀ͦ̈́͂t̴̊͌h̎͗͞i̽̉̑́͜͝n̛ͭ͒͂̊̇̂ͨ̐̚҉ġ̷ ͛͗̉͠wͬͮ̀͜͢į̔̋͟l̇̋͊̇̊̀͆̕͝l̇̒ͬ̒̍ͩ̀ ͩ̓̇͡b̸ͣ̏̿̕e͋̂ͯ̚̚͜ ̀̓̋̔͘͏a̐ͦ͌͜l̓̅͂ͭ͆̓͢r̸̈͊͑̿͑̀̍iͦ̏ͬ͂ͥĝ̨̾̋͂̒̒ͦh̨ͦ̔͋̓̌̉ͧ͟͡ţ̀̈.̢̍́̓ͩ̈̄ͨͥ́͜.ͨ͑͛̏.̸͗͜͞"̧̢̒̍̇ͫ̀̏ͯ̈͠

"͖̭̬͈͛̌I͗̈́ͤͥ҉͉͈t͍̟̪͉ͤ̓ͨ̉̏ͫ̓̚͠ͅ'̴̗̲̯̔́͊̏̽̂̀ͧ͞l͕͉̦̟̳̻ͬͦ͌ḻ̟̦̫̯̊ͧ͋̃͑͌̀̚͠ ͋̆͐̔̚̚͞҉̩̤̳̠͙̱ͅb͉͔̩̅ͩe̻̣̗̳̹͉ͪ̿̈́͛̈́͗̾͜ ̦̪̏̽̀ͤ͗̓ͦ̕ơ̧̮͊ͮ͂ͬͭ͌́ǩ̟͉̭̦͖̹̲̬ͦ̂ͣ̎ä̡̫̘͕͎̥͎̟̯́̾̓͢ÿ̨̢̬̳͍̪̲̳ͭ̈́̑͞ͅ"̷̧̥̩͌̓̈̈́͐ͨ̄̀

"̴̃̈́ͭ̽̅ͫ̚͏͏̛͕̪͖̞̹͎̮̬̤̙͓̹̪͜I͗͒ͤ̂͛̏ͩͥ̍̔͋ͮͫͪ̽̽̏͏҉͏͕̗͍̝͎̕̕ͅt̶̴̷̷̼͇̜̠̲̪͚̟̖͔̞̻̫͉̲̤̻̊͂̉̂̊̚͠ͅͅ ̨̨̛̛̙̻̣͇̟͙̱̤̝̜̗̾ͮ̂̂ͯ̏ͤ̅̌w̶̧̠̗̟̟̠̫̗͎̻̦̻̱̼̭͖͚̯̬̍ͥ̊̈́͗̾̋̄ͨͭ̈́̀͘ͅĩ̷̙͉̥̺̜̞͖̳̯̩͙̘͔͒ͬ̍͋̈́ͥ́ͅl̷̷͕͙̣̜̣͍̫͇̯̟̤ͪͣ͊̐͆̽͛̋ͣ͆͊́͡ͅl̵̵̨̼̘͕͖͔̫̲̘̬͓̣͕͚͕̭̗̳̭̮̈ͮ̆̌̑͋ͦ̈ͤ̐͆̅͌ͫͦͣ̋̋̚ ̡̛̲͈̥͇̰̖͈̜̄́͂ͫ̀b͇̹̫̝͈̩̝͍͓̖̬͇͉̩͔ͯ̌̏̈́̿͛ͧ̋͊ͣ̔͂̀̿̈͋̚̕̕e̶̳͔̖̖͇͎̺̜̪̫̱̻͕̒̓́͆̅͋ͯ̊͗̀́̐ͫ͋͠.̜̲̜͎̘͉̲͇̮̳͔̜̗̩̟͍̗ͤ̿ͫ̾̂̌͠.̸̳͚̜̫͖̗͖̺̙̪̭̱̞̟̦̤̰̟̱̔̽ͩ͛̂ͨ͑̍̊ͬ͑͡.̵͙̼̬͙̖̥̩̳̭̪̳̣̺̓̏̋́ͦͤ͌͌̒̈̎͠ͅͅ"̛͈̯̯̫̈̂ͣͪ̌ͤͯ̎͌̅̈́̕̕

