Finding myself in a void of darkness certainly would have been less horrifying than what happens next.
In the few moments I spend dreaming of myself being anywhere but here, I don’t even get the chance to turn around and face the expanse of the hallway before I feel it. Hair rises on the back of my neck as a freezing cold breath exhales slowly by my ear. I shiver, too scared to turn around. I was not alone. I most definitely was not alone in this house.
With trembling body, I turn around slowly, very slowly. In the split second it takes me to rotate my body, there is a woosh of cloth and a shadowy figure floats down the stairs away from me. Wait. He’s floating? And why didn’t he attack me?
A dark figure without legs or arms gliding around my house. A missing family and no power in the house.
This was the stuff from my nightmares.
With trembling body, I turn around slowly, very slowly. In the split second it takes me to rotate my body, there is a woosh of cloth and a shadowy figure floats down the stairs away from me. Wait. He’s floating? And why didn’t he attack me?
A dark figure without legs or arms gliding around my house. A missing family and no power in the house.
This was the stuff from my nightmares.
Not knowing what else to do, and definitely not wanting to follow that thing down the stairs to the lower level, I run to open my bedroom door so I can hide inside it and lock the hooded figure out. I reach my hand out and feel around on the wood, but the doorknob is gone- vanished. I lift my phone flashlight, and the wooden door is completely bare of any knobs or hinges. There was no way to get in. I go straight to Mom and Dad’s room, and sadly realize that their door handle was missing too.
It trapped me- somehow, the floating thing was able to mess with the entire house. I could almost bet that he was the reason I had no cellphone service or power in the house, and that freaked me out. Is it the reason my entire family is missing too?
It trapped me- somehow, the floating thing was able to mess with the entire house. I could almost bet that he was the reason I had no cellphone service or power in the house, and that freaked me out. Is it the reason my entire family is missing too?
How is any of this even possible in the first place? I don’t understand.
Except now, I have nowhere else to go. . . but downstairs and probably into the waiting arms of the. . . monster. The dementor.
The thing that really confused me though, besides the fact that none of this should even be possible in the first place- why didn’t the dementor suck my soul or eat my heart of whatever it was supposed to do when it was first behind me? I slide down the hall into a sitting position, resting my head in my hands. I feel like I’m in a daze. I’ve read the books and seen the TV shows and movies. Whatever was happening tonight shouldn’t be possible, but for some reason it was. This whole night was straight out of the beginning of a horror movie.
And the monster was trying to play games with me. What to do, what to do, what to?
There was only one thing I could do. Get the heck out of this house and find my family. Okay, I talk to myself. Get up, Emily. Don’t let that thing mess with you. Was it even real? How it was real, I seriously can not even fathom. But it is, and I need to be stronger than it. No tears. No cowering. Get up and get out.
I stand up. Thunder echoes throughout the sky and a steady rain hits the roof of the house. Slowly, steadily, my feet tiptoe to the top of the steps, and I grab the handrail, willing myself to be as quiet as possible so hopefully the dementor won’t find me.
One step, two steps, I soon reach the lower level, though I was moving so slow that it felt like an eternity. Now where was the thing? If I could just make it to the front of the entrance of the house, I knew I would be safe. That shouldn’t be hard, the front door was straight down the hall out to the left in the entrance foyer.
I start to quietly run down the hall, but I only make it a few steps before the impossible happens right in front of my eyes: the hallway disappears. In fact, the entire house disappears, and I find myself standing in a labyrinth of catacombs. Ho-how? What was going on? Passageways intersect everywhere, and I have no idea where to go or even where the monster is. So much for getting out the house. Though the entire passageway was dimly lit. It is still hard to focus on anything as my headache continues to steadily pound in the front of my temple. But for the time being, I feel completely alone, and though I am terrified, it is still better than being in the presence of the hooded figure. The cement walls are cracked and grimy, and broken glass and dirt clutter the floor. I don’t know what else to do but walk and not stop until I find a way out, and I drag my hand against the wall as I move forward and turn a corner into a side passage. When I pull my fingers away, they are red with crusty flakes. I raise them to my face for closer examination and shudder as I immediately realize what the flakes are. . . dried blood.
"Hello, Emily," a voice whispers behind me.
The thing that really confused me though, besides the fact that none of this should even be possible in the first place- why didn’t the dementor suck my soul or eat my heart of whatever it was supposed to do when it was first behind me? I slide down the hall into a sitting position, resting my head in my hands. I feel like I’m in a daze. I’ve read the books and seen the TV shows and movies. Whatever was happening tonight shouldn’t be possible, but for some reason it was. This whole night was straight out of the beginning of a horror movie.
And the monster was trying to play games with me. What to do, what to do, what to?
There was only one thing I could do. Get the heck out of this house and find my family. Okay, I talk to myself. Get up, Emily. Don’t let that thing mess with you. Was it even real? How it was real, I seriously can not even fathom. But it is, and I need to be stronger than it. No tears. No cowering. Get up and get out.
I stand up. Thunder echoes throughout the sky and a steady rain hits the roof of the house. Slowly, steadily, my feet tiptoe to the top of the steps, and I grab the handrail, willing myself to be as quiet as possible so hopefully the dementor won’t find me.
One step, two steps, I soon reach the lower level, though I was moving so slow that it felt like an eternity. Now where was the thing? If I could just make it to the front of the entrance of the house, I knew I would be safe. That shouldn’t be hard, the front door was straight down the hall out to the left in the entrance foyer.
I start to quietly run down the hall, but I only make it a few steps before the impossible happens right in front of my eyes: the hallway disappears. In fact, the entire house disappears, and I find myself standing in a labyrinth of catacombs. Ho-how? What was going on? Passageways intersect everywhere, and I have no idea where to go or even where the monster is. So much for getting out the house. Though the entire passageway was dimly lit. It is still hard to focus on anything as my headache continues to steadily pound in the front of my temple. But for the time being, I feel completely alone, and though I am terrified, it is still better than being in the presence of the hooded figure. The cement walls are cracked and grimy, and broken glass and dirt clutter the floor. I don’t know what else to do but walk and not stop until I find a way out, and I drag my hand against the wall as I move forward and turn a corner into a side passage. When I pull my fingers away, they are red with crusty flakes. I raise them to my face for closer examination and shudder as I immediately realize what the flakes are. . . dried blood.
"Hello, Emily," a voice whispers behind me.
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