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The Protectors

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I lay in bed, my cover tucked all around me to fend off the cold. I was on the brink of sleep when I heard a strange noise. It sounded like a big animal was walking around; it was a combination of heavy footsteps and the sound of claws hitting the floor. I figured it was my dog walking around and was irritated when I realized that meant I had to put him out for the night. I cursed under my breath and hoped out of bed and walked to the door, complaining about the cold floor on the way. I left my room and weaved my way into the living room to where the sound came from. On the other side of the room I could vaguely see something going through the files on the table. The figure was distorted and had clawed feet. I screamed and it turned around suddenly. When it saw me it morphed into a girl about my age and smiled. I was frozen with fear as she walked towards me, never dropping the creepy, to big smile.
“Hello there,”
“H-hi,” I muttered.
“What are you doing up?” She asked innocently.
“Looking for my dog,” I blurted out stupidly.
“Oh don’t worry about him,” she said twisting her head slightly,”I already took care of him,” I managed to make my body move a back step and tried not to think about what she meant by “taking care of him”.
“Where are you going?” She questioned, the innocence in her voice slipping, “I have to take care of you now.” the last part came out in a grisly tone. Before I could react to what she said her hand was wrapped around my throat and lifting me into the air. I tried to scream but all thought came out was whispered spurts of sound. I felt tears run down my face in horror and pain.
“Yes,” she purred, “Show me how scared you are, let me see how pathetic you can get.” I fought against her grip but couldn’t budge her. I tried kicking but my hits where fruitless. I could feel my lungs begging for air, every second was torture and I went limp, excepting death’s warm embrace. The last thing I saw in my human life was my killer slowly turning back into a demon and opening it’s huge mouth.
The police say I disappeared without a trace, no body, no note, no evidence. Many figured I was kidnapped and sent out search parties which of course went to a dead end.
That’s the story about how I was chosen to be a protector. My killer still lives in the house, waiting for her next victim. I do traditional ghost scares to keep people from buying the house, moving things, making weird sounds, showing up in their room. What they don’t see is me fighting the demon in an endless effort to save them. So the moral of the story is; if you hear creaks in the night it’s probably a protector and you should leave immediately because sometimes they lose.
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SCFrankles's avatar
Ghosts being protectors of the living against the supernatural - what a great idea.