Leave It Closed
A psychological horror story with a heavy, heavy trigger warning for containing themes of suicide.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door.
I wrote it on the best piece of paper I could find with gilded gold edges and everything. Suppose you'll be pissed that I ripped it out of the back of your special edition Tolkien. Ah, well. What's the use worrying now?
I locked it after I scheduled the text. Nifty, huh?
Then I sat in the chair and contemplated why I wanted it to be dark. Wasn't it enough? The nightmares always started in the dark maybe I thought I could end them that way too. The screeching, clawing, terrible thing that flayed my mind open and hammered rusty nails into my soft thoughts only existed in the dark.
There was a monster inside of me.
One I could only kill in the dark.
The beast's blood was hot on my knife. It poured over my throat, down my chest, across the lazy spread of my thighs like a quick cancer. A killer.
I could taste the satisfaction in my mouth, cold and full of iron like an angry blade.
By the time she came home, I was an ethereal thing standing in the middle of the mess silently hoping she would listen and leave the door closed.
She banged and screamed, rattled the doorknob and begged. It was an ugly sound but not half as bad as the carnage in the room. The taste of iron. The slick on the floor. The useless heap of regrets curled and blanched on the floor.
And there was the ding of the text.
Leave it to the cops, darling.
Then the second ding.
Leave the damn door closed.
The rattling stopped. The footsteps carried her away. It was a simple rule, wasn't it? To just leave the door closed.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (8)
Silver Daux, I just read Heather’s interview with you. Got me here… I don’t even know what to say. A freight-train gut punch. I have read SO many submissions; nothing comes close to this. If this doesn’t take first I don’t know what will. Phenomenal writing. Just subscribed.
This was such a heartbreaking read. Incredibly well written, Silver.
you nailed it, filled with talent
Silver, this was vividly wrought. Scarily so.
Oof, this hit me so hard. Loved your story!
A riveting, horrifying tale of the battle with inner demons many do not survive. Nice work!
A haunting quality and psychological turmoil. It’s an outstanding exploration of fear, regret, and the lengths one might go to in order to escape their own darkness. Incredible work! 💌
Help is always available. Call 988 in the United States if you are contemplating suicide or anything like that.