Sho Ma

Sho Ma novel pt 3

she truly was sweet but only mean to me, and if that was the case, that wouldn't be chill at all. But the horror of just the thought that my mother was actually against me was beyond horrible, it was a catastrophe. A true horror story...

            After my mother deceitfully speaks to the server, she gets googly eyed and starts staring at my dad. My dad turns to her and gets astounded. He wonders what my mother is going to say next but he doesn’t address her confidently.

            “What’s gotten into you Kianna?” my dad asks my mother. Yes my mother’s name is Kianna. I know I know what you’re thinking…

            “Dustin, I have been wanting something very special from you” My mom says in the most sweetest voice I ever heard her speak in. Yes, my dad’s name is Dustin. These are my parents.

            When my mother was being nice, or trying to be nice, it seemed like nothing good would come out of it because of her negative thinking. So I knew that this wasn’t going to end well.

            “See, I knew where that look was going! I knew you were going to want something! How much money am I losing this time?” my dad says loudly having everyone in the restaurant turn and look at us.

            “Well I am not sure, it depends on you. What I want is not money.” My mother said confidently and trying to sound captivating.

            “Not money, so what do you want? Spill it!”

            “What I want more than anything Dustin is for you to marry me!” My mother says with such conviction and delight in her mannerism and voice.

            After my mother finished her sentence, everyone in the restaurant makes a long awe gesture. Then my dad does one of the worse, barbaric, inhumane, embarrassing, heartbreaking, stomach churning, possible things a person could do to someone. He started bursting out laughing loudly at my mother. As soon as he started laughing, my mother gets really embarrassed and then gets really sad. Her whole changes. After my dad finishes laughing, he finally addresses my mother.

            “Marriage!? With you!? I’d never marry you! You are not marriage material! You barely even have my respect. I know what you do when I am not around…”

            Everyone in the entire restaurant gasps and just remains silent, gawking at me and my family. I get so embarrassed for my mother that I get nervous feeling like I am sitting on pins and needles. So my mom rebuttals, playing it off.

            “What are you talking about? I don’t know what you mean…”

            “Oh you know exactly what I mean!” my dad screams.

            “Okay, I am not going to argue with you in public!” My mother says almost in tears.

            “Well then shut the….” My dad says as he is interrupted by the server.

            “Ahem…” the server says.

            I was so relieved the server came and interrupted everything by bringing us our food. The server said nothing else but placed all of our meals before us and walks off hastily. Then all of sudden the entire restaurant gets filled with whispers and random looks of disgust.

            After the food is placed, my mother tells us all to close our eyes and say grace. We all close our eyes but I open mines as soon as I close them to look at my mother. When I look at her, I see her eyes ready to leak fluid, but she says grace is a full tone confident voice. After she finishes saying grace, we all eat our food in silence. My mother grabs my little brother Timothy, and feeds him his food babying him as usual. My dad eats his food with a huge smirk on his face but says nothing. I just dreaded the fact that I actually had to leave the restaurant and go home with the three on this day. Because I knew once we got in the car, and especially back to the house, my parents were going to be at each other’s throats like cats and dogs, or snakes and mice.

            We finish our dinner, my dad pays for the meal, leaves a tip, then we all walk to my dad’s car. We get in the car and my dad gets on the road. We head back home getting halfway there in silence. It was so trippy that even Timothy wasn’t acting up and pestering me like he normally does. After we hit the halfway mark, all of a sudden, my mother burst into tears. She starts to cry really hard and really loudly. My dad then says something to her.

            “What’s wrong hunny?”

            At first my mom just keeps crying, then she starts yelling at my dad trying to plead with him. My dad just yells at her and tells her to shut and stop crying those crocodile tears. My mother stops crying almost instantly, then she remains silent until we make it home.

            My dad pulls in the driveway, leaves the car on, and then tells me and the family.

            “Okay y’all are home now.”

            “You are not spending the night with me tonight?” My mom asks my dad.

            “No honey, not tonight.”

