no words

I was in my Hacienda house again. I was with a group of people, teenagers and children. We were laughing in the daylight, then someone gasped and our attention was drawn to the door. There was someone there with a mask on. It had a female body, but it did not seem human. It had a mask on, a deer mask. It seemed so harmless, but I knew it was so full of danger.

Everything turned quiet. No one laughed, whispered, dared to breathe.

Then I ran.

I left the others behind. I knew they would be fine, I knew it was only after me.

So I ran.

I ran to my room in the northeast corner of the house. I locked the door behind me with sweaty fingertips, so scared I wouldn’t be able to turn the lock. Then I backed away and waited and listened. My eyes were locked on the doorknob and then it moved. The thing was going to get in somehow. Somehow I could see it behind the door silently fiddling with this minor obstacle.

I looked around the room and saw my escape. The window to my freedom conveniently had the screen already removed. I jumped out and knew it would soon open the door and figure I went out the window. I ran around the house, back to the front door, and into the kitchen. I grabbed several knives from the drawer and handed them to my young comrades.

I had a blue knife. It seemed so weak like it was made out of foil because it crumpled up in my hand. But when the thing came around and back through the front door, the knife did not fail me.

Her skin felt like fur. She fell to the floor and all was silent again.


a strange way out

I was in a house looking for something…as usual.

Oh! I was looking for a way out. The house seemed haunted. I checked all the doors and then I checked them a second time; plain old doors, closet doors, cupboard doors even. The day seemed to disappear and the house became dark. I drifted towards a room with a faint light coming from it. My mother was in that room, lying on the bed, and reading, as usual.

She said to me, “Check that one,” without looking up from her book. There were many to check, but I knew exactly which one she was talking about. It was small door or I had grown bigger for it was a bit difficult to squeeze through. I had a flashlight in hand and I turned it on, discovering that even though the door was very small, the room it concealed was not. This room, unlike the one I had just came from, had high ceilings and dark wooden floors. On the floor I found two miniature figurines of what seemed to be rabbits.

Then someone hit the lights, but these weren’t house lights, they were stage lights. I was on a stage that had these wings where darkness seemed to go on forever. Then my cousin was there, thanked me for finding her shoe the figurines turned into a shoe in my hand, and proceeded to tell me how she wished she was married and had children.

Then, all of a sudden, there was this girl with blood on her face. She was evil and dangerous so I took my cousin’s stiletto and started to stab the girl with it. She seemed to be unscathed and growing angry. Then we were somewhere else. The girl was strapped in a chair and I went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. She had to be destroyed so I dismembered her and decapitated her.

Even though she was so cold, she seemed to be so alive. And even though all the noises she made were animalistic, she seemed to have a voice and I could hear it in my head when she looked at me with her green eyes.

Then I felt strong hands on my arms. They were my father’s come to take me away. He held onto me and pushed me all the way out of the house. It seemed to be an old house based on the furniture, and yet there was pink carpet everywhere, and we were dressed in 1900 clothing. But the strangest thing happened when I looked into a mirror as we passed it by. I saw myself but I could not see my father’s reflection. I felt his hands still pushing me, saw his feet when I looked down at the floor, but he vanished when I looked in the mirror and saw myself floating there.

Stranger things have happened?

Wings: The unseen backstage area on either side of the stage of a proscenium theater