‘The Chapel’ by Emily S
19/10/18
My name is Jane Grey, and on that evening every ounce of my soul longed to be with my deceased grandfather, a tragedy at most but a loss at heart. The funeral was nothing short of pathetic, grandad deserved more; I deserved more. The lights were dimmed just so, allowing me to sight the reactions of those around me. The priest himself looked like my grandad, it brought immense devastation and deep grief to my mind. No one respected him the way I did, right in that moment. They should have given more to him. To me. I have no meaningful words left but empty phrases. I am furious and yet … nothing.
But there he was locked away in his impenetrable prison, forever resting away from me. Without him, I am hollow and in need of my own time but am already accepted into the shadows.
As the night was young, a shower of comets had erupted in the sky. Immediately, there was pushing and shoving that had commenced out of the abyss of tranquillity. Wanting a glance of the cheap show in the sky. And yet there I was alone, whilst my relatives foolishly squirmed to get away and my ancestors looking down at me with satisfaction. I was brought up to be elegant and polite, and even at the age of ten years old, I came across as a mature adult. The fact that they are not here with me, for him, grips tight at my heart.
Though… disgracefully my thoughts were rejected by a horrid screech that rang my ears from sense. I calmly inspected my surroundings to discover a floating mirror in the corner. I stepped back to make my escape, but of course my relatives had locked the Chapel’s door on their way out. As I turned, I tripped clumsily and smashed my head against a pew. I was out cold for who knows how long.
Wait, I, I had a dream or was it real I don’t know, I was really out of it, I don’t know? I had woken up and as soon as I looked up, a floating mirror had appeared and there was a monster glancing back at me with dark green fumes, seeping from shattered pieces in the mirror. I closed my eyes and opened them sharply but as soon as I did a dull, emerald rock shot from the ceiling and hit the mirror. And me. I thought l was about to die. But I am alive.
I scraped at my flesh covered in blisters and yanked the threads of hair that hung loosely in front of my face. I shrieked but could hear nothing until I stopped and listened. My voice was gone and replaced with a petrifying bellow; the sound of a beast. I desperately grasped at a nearby drawer, rewarded with some scrap pieces of parchment and a tired, quill pen. Ready for me to write my outpour of pleads. For those to come.
20/10/18
I don’t have much time. Please to anyone that enters this chapel now on, heed my warning.
It is not safe, something has immense dangers waiting deep within and will soon be too late. If you come across something not human, something monstrous… run and never look back for once it sees your face. You are no longer.
I have no time, it it’s-
Police Report
30/10/18-Percy averal
A lot has happened since the disappearance of Jane Grey and the unveiling of the unknown.
For days, this unknown has graced the Chapel with its presence for over a week now and will be the last thing I see before I die.
On that night.
It was 24/10/18, I was on patrol that night, in the very same Chapel with a few other police officers and some of the community paying respects to the previous departed. The town had been going mad rumouring they saw a young girl transforming into a beast. I patrolled outside with my partner Kat.
The sky was an unforgettable shamrock field that gradually darkened with the night forecasting the representation of spirits at play. I didn’t know what to believe, but one thing that I did know was that I would prove the rumour to its worth.
It was coming up to eleven pm and everyone had started to depart, including my partner Kat. I watched her, stealthily making sure she was truly gone. before I could get to the bottom of this.
I had gone to my car, to fetch the camera I stored away hopeful to catch anything suspicious and planted it just below the chapel door. To be my second pair of eyes. Then waited in my car, for the worst to come. I may have dozed off, for I couldn’t remember the least important details but I did remember waking up to an awful bellowing noise that nearly burst my ear drums.
I had to see what was going on for the camera was glitching somewhat, I didn’t believe it at first for I thought that it could have been some reception lost or maybe the wind had blown it over. As I trekked up the hill, the same shamrock green had started to take form in a thick mist making my journey harder for my destination in view.
I was out of breath and when I checked the camera footage it was fine and the coast was clear. I just knew I was wasting my time, so I made my exit. But the Chapel doors were locked. It would not open. I welled up with panic until a bit of shredded paper drifted from the ceiling to my feet, perfectly placed in front of my vision. It had something about a warning, at the time I thought that it must have been some prank played by some children from the Sunday mass.
Though, this next part made me freakishly horrified.
The grand pews that were once on the ground started coming towards me, but were not floating but being sent into my direction by pulsing vines that released an odorous toxin. It began to increase in speed; my eyes stung with a well of tears and I could not say anything. I was speechless. Then I started clenching at the door and pleading on my knees for help gasping and grasping for the door just to open a smidge. It didn’t. I tried. I tried. I tried. I was going insane and I had lost control and helplessly used my teeth to try to break the lock. Only ending with my jaw nearly cracking under the pressure of the metal and wooden surface.
My eyes glimpsed to the other side of life and then the pews …waited. in front of me…grinning deviously. The same bellow from earlier knocked me to my feet.as I was in shear pain of the noise, I wished for it to stop. For my ears bled from the immense power of a savage voice that killed my very soul. I couldn’t do anything but was there dying from unimaginable pain.
I continued to try to block the noise, without any luck, whilst a mirror appeared from a deep dark green mist and was shoved into my face, causing shards to pierce the fragile flesh on my face. Devastating my senses. In the Reflection there was a monster, that made my face go a bright scarlet that made the blood vessels on my hand burst with a pure ominous nature.
There behind came the unknown.
This thing overlooked me like I was a luxury case of prey. Its body was dressed in swelling slashes and blisters that wept furiously with unnatural sticky substances and killing the very thing itself. Oh, Oh I could see its organs pumping and rotting covered by an oily force shield making me want to gag. Its arms were the vines of death that wanted to strangle me and end my existence.
Its face made me become full of fright. Looking at me with blind eyes but knew what I was feeling. It felt my presence and smiled at me. Wiping every inch of happiness from me and enjoying my demise. My memories were filled with the monsters dying gaze, it stunning my emotions from view.
It pointed to its arm and tore off its flesh viciously, grabbing me by my arm, curling me in its own piece of flesh. I wanted to die, straight away and not let the thing have me. I was cocooned and was poisoned by its toxin. I screeched trying to remove it but, couldn’t. My core and inner essence froze I just could not move.
my head was bawling out hoarsely, watching my torture unfold by this martyr. I looked into its eyes and saw a little girl staring back at me mouthing “sorry”.
That’s when I fainted. Now I am marked for death by the little girl Jane Earl consumed by a mutant monstrosity.