            “But I wanted you to stay with me…”

            “Naw, not tonight. I have something that I want to do tonight. I will see you all later.”

            My dad finishes his last sentence and then drives away leaving us all standing outside. I take my mother and my little brother in the house. As soon as I get into the house I see my big brother, not my oldest brother. My oldest brother is away on vacation for a few months. My mom immediately goes into her room with my little brother and slams the door, saying nothing to me or my big bro. So my big brother starts interrogating me.

            “Hey bro, wassup!? What is wrong with mom!? What did you do to her!?”

            “It wasn’t me, it was our dad!” I reply.

            “Dad? So what did dad do to her?”

            As soon as I start telling my big brother what our dad did to our mom, our mother bangs open the door and comes in the living room leaving Timothy in her room. My mother comes in front of me and my big brother and gets on her knees and starts crying holding us by our legs. My big brother keeps asking her what’s wrong but our mom just keeps holding us. After about fifteen or twenty questions from big brother, I guess he finally gets to her, and then my mother gains the confidence to speak.

            “I have been praying and begging, asking God for Dustin to marry me! And God has not answered! I can’t do it no more! Dustin is going to marry me! I’m going to get what I want… Even if I have to sell my soul to the Devil!” My mother shouts at the top of her lungs.

            My other’s words echo throughout the entire house! Me and my big brother both shout at the same time.

            “Mom!”

            “Don’t say things like that mom!” I say to my mother.

            “Yea, that stuff will really happen!” My big brother says to our mother.

            “I don’t care! I will say what I want! God is not giving me what I want so I’ll go to the Devil! I’ve been asking God for this for far too long.”

My mother gets up off of her knees and runs into her bedroom and slams the door and locks it. Me and my big brother looks at her feeling the worse kind of fear inside we had ever experienced. After an awkward moment of silence, I finally speak to my big brother. Telling him everything that happened at the restaurant. My brother shakes his head horizontally in disbelief and then starts talking to me.

“Little bro I can’t believe this just happened!”

“Me either.” I tell him.

“I hope she will be alright but I am scared…”

“Me too…” I agree.

“Man this has me not wanting to go to sleep tonight.” my brother says with fear in his voice.

My brother is a really great fighter, actually both of my big brothers are. Nothing hardly ever scared this big brother of mine and even if something did, he would never openly admit it. But at this moment my brother and I were shook! We were at a loss of what to do. So me and my big brother just talked trying to get our minds out of evil and negative places, but no matter how hard we tried, we couldn’t get those f*******n words out of our minds. We stayed up until Midnight talking, then we parted ways. He went into his room to sleep alone, and I went into me and Timothy’s room to sleep alone. Timothy would sleep in my mom’s room sometimes, or sometimes he would sleep in his supposed scary bed. I really wished he would have slept in the room with me tonight but my mother had him captive in her room. I get into my bedroom and fall asleep immediately.

Chapter 3: The f*******n Words

            I am woken up violently at 3:33am by large fists pummeling me and feeling scratches across my face! I open my eyes to see no one or nothing there! I feel a few more fists hit my face but don’t see where they are coming from. So I throw my covers back and jump out of bed. I stand to full height and look around my entire room. My room is usually darker than it normally is, like a type of pitch black darkness. I hear footsteps walking out of my room with loud laughing echoing throughout my room. I turn and do a 360 turn looking around my room again, and still don’t see anything out of the ordinary. For some reason I have to urinate really really bad. I was fearful to leave my room because I already knew that all this freaky stuff had something to do with what my mother said the night before. After what I just experienced, I knew deep down in the pit of my stomach, that something horrible was going to happen to me if I decided to go to the bathroom and use it. But because I had the courage of ten thousand men, and because I wasn’t going to just urinate on myself, I was going to face my fears and go use the bathroom. Although I had it made up in my mind that I was going to go to the restroom instead of going back to sleep, fear crept over me keeping my body hesitant from moving an inch from where I stood. I usually felt a sense of safety in my bedroom, but on this night I didn’t feel safe at all. Even though I did not feel safe I felt that the rest of the house was way more dangerous than my bedroom.

