Underneath the bed of roses

It had been three days since I last stepped foot outside of my quite English cottage, you see I live high up in the mountains of Washington state in this little cottage by myself. I moved here after graduation to try and get away from the world for a while, clear my mind of the thoughts of him. It’s hard to think about now, the look in his eyes as he..... No I can’t, I can’t let my mind go there it’s too hard.

Let’s go back a bit further so you can under my whole story. I met him, Marcus my senior year of college we were lab partners in advanced chemistry. He always seemed like such a odd man, he wore the same outfit everyday, never spoke too much other than to say a few words here or there, and he always had this pendant he carried in his pocket. I had asked him about it one day, and he became even more strange as if that wore possible, his eyes got incredibly large, he started sweating, shaking, but said “oh it’s nothing” and continued on with the project we were working on.

Fast forward to our last day of class, graduation, the moving on and out into the world. I saw him standing in the corner of the auditorium it seemed as if he was talking to his pendant, in a deep argument almost. I thought I must be seeing things but then, he turned and looked at me his eyes a bright glowing red, I stumbled back unable to believe what I was seeing with my own eyes. His eyes seemed to narrow in on me, he stated slowly moving towards me, his gate was precise, unwavering, almost robotic. All of the sudden he started shaking as if he was having a siezuire, his arm slowly raised and finger pointed directly at me. I looked around to see if anyone else was seeing what I was seeing and no one appeared to be noticing what was going on at all. Then he looked deeply, directly into my eyes with his piercing red beams while still pointing at me, and this low growling voice came started to pass from his lips and said “yoouuu....you are next”. I screamed in terror at the events that were happening as people stated to turn and look at me, Marcus began seizing even more intensely then fell to ground, unmoving, statuesque. People finally noticed and run to him. He.... he.... he was dead. They called 911 and tried for hours to revive him, but to no avail, he was gone. Everyone seemed to think my scream came from seeing him collapse, unknowing what really had went on.

Thats why I left, came up to my grandmothers old cabin. I needed to be alone, be away from everyone, try and process what I had seen. At first things up here were peaceful, my grandmother had the beautiful rose garden still in bloom, I had been tending to it daily to try and help keep my nerves calm. Drinking tea, reading books, just trying to relax, clear it all form my head. That was up until 3 days ago. I was outside watering the roses and I saw something gold slightly buried underneath the dirt glistening. I maunvered some dirt around trying to dig it up with disturbing the plants. I finally dug and wriggled it free, my heart stopped in terror, my breath froze, I could not accept what was in my hand, it was the pendant... the pendant Marcus had in his hand when he died, the pendant Marcus seemed to be talking to that night before his eyes turned that ghoulish glowing red. When I finally unfroze I threw it, as far as I could possibly throw, ran back into the cottage, locked all the doors and windows. I sat in the kitchen for hours, just sat there, how could this be. It’s impossible that pendant could’ve gotten up here, it’s a secluded cottage only my family knew about, and no one else seemed to even know what went on with Marcus and that pendant to have brought it here to scare me. It just made no sense that it could have been there.

I don’t think I’ve moved from this spot since it happened, I can’t. Ever since that every night I look out the window I see those glowing red eyes behind the rose garden, in the back of the woods, just staring in at me. I’m unable to look away, unable to move, unable to do anything except stare back. It’s been like this for days. I don’t know what to do, I don’t how to get out of this terrifying trance.

BANG! BANG! BANG! I snap out of the insense stare as I hear three loud knocks on the door. I look back and the eyes are gone, BANG! BANG! BANG! Three more knocks ring through the cottage. I’m still froze, my body seems unable to move, but Who could be at the door? And where did the eyes go? What seems like hours pass by, I’m still unable to move and then comes another BANG! BANG! BANG! I somehow finally get the strength to move and slowly walk over to the door, I look out the sliver of window in middle of the door but I don’t see anyone. Reluctantly I open the door, I look left, right, and don’t see anyone. Then something urges me to look down. The pendant, how, it can’t, how. I slam the door, run to the bedroom, bury myself under the covers. Why is this happening this can’t be happening.

After several more hours of me cowering under the covers, a bright red light begins to shine through, I slowly move the covers down from my face.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!