The Horror You Inspire

The days changed like you wouldn't believe. When he was here, the grass was green, the flowers were pink, & the night was so bright. Life had sunshine & smiles, and all those things us pessimist's despise. Home wasn't like it used to be, because a house was never home, & he was never really planted like the flowers that lead up to their house. He was home, and anywhere they went, as long as they were together, they were home. There is, in fact, no place like it. After he died, everything suddenly lost taste, like he had taken it with him. So, she had to become friendly with the darkness and all sorts of scum, like the sewer rats & the Venus fly traps that she thought sometimes talked to her. She had become comfortably numb. All the animals spoke highly of him, and they only really fear the Seventh Son, his offspring. It wasn't quite prophecy, but his rage & evil were predicted not long ago; regardless, she ignored it for as long as she could, because ignorance is bliss, right?

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13. Chapter 12

Maybelyn dreamt of art, which she had the hands to create, but couldn't quite illustrate it exactly how she pictured. Still, it was better than most, but with Maybelyn, her best could always be better. 

The birds in her dream sang songs of rhythm, and the skies couldn't pick a colour they wanted to be, and that was okay to Maybelyn, because extraordinary was quite her favourite thing, and beauty was something she had an eye for although she rarely showed it. 

She dreamt of casting spells on the stars to make them hold her tight, the moon to hold her up as the sun was her guide, and the spells kept her safe from the horrible things that were below the sky, and the angels above were strong warriors to defend her from who she thought she loved. 

Tonight as Maybelyn slept, fear had no place and that made her dreams reach the highest of heights, which doesn't happen often. 

Maybelyn tries to keep her joy of the beauty on the inside, because if all this joy was to radiate outside, her son would surely feel it and she would be punished. 

Even the thought of running away has been complete taboo in Maybelyn's house, so she tries to block out all those thoughts. 

When the morning comes she has a spring in her step, and feels almost invincible after she does her meditation. 

"The joy is radiating off of you, and it feels disgusting, what've you done? Why are you so happy?" Keturah spits. 

"I've done nothing. I just had a good dream, that's all" Maybelyn says, because Keturah can tell when she's lying so she might as well tell the truth. 

"What was it about?" Keturah asks, her countenance shifting from anger to curiosity. 

"The stars were holding me on my tiptoes, the galaxy let me conduct them as the moon held me up while the sun guided my way, and the birds sang, the sky never stayed the same colour, the flowers were all different types; it was beautiful and marvellous!" Maybelyn gets carried away and starts to sway around the kitchen. 

Not looking where she was going, Maybelyn crashed into Mitchell, and they both fell to the kitchen floor. 

In rage Mitchell shoved his mother off of him and got up, kicking her a few times and scolding her. 

"Don't play like a child!" He yelled as he walked away. 

"What else?" Keturah continues, begging for more. 

"And..." Maybelyn says, waiting till Mitchell was out of the room "and the angels protected me" Maybelyn finishes, and regrets immediately, considering now of who she's taking to; hell's own 
Keturah. 

The demon's countenance returns to angry, and she too kicks Maybelyn in the same fashion as Mitchell. 

"Why are you doing this?" Maybelyn asks through her tears. 

"I've never dreamed a dream! And you are joyous over seeing so much, experiencing heaven and angels and beautiful, glorious things, bragging to me of what you've witnessed in one time of sleep, but I never sleep, and this hell is getting so hard to work for! I just want to be free to do what I like, because I like being good, and I like being bad, really really bad, so I thought this was the job for me, but it turns out I'm jealous of the woman who gets to experience both, yet she is human." 

In all of Maybelyn's years, she has never seen a demon like this. 
As she slowly gets up, she has no clue what to say. 

"You can't be turned into a human, and there's nothing I can do to help you experience a dream, so it's virtually hopeless, I'm sorry" Maybelyn says, trying to get to her office to be safe. 

"That's all I ever hear, especially hailing from hell, 'it's hopeless' and I'm tired of it" Keturah mutters, and continues to mutter to herself till Maybelyn is out of earshot. 

What Maybelyn thinks is that Keturah was being a somehow emotional demon, and expressing her distress, but really, Keturah, living much up to her reputation, on earth in books, and in hell, was just being her mischievous self, and is a good actor. 

After Keturah hears Maybelyn shut her office door, she goes to Mitchell's room to retrieve the hex bag she has been making, and then takes it up to Maybelyn's room and searches where to hide it.

In the corner of the bed frame and the foot is where Keturah puts it, which seems like a very promising spot to her. 

Keturah goes out to plant one more, this one Maybelyn won't be able to find. 


When the shop is closed and Maybelyn is in her room, ready to go to bed, a hand grabs her ankle from under her bed and she screams and kicks till it pulls away, and this is just the beginning. 

The rest of the night Maybelyn battles with coughing blood while her reflection shows horrifying images in the mirror, and crows come at her to try and peck her eyes out, and so many other terrible things. 

Maybelyn finally realises it's similar to the night she had before, except nothing goes away when she blinks, which means it's a hex. 

She gets choked by a masked man, evil heads fly at her from all angles, hot metal is dripped on her skin, a snake wraps itself around her neck as fire bowls up in the closet, and sea monsters even come to have a bite. 

Maybelyn struggles to find the hex bag with all these things hurting her and weighing her down, but she tries so hard not to be afraid so she can get this over with. 

All of the commotion stops when a little voice from across the room  says "mommy?"

Mitchell stands here, about 5 years old, staring at his mother with terror in his eyes. 

Maybelyn tries to tell herself it's just part of the hex so she turns back around. 

The young Mitchell starts to scream in horror, and Maybelyn turns back around to see him being held by dozens of hands with sharp claws and blood start sputtering from Mitchell's cheek. 

Abandoning all sense, Maybelyn rushes over to the other side of the room to pull the mirage of her son away from the claws, and he embraces her for dear life, sniffling and breathing hard. 

Maybelyn reminds herself that this is just a hex, but it feels so real, and she will hold on to her son for as long as she can, when he is in this state of innocence and purity, because out of all the things she could miss, she misses this the most. 

To hold this small body again, to be hugged by her precious boy, Maybelyn doesn't ever want to let go, but she has to when she feels a sharp pain in her back, and looks in the mirror to see her son with a large knife. 

Keturah can hear Maybelyn's scream from downstairs, and she smiles, knowing it is a result of her hex. 

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