"A Wonder Child"

"A Wonder Child"

The village of Ravenswood had been enamored with its young prodigy, Tommy Ellison, for as long as anybody could remember. Even though he was only 10, he was smarter than everybody else in the community. But it was not simply his academic prowess; there was something unnerving about him. People claimed that he seemed to be able to see right into your soul when he gazed at you. And for some, that sensation persisted long after he had averted his eyes.

Tommy was hiding something. He kept it a secret from everyone, including his family. He was able to hear. Voices murmured to him from the darkness of his room, strange, disembodied. He initially believed he was dreaming—children did, after all. But the voices became more distinct over time. They also told him some awful things. He learned stuff from them.

Something changed on the day of his eleventh birthday. His mother's aroma filled the air as he sat by himself in his room with the windows closed. The whispers were different this time, but Tommy could hear them again. The voices were urgent and harsh, rather than sweet and enticing.

"He is on his way."

Tommy shuddered under the weight of those words, not the cold. Even though he had kept the sounds to himself, they seemed more genuine tonight. He stared toward the corner of his room while holding his legs to his chest. Unnaturally, the shadows there seemed to reach out for him. He wanted to go away from everything, but the rumors held him in place.

"Avoid running. He has already arrived.

Tommy felt a shiver go down his back. His breathing became rapid. He understood the meaning of the sounds without having to look. Something was moving in the corner, where the shadows appeared to be the thickest. A shadowy figure, its outline just discernible in the shadows. A set of red, hollow, blazing eyes gazed back at him.

The figure vanished as Tommy blinked.

However, the voices persisted. You called him. He is now yours.

Tommy's legs felt heavy as he attempted to stand. A chilly perspiration clung to his skin as panic surged in his chest. When he turned to face the door, it refused to open. The room seemed to have closed in on him. The murmurs became more desperate and louder. "He is awake. He will come get you.

Tommy's mother was standing in the doorway, her face white, when the door suddenly flung open. "What is going on, Tommy? What is causing your tears?

Tommy's eyes widened in fear. Something is in my room, Mom! I heard it! I witnessed it!

His mother gave him a perplexed and worried expression. "Tommy, there is nothing here. You are merely using your imagination.

Tommy, however, was wiser. The frigid presence that had never been in the room before was palpable to him. Although the whispers had ceased, they had not disappeared. They continued to become louder in his mind.

Tommy had trouble sleeping that night. He was wide awake, staring at the shadows moving over his walls. The figure was back in the corner, waiting. Then a voice came again from the shadows.

"Now is the moment."

Tommy's hands gripped the bed linens as though they were his lifeline as his body jolted uncontrollably. The room started to tremble as the murmurs evolved into violent growls. A dark hand reached out from the wall and clutched Tommy's ankle with unnatural vigor as he screamed.

Once more, his mother rushed into the room without saying a word. All she could do was look at him with lifeless, icy eyes. A menacing smirk curved her lips. "It is always been her," said the voice in Tommy's head once more.

The area was filled with swirling shadows that grew darker, thicker, and more obtrusive. Tommy sensed that there was something wicked and ancient hiding around every corner. His mother moved forward, her body strangely rigid, her motions jerky as though they were under the influence of an invisible power. "Tommy, you do not have to be scared," she murmured in a voice that was not her own.

For the first time in his life, Tommy realized the horrifying truth as his heart raced in his chest. He was more than just a miracle child. They had picked him. Selected by something ancient and dark that has always lurked in the shadows. His mother was never truly his mother, even though she was his own mother. She had been waiting to take him, a conduit, a vessel for something much worse.

Tommy gave a final, frantic scream and attempted to escape. But he was already engulfed in the darkness.

Tommy Ellison was never seen in Ravenswood again after that day. He was the miracle boy who had vanished, and they would whisper about him. However, the truth—that the darkness was always with him—was known to those who fully understood. It also would not let him leave.

Not right now. Never.

-I hope the spooky story was enjoyable! If you require any changes or another story, please let me know. Thank You.-