This is a little of my work for the new people on my page that havent got the chance to take a look. ( Here is the first draft of my short story. You may find some of this material offensive. This is not based on any facts. ) THE DEMON INSIDE South Georgia was slightly windy on the night a tragic event took place in Helena Georgia. It was an unusually cold winter. A North wind blew for days. It kept people inside as much as possible after the sun set. John didn’t mind, because it gave him a chance to catch up on his reading. John lived in an old wooden house that had been passed down through several generations. It was a two bedroom house. The floors creaked, and wind blew in through the small cracks around the windows. He left one light on in the house. Strange noises could be heard in the house after dark. It sounded as if someone was pacing back and forth. John grew accustomed to these sounds, but left light on for the visitors that visited after dark. Tommy lived in the house with him. John and Tommy had been friends through their childhood. Everyone called him little Tommy through the years. It was June of 2012 when the one red-light town got shook. It was midnight. Tommy was in his bed asleep, or John thought he was asleep. John made his way to his room after cutting heaters on throughout the house and switching off all the lights except the light that lit up the kitchen area. He stepped in his room. Stepping into the cold room sent a chill through his body. The room was small. It was cluttered with things they both kept from family members that passed away. The room was big enough for the twin size bed his grandmother slept in until the day she died, a bookcase for a collection of old books that smelled, and a table where an old floor model record player sat at one point. He retrieved his Kindle from the table, switched on the television, and lay in the bed. He flipped through book after book looking for one he had not read. He passed one that caught his attention. Upon flipping back, he clicked on the book. It was a horror book of some sort. It had a mansion in the background under a dark sky. He got comfortable under old handmade blankets then began reading. He heard a creak in the television room. It wasn’t the usual creak he heard every night. This creak was an actual person. Someone was inside his house. He didn’t hear a window shatter, or a door being forced open, so he ignored the noise and continued reading. After flipping through a few more pages, he heard the sounds again. This time the sounds seemed to be outside his door. He knew it wasn’t the regular visitors. He shoved his Kindle under the blanket so the light wouldn’t be shining if the visitor entered the room. His stomach knotted as the noise of footsteps grew louder. He sat up in the bed placing his back to the corner of the wall. It was a matter of seconds the door flung open. Standing in the doorway was a black figure with light shining in certain spots. John could tell the person was wearing a mask of some sort from the spots of light that hit the intruders face. John rolled off the bed. His feet hit the floor, and he darted passed the person. He ran to the sofa grabbing a six-shooter he kept hid. He quickly stood aiming the six-shooter at the perpetrator. “What do you want?” He questioned trying to show as little fear as possible. The intruder stood in silence. John pulled the trigger. The cylinder turned, but the pistol didn’t fire. He continued pulling the trigger. The cylinder kept turning, but the gun never fired. The intruder slowly pulled up the ski mask that hid his face. Little Tommy smiled as he pulled the forty-four from the holster on his side. His eyes were larger than ever. He never blinked, and his smile was far from a friendly smile people were accustomed seeing on little Tommy’s face. “I emptied the gun, John.” He said in a demonic voice. “I was sent to destroy you.” Tears escaped John’s eyes. “What do you mean you were sent to destroy me?” Little Tommy stood sideways and pointed behind him never taking his eyes off John. “He sent me.” He gripped the pistol in both hands. “He wants you.” “Who wants me, Tommy?” John didn’t see anyone standing behind Tommy. “There’s nobody behind you.” “Come here.” He demanded. John stalled not wanting to get any closer. He had a gun pointed at him. One false move could cost him his life. He dropped the six shooter since it wouldn’t do any good at protecting him. Tommy rushed toward him. Before John could move Tommy shoved him back onto the sofa. Tommy had a smile on his face and blood in his eyes. He was ready to kill. “Who sent you, Tommy?” John asked in a voice louder than he should have. Tommy swung the pistol hitting John across the face. Blood dribbled from John’s bottom lip as it began to swell. Tommy swung the gun again but didn’t make contact. “Jeff.” Tommy stopped, looked off into the darkness, then looked back at John sitting on the sofa slumped over. “Jeff wants you dead, John. He sent me to kill you for what you did to him.” John’s eyes grew wide. His mind suddenly went back to the day he murdered