The world was different. The head was remaining blurry. He saw demons everywhere. In the corner, under the bed, beside the dinner table.
Carrie was standing behind the half opened door and peeked in.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Where are my glasses?"
Nels looked confused.
"You have never had any glasses, brother"
"Carrie, give me my glasses. I can only concentrate on the demons if I not have my glasses!" he was almost screaming.
Carrie looked around in the room.
"But mom took you to the doctor. He didn't found anything wrong with your eyes and..."
"Give me my damn glasses!"
Nels was furious and was ready to throw Carrie out of his room, which now looked more like a cell. He looked like an angry, wild, untamed animal.
"Carrie, do it!"
She knew what he meant. She knew what he wanted from her when he said that. She couldn't refuse him, but she walked out from the room and closed the door behind her. Nels was screaming behind.
"Carrie, do it, do it, do it!"
Part from my ongoing story "No power of healing". Read more on Inkitt: www.inkitt.com/triciajohansson
Writer, artist & scribbler
Tricia Johansson, 26 years old. Sweden. Welcome to my writing and art blog. I like horror/mystery poetry, short tales about mysterious matters, philosophical thoughts and fantasy artworks.
No power of healing
Mina sinnen ljuger inte
Captured the silence
Follow my stories on Inkitt
Newest book release
Got questions, or want to leave a message?