“̭̻̙̠̖̫̺͙̙̊̓͌͒͌͌̒ͨ̿̊̋̎̐ͮͨ̈̚̚Ḧ̝͖͕͔̩͉̠̱̹͚̤̪̣̭͔̬̝͕́ͦͮ͛͗̎ͅű͈͍̤̬̤̺͖̑ͩ̔͛͆̂s̙̬͕̫̜̦̯̬̤͎̹̘̤̤͍̲̘͋̃ͬ͋͌̇ͤ̊̚h̞̗̜̮̜̞͕ͮ̉̄̉̓̓̎̐̆̿̒ͩ͊ͧͬ ̙͉̘͔̭̘̩̭͐ͭ̀̉ͭ̊͌̂̍̓̎̈́͂̇ͪ̄̿l͇͙̥͈̮̥̼̏̉͆̑̉̋͛̊i̠̬̹̯̺̙̭͉̘̖̠̭̥̗͈̗̅̌͊̒ͩt̘͕͉͉̻͗͊ͮ̄ͪͧ̂t̪̫̤̻̙̹̖̰̃ͨ̿̈́̌̈̍̉͂ͫͦͯ̎͒͛ͅl͉͚͉ͪ̃̎̑̎͛ͥͤͪͪͥ̑̽e̹̲͖̰̝͉͚͖̯̣̣̥ͯ͆́̀̆͆̄ͥ̿͑ͥͬͥ̄ͫ͗͑ͅ ̤̝̥̜͈ͭ͗ͪ̊̇͌ͪͬb̳̠̪͉̰͐͒ͦ̽̀ͦ̓̓̒̿͌ā̹̞͓̦̩̝͈͈̻̞̞̳̞͖̪̻̑̽ͧͦ̇̒̉́ͣ͐b͈̹͔̳̘̭̺ͦ̍͊̓͐ͨͅy͓̦̜̹̠̥̳̯̥̹͇͕̠͛͑̀̆ͬ́̓̏̆͋͑͌̾͊̌ͅͅ,̮̗̥̻̩͓̣̤͇̣̬̻ͧͥͤ̈́ ͎̖̙̗̱͈̺̹̘̦͍͕͙̠̮̫̬̔́ͭ́̃d̖͉̰͎̲̤̩͕̘͎̙͕͖̝͓̼̍̅͊ͣͯ́̑̏̅̚ͅo͖͓̮̟̼̘̪̩̖̽̊ͬ̒ͥ̋ͬͧ͆̇ͫ͑n̞͕͍͇̩͊̋ͫ̌ͮ̓ͪ̽͒͛̓ͪ̏̑ͪ̓ͣ̎̇’̟̮̩͈̬͔̭̦̣̤̻̝̺̖̻ͮ̿̉͆̄͌̌͗͂̊̊̈ͅͅͅt̘̯̬͍̝̫̬͙͔̩̘͙̠͕̠ͦͪ̎ͫ͋̉ͭ̉ ̦̘̲̼̘͓̣̠̓͑͛̿̈́ͩͥ̋̓ͨ̇̋͑s̲͎̼̪̥͈̟̖͚͖ͬ̎͑̅̽ͫ͌ͤ͂ͦͭ̌ͮͣ͛a̬̟͈͉͓̫̤̬͌̌̌̄ͫͩ̐͛ͩͩ̽́̌ͩͅy͍͉͇̥͉͓̟͚̘̱͓͚͔͐ͫ͊͛ͨ̉̅ͦͪͅ ͔̻̮͈͓͉̤͈͔̮̈͛ͥͥͣ͋ͪͅẫ̰̼̹͔͓̺͚̝͍ͥͫ͛ͬ̓ͥͨ͌ͤͦͮͩ̓̌̎ͅ ̤̞͎̟͋ͮͯw̰̯͕̹͖̜͚̞̭̹̠ͯ͒͗̏̎͛̎͆̄̓ͩͦͅö̯̺̭͖̭̳̺͉̳̹̦͔̜͖̙͇̞̞̪́ͥ͆̽͛͒ͤͤr̟͍͚͙̲̞̱̹̉ͩ͑̆ͧ̑̈́͗d̹̖̞̩̘̖̘̘̭̞͓̣̥̦̥͑̓͒̇̒̍̀͋͂̇̓.͇̯̣̝̪̺̭̘͍̰̟̖͓̣̾́ͮ͐̍̋̀͛”͉͓̥̳̠͖̜̦͈̬̝̼͖̠̘̆̌͒̍̈́̈́́ͪͫ̈́

“ͣ̄ͤPͧ̌ă̅͒̓̽p̂̿̅̿̾̌͑ͤáͯ͑̐’̄̒̍͗̆̈́̾s͆̓̆ ́̏̽ͮͥ̚gͭͮͬ̊̓̿͋̿o͑ͫ̓ͧ̀i̇̄̿ͩ̓͗̓̒n̅̓͒ͪ͊ͤ̀̇g̊͑ͩ ̍ͨ̃̓tͥ͛ͥo͊ ͥͪ̓̏ͩ̇̉b̒̄͌̊̈u̿ͯ̂ͯ̌̃͊̌ẏ̌͂̆ ͂̅yͧͮͮ͋o̍̂͌ͦ̽̊͛̎u͗ͨͨ̄ͣ͗ ̅͋ȁ̈͑ ̑́m̑̔ͦo͐̑ͤ̅̌c͗̔ͪk͌́̆͊̓i̊̆͆̇̓n̓̈́̾̃ͤ̂ͦ̈́̚gͮ̒b͐̄ͯͪ͆͋ͬi͐ͨ͊̌̒̐̉́ͩrͯ̌ͪ̀d͊̋̂ͭ͌ͩ̈.̄̃̇”ͯ̊ͯ͑̍̑͊͐ͯ ̾ͥͤ̿͋͋̃͊̋

The voice was calm,

Calm enough

To ease

Her worried mind

And with each syllable

The voice spoke

She felt herself

Sinking into her bed.