I hesitated so long that I all of a sudden, my deodorant falls off of my dresser that is placed off in a corner of my room. The deodorant looked as if somebody had smacked it off of the dresser. I shake my head horizontally in disbelief trying to make sure I wasn’t delusional or still have asleep. Then I survey the area my dresser is in and sure enough I see my deodorant on the floor. I walk over to my deodorant, pick it up, and place it back on my dresser. At that moment, I knew I was not no more safer in my room than I was in the rest of the house. So I feel that it is time to go use the bathroom because my bladder felt like it was about to explode!

I walk over to the light switch by my bedroom door. I click up the light switch and try to turn the lights on in my bedroom. The switch clicks up but no lights come on. I look up at the light on the ceiling but it just remained dark and still. I flick the light down turning it off and flick it up again trying to turn the light on, but the lights would not turn on. I knew this was beyond bad when the lights would not come on! I couldn’t believe what I was experiences! I’ve heard of special effects but this was no chill. So I start frantically switching on and off the light switch trying to force the light to come on, but as soon as I do, I see my deodorant fall off the dresser again along with some loud demonic laughing. So I hurry to my door and open it fast, and dart out my room closing the door behind me.

I get in the first hallway and look across from my door to see my mother’s bedroom door. When I look at her door, I see a red out line around her door! It looked like it was red aura. I didn’t know where the red aura was coming from but I knew it had something to do with Hell. And now that I mention it, the whole entire house had a red aura in the cracks and crevices. And the temperature in the house was a lot hotter than usual. I turn and look down the hallway to see that everywhere I still pitch black, but protruding a red aura. This was far beyond freaky even for me! I’m panicking inside but I maintain my composer.

My mind begins to race as the f*******n words roar and drums throughout my head. I get really sad and emotional for my mom. Feeling empathetic for her, wishing that she could’ve just gotten what she prayed for and none of this had to happen. I almost want to cry for her, but I was not a crier. I felt that crying was pointless. But I knew one thing in my heart, and that I would fight for my family at all cost! That I would fight the Devil himself for my mother and my family. And right here at this moment, I had to do just that! I was not going to let the Devil take my mother away from me. So I grab the doorknob to my mother’s bedroom and twist the knob burning my hand in the process.

“Ouch!” I yell out quietly making sure not to make too much noise.

When I touched the door, it felt like I touched a metal handle of a boiling pot! My mother’s bedroom door was locked of course. But I just couldn’t believe what I was experiencing! Was I in hell!? No I couldn’t be because everything around me looked just like my house. But so many things were different about my house that I was confused beyond measure! With so much disbelief, I had to touch the door again to see if it really was hot. So this time I touch the body of the door instead, and sure enough I get burned again! I snatch my hand away from the door and take a step back. I get infuriated and punch the door twice but the door budge, and the sound of my hits fade as a low drum almost as if there was not a sound made from me punching the door. The door felt heavy, and I felt hopeless knowing that I wasn’t going to get into my mother’s room on this eerie night. With feeling so helpless, the only thing I could do for my mom is hope and pray that she would not sell her soul. But at this moment, I realize that she is on her own to defend herself because there is nothing I was capable of doing.

I start to beat myself up in my head. Why am I so weak!? I tell myself. Why am I so helpless and useless in some of these dire times…?! I need power…! I NEED POWER!!! As these words bellow through my head, I hear loud laughing again followed by a deep scary voice.

“Haaaahahahahaha…. You are too weak. You are not strong enough to fight demons. We are legion, and we have your house for the night to do as we please! And there is nothing you can do about it pathetic human!”

After I hear the looming voice I panic and start running up the first hallway towards the second hallway. While I run up the hallway, the laughter continues, so I dash hastily and make a sharp left turn to the second hallway. When I cut the corner I feel something kick my leg and trip me to the floor, then the laughing gets even louder, scarier, and sinister. I fall to the floor on my hands face first, then I feel someone or something jump on my back weighing me down. On my first try of trying to get up, I push off the floor and try to move but I don’t budge an inch! Suddenly, I start feeling something clawing and scratching at me. I feel every scratch and blow to my back, side, and even on my torso.