Jeff. It was a summer day. It was like any summer day in South Georgia. They were out on the river living the teenage dream. Everyone had done left leaving John and Jeff on the river alone. Courtney was Jeff’s girl at the time. She was off limits, and everyone knew that. Jeff walked toward John. “I heard about you and Courtney.” John backed up placing his back against a boulder that opened into a cave in the front. “What do you mean?” “You two have been seeing each other behind my back.” Jeff stood in a stance that would make it easy to attack. “I wouldn’t mess around with Courtney. Everyone respects you, Jeff. I respect you.” Johnss heart was beating at a fast pace. Jeff reached into the waistband of the wet jean shorts he was wearing and pulled a thirty-eight. “I just want to make sure it never happens again.” “It has never happened.” John’s fear was rising with every second that passed. “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.” He lifted the pistol pointing it at John. John launched forward without thinking. He had grabbed Jeff’s wrist before he had time to pull the trigger. He fought to take the pistol from the enraged Jeff. The gun went off. The loud noise split the silence in the woods surrounding them. An echo could be heard miles away. Nobody lived on that part of the river. Nobody was around to hear the shot. John came back to reality. “It was an accident.” He shook his head. “I never wanted him dead.” Tears escaped his eyes from the flashbacks of the day Jeff lost his life. “I panicked when I saw the blood.” Tommy stared into John’s face as he spoke about the horrible crime. The look on his face was bland unlike the look of anger he had in the beginning. “I’m sorry for what I’m about to do, John.” Tommy raised the gun at him. John had turned to the right before Tommy pulled the trigger. The split second decision was a life saver. A few more shots rang out in the darkness before John launched himself in Tommy’s direction. “It’s me or you.” Tommy snapped before the sweat on his hand caused him to lose his grip on the butt of the pistol. John turned the gun on him. “I think it’s your time, Tommy.” He said in a low voice before shooting Tommy in the chest. Tommy fell to the floor. The bullet entered the middle of his chest. Tommy was spitting up blood every time he took a breath, so John quickly went to his room for the phone. He grabbed the phone, stood at the door propping his shoulder against the door frame to keep his eye on Tommy, and then dialed 911. The blood was puddled around Tommy. He looked to be barely breathing. “911 what is your emergency?” The dispatcher said from the other end. “I……” He stopped trying to hold himself together. “What did you do, sir?” John broke down, and tears streamed from his eyes. “I shot someone.” “Stay calm, sir. Where are you located?” “804 Dudley Drive.” He wiped his face with his free hand. “It was an accident.” “Stay on the phone with me. The police will arrive soon.” As John walked toward the door, he heard sirens. The police were already pulling onto the road that led to his house. John unlocked the door, cut on the outside light, then backed up to the wall with the pistol in his waistband. His mind raced. “They are here.” He whispered trying to decide whether he should take his life, try to shoot his way out or cooperate. “I received confirmation they have arrived. Do you have a weapon, sir?” The dispatcher questioned. John dropped the phone to the floor, pulled the pistol from his waistband, and spun the cylinder. He had a strong urge to aim the weapon at the cops when they barged into the home. He could hear the dispatcher on the phone. Blue lights from the patrol cars lit up the inside of the house. They were planning to come inside his house while he gained more courage. The feeling pulling him toward pointing the weapon at the police was getting stronger with every minute that passed. It was a feeling he couldn’t fight. The weapon was raised at the door when he heard the confirmation to enter the house. He also heard the message that he was armed and possibly dangerous. Tears escaped his eyes as his life flashed in front of him. The door quickly flew open making a loud crash against the wall. Police rushed inside with guns drawn. John closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. The cylinder barely turned before Officer Smith fired a deadly shot causing John’s lifeless body to fall to the floor. John’s spirit hovered over the scene watching as Officer Smith checked his vitals. Blood poured from his neck making a puddle underneath his head. The officer holstered his gun, looked up at the ceiling, and began to pray. He never wanted to take a life. He always hoped that he wasn’t put in the situation. John watched as they threw a sheet over the two lifeless bodies. The officers bagged the empty revolver as the coroner entered the crime scene. The flashing lights and commotion slowly dimmed until John found himself on the other side. Nobody will ever know the demon that hovers over that small town.
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