A Hidden Secret

Dooms Day (Warning: Graphic Content)

Kallie could see her mother's house up the walk. The blue house with the dark, wine, colored shutters had always been beautiful to her. She loved the layout of the yard with a few apple trees and even a weeping willow next to the small man made pond on the right side of the lawn. There was a white wrap around porch that housed the white rocking swing and a few wooden stools and chairs for when visitors came over. 

Kallie chuckled to herself remembering her dad, Alec, singing to her when she had fallen in the yard and ripped open her knee. He was an awful singer and he knew it. Alec would sing to make her happy because she knew he would only sing for her. 

Kallie made it to the steps of the porch when she finally realized something was wrong. 

There were no birds singing in the distance. At this time of day there should be birds out feeding at the bird feeders that Kallie’s mother demanded that the family have. Nothing. Not a sparrow in sight. Kallie glanced at the door and saw it was cracked, barely, but it was. 

That's not right, Kallie thought, I closed that door and locked it before I left. 

Scrambling up the steps, Kallie burst into the house, ready to tear apart anyone not welcome. 

The only thing that hit her was the smell. 

Blood, sweat, tears, all burned her throat. 

Tears welled up in her eyes as she slowly climbed the stairs to her mother's room on the second floor. Her mother was dead. She already knew. 

She gained the strength to open the door and was horrified by the sight she saw. Kallie gasped for breath as she fell backwards and almost lost consciousness. Struggling to breathe through the terror, Kallie started counting hoping it would help with the oncoming grief. 

Kallie looked up again and saw the bloody mess and just stared. She stared for what seemed like forever.

Her mother's body was on the floor. At least most of it was. There was a finger stuck under the door to the connecting bathroom and a chunk of hair wedged between the dresser drawers next to her bed. 

Kallie could smell burned flesh and looked to see her mother's tongue sitting directly on the lightbulb next to the bed and it had started to scorch. The smell was sickening and Kallie held back vomit. 

Blood was smeared everywhere. Sprayed all across the walls and doors and decor. Her mother's head was missing and nowhere in the room as far as Kallie could tell. 

Kallie got up and stumbled forward and closed the door to her mother's former room. 

How could all this be happening in the span of less than 12 hours? Kallie's whole world has been turned upside down and gutted. 

She was now dealing with a mysterious stranger that was in possession of a picture of her when she was 15, when she was still human. She had an evil, lone figure that struck absolute fear into her heart and now she had her mother's brutal slaying. 

Kallie was numb as she walked out the front door and to the steps of that beautiful white wrap around porch. 

She continued to hang her head until she tripped on something and hit the ground hard. 

Kallie twisted her torso to look at what she tripped on. Instantly she started screaming. 

Kallie had tripped on her mother's own head with the tongue ripped out. Her mother’s face was frozen with her eyes wide open in sheer terror, her mouth wedged open so far she was sure her jaw was probably broken. 

There was a note inside a plastic baggie that was shoved in the back of the mouth. 

The note read “There’s no running from me… I’m coming for you…”

Kallie got up and ran as fast as she could and as far as she could from her, now, former life.