So I immediately start to figure out what is going on. When my mother said the f*******n words, somehow spiritual realm got closer to the physical realm in my home. Which somehow in turn brought Hell’s reaches really close to my home, or in my home, or whatever. I could not explain it fully, but one thing I knew for sure, was my home was currently being invaded by Hell and the creatures that dwell within it! So I retreat in my mind telling myself, that if that was the case, then I could grasp on to some sort of power myself. I then started thing about all of my favorite anime cartoons, and all of my favorite videogames I used to play. C’mon, I am 17 in High School, and I’m pretty chill by the way…

After I think about all of the powers I have seen in other sources. I feel myself gain a little strength so I lift my back up barely moving inches, and slowly start lifting up the invisible force on my back. Then I get a sudden burst of energy shoot throughout my entire body. I push hard against the ground and lift myself up and stand full height throwing whatever it was off my back and instantly take off down the second hallway towards the restroom. The hallways in my home were not that long, but on this eerie night, these hallways seemed a lot longer than usual. I shrug off the pain from the scratches I felt on my body, run past my big brother’s room that is right next to the bathroom and retreat inside it. I run into the bathroom slamming the door behind me and out anything that was behind me. As I get in the bathroom, I feel a sense of relief and lay my back against the door. Just when I do, I feel and hear a loud bang on he door. I push hard against the door with my back, turn around hastily, and lock the door to the bathroom locking myself inside. I rub my hand over my entire face and finally use the bathroom. I was surprised that I had not urinated on myself from all of the suspense.

I look all around the bathroom but don’t see anything out of the ordinary. In fact, when I look at the edges of the bathroom, I did not see a red aura like the rest of the house had. I felt that was strange, so I walk over to the light switch and flick it up. Then suddenly the light comes on! I look with amazement but also in confusion. I did not know what to do, but I knew I had to make it back to my bedroom. I felt so safe in the bathroom that I didn’t want to leave it, but I had no choice. I had to get back to my bedroom.My moment of peace is interrupted by the sound of banging on the door again. Since the light was on, I decided that I was going to open the door to see what would be revealed to me. I take a deep breath, unlock the door, and yank it open.

I open the door to see nothing but a pitch black hallway. I could see nothing but darkness. Then the loud booming demonic laughter comes back, followed by a voice.

“You have to come out sometime… And the light won’t save you…!” The menacing voice says.

I felt the light could save me, but I wasn’t staying in the bathroom and I had to turn the light off in a room I wasn’t in, naturally... So I gain some inner courage, smack the light switch off, and run straight into the darkness along with the bellows evil laughter. I run through the first hallway unaffected. Just when I turn to run through the second hallway to head towards my bedroom, some invisible force pushes me back and sends me flying into the living room. I fly in the air backwardsand land hard on my back, hitting the floor and slide backwards a few feet from my couch. I lift myself up and shake my head violently, coming back into full consciousness. I stand up and see black distorted darkness residing in front of me in the hallway blocking the path to get to my bedroom. Fear creeps over me as I stare at the distorted dark circle blocking my path, so I retreat evasively into the kitchen.

When I get into the kitchen, two small crescent lines form on the floor parallel to each other and start forming a circle. As soon as the crescent lines expand and touch, completing a perfect circle, the inside of the circle turns black, and out rises a demon in the shape of a humanoid man with a square metal box for a head with red half circle eyes in the center of the box, nasty, grey, dead looking skin, wearing a shabby looking shirt and pants. On the pants had V’s on them, looking like arrows pointing down.

