Finished Dramatic Prose

Yayyy! I finally finished my paper.

TW: Fear, implications of SA, supernatural dread. 

The man sits there.

Sitting.

Waiting.

Three thuds bleed into the corridor.  She freezes, her breathing sharp against the silence. Her stomach churns, sweat beading across her brow. The floor creaks. She hears the leaking of fluid down the stairs and a large thud.

Eat. Sleep. Party. Repeat. For the past three weeks, the rhythm of her routine pulsed with the wall, the party scene calling her name. Each night leads to a hungover morning, and hours of motion sickness, leaving her feeling miserable and worn down. But when she goes to the club and feels the booming of the bass that rattles the floor and the sweat that beads across her brow and dripped down her back in her mini bandage dress, she can't help but feel so alive. She eats, sleeps, parties, then prays. In that order.

But one day, one moment, everything changed.

The rhythm of her habits falls a beat behind. Her life turns into disarray, each trip upstairs feeling heavy, worry weighing down each step she takes. Each time she puts on that mini dress, she feels the strong awakening of something evil in her gut.  The slow, steady chime of church bells linger in the distance. A slow, quiet chime that resembles tinnitus.

Footsteps. They wander from room to room, but only when she’s standing still.

The bells. They pierce her brain, silencing the shrieking hisses of Lucifer's demons. Each chime strikes her mind, body, and soul. 

Thud.

A cross that once hung on the wall falls, situated upside down with a burnt ring of fire around it. 

Her heartbeat stutters. The shadow creeps towards her, curling around the walls like a thick, black vapor that takes away her breath. She wants to move. She wants to run. She tries to run. But she can’t. Her feet were cemented to the floor. A whisper brushed past her, towards the mirror hung on the wall.

You see me now.
The reflection in the cracked mirror smiled, but it wasn’t her. It was him.

Her lungs scream for air. Her chest heaves. Her pulse hums louder than any bass she had ever heard, louder than the bells, louder than life itself.

Thud.

The fall of objects hit closer, surrounding her. 

The bells chime, getting louder with each strike. The deafening, resounding ring of the church bells strike once more and shut off all ability to comprehend anything.

She shivers, now swallowed by the silence that follows her knowing that she is no longer alone.