The demon rose out of the dark circle laid on the kitchen floor holding a weird looking shovel in his hands. The shovel was huge with sharp spikes coming out of the end, and the handle had this type of ectoplasm muck on it with some type of rope… I can’t fully explain what this shovel looks like but it was gross and beyond anything any man’s wildest imagination could come up with or create. This shovel was definitely a shovel of the underworld… As soon as the figure finishes rising out of the circle of my kitchen floor. It cuts a smile at me showing me it’s sharp teeth. My heart drops to floor, metaphorically speaking of course, then I stand there looking at him with fear, unable to believe what I am seeing. Just when I get ready to move, the demon spoke in a voice I never heard before.

“Ah, finally the time has come… Now that this has happened, I am free fully appear in this realm as I please. I have been wondering what would set me free, but I guess I have your mother to thank for that!”

The entity starts laughing but I interrupt it.

“Finally come…? So you are that figure I have been seeing everywhere in and out of my dreams?!” I say frantically trying to sound tough and cool but failing miserably.

“Oh yes, I have been watching, waiting, lurking, disturbing… for the time of out meeting… and now it is finally here Novell.”

Hearing this thing say my name was disturbing to say the least. But what made it ten times worse with no chill, was the fact that he said my name properly and I didn’t even tell him! After this thing says my name, I look side to side, and then to my front door. I thought to run away as fast and as far as I could from this godforsaken house, but then I thought about my family, and how I told myself I would always fight for them. So I just stood my ground for the moment.

            “But why? Why were you waiting for me? I asked.

            “Doesn’t matter, c’uz now you die! I am known as Sho Ma in the Underworld. And the Underworld has an eye out for you, or should I say many of eyes….”

            After Sho Ma finish speaking, many of eyes start to appear in his box head. I whimper, then take one step back to turn around. But before I could, Sho Ma was already upon me. Sho Ma grabs me by my shirt then strikes me in the gut with the back of his shovel. I fall to one knee trying to look cool and chill, but Sho Ma doesn’t let up. Sho ma spins his shovel, lifts it over his head and bashes me on the back with the back of it. My stomach hits the floor knocking the breath out of me. As I lay struggling to breath, Sho Man just laughs a lays his shovel my back. I start to feel tingling as my consciousness starts to fade, so I turn and knock the shovel away from me. Sho Ma gets angered, and tries to whack me again with his shovel but this time I catch it by the handle. As I hold on to his shovel, the tingling feeling overwhelms me and I start losing consciousness again. I feel myself feel as if I am falling into a dark void of a volcanic magma. I feel hot burning sensations all over my body.

Then suddenly, I realize what is happening, I am getting possessed! My body starts jerking, fluttering, kicking, screaming, and acting violently. I fight to hold onto who and what I am. I push back my conscious and throw it outwards. I fight and fight until, let out a huge breath along with all of the strength I can muster. I push the shovel away from me with full force! Sho Ma is taken aback and pushed slightly away from me. I roll over and cough up some ectoplasm. The taste was horrid in my mouth, the taste reminded me of alien poop, even though I have never tasted alien poop. This was the only thing I could compare it too, because I was certain that alien poop would not taste good.

After I finish coughing, I stand to full height and strike a fighting pose. My fighting pose… I prepare myself for Sho Ma’s next attack. Sho Ma looks at me, smiles again, and charges directly at me. This time I am ready for his attack and I dash right back at him. As soon as Sho Ma gets within arm reach, I punch him two times in the stomach, kick him once in his shin, and sock the side of his metal box head. None of my hits affect him and I hurt my hands in the process. Sho Ma gets ready to attack back but I jump back hastily and evade his oncoming attack. I run out of the kitchen, pass the living room, turn back to the hallway that leadsto the bathroom but this time stop in front of my brother’s bedroom. I try to open my big brother’s bedroom by turning the doorknob, but it doesn’t budge.I yell my big brother’s name but the sound of my voice just fades away. For some reason I just knew my voice wasn’t being heard on the other side of the door within my big brother’s room.

            Out of the corner of my eye I see Sho Ma trot to the end of the hallway where both hallways meet. He stomps there, turns to me and just glares at me with the look of fire and hell in his red eyes. I was backed in a corner and didn’t know what to do. From the time I was born until about the time five years old, my mother raised me in the church. I was so overwhelmed that the only thing I could do was