Paranormal After Dark

by Rebecca Hamilton

  I squinted, trying to get a better look at the guy who had called out to me. A skinny, twenty-something guy passed out of the shadows into the light. He didn’t seem all that intimidating. I felt a little silly for letting myself be spooked. He looked like an average college guy: short spiky hair, glasses, and a sarcastic saying t-shirt. For a second, I thought I recognized him from somewhere. Maybe he’d stopped into Copioh before.

  I took my finger off the pepper spray trigger. “Sorry, I’m a little jumpy tonight. It’s no problem. Just go down that way.” I pointed in the direction of the library.

  Something tapped me hard on the shoulder. I turned around, seeing a blur of knuckles just before a fist slammed into my face.

  Pain shot through my jaw. Stunned, my vision blurred out of focus. I dropped my bag and keychain as I fell, landing hard on my back. The impact knocked the wind out of me. A hot throbbing radiated from my cheek to my ear.

  I looked up, trying to focus through the confusion and pain. A hulk of a man stood before me, not the skinny guy I’d been speaking to.

  “Help!” I screamed.

  The large man swung his foot, and hammered hard into my ribs.

  I yelped as burning pain shot though my chest.

  “Keep your mouth shut, slut, if you know what’s good for you,” threatened the heavyset man.

  I was sure he had just broken at least one of my ribs. Bile rose up my throat. I rolled onto my knees, vomiting on the ground. Sharp pains stabbed me from within as I heaved. The contents of my late-night snack spread in a sickening puddle over the concrete.

  I looked up, barely able to make out through my blurry vision the skinny man walking toward me. Fear, panic, and anxiety tore through me all in the same instant. I cowered, afraid of what would happen next.

  Gone was the friendly face he had fooled me with. The skinny man’s lips twisted in a vicious smile, revealing dirty, tobacco-stained teeth. Removing his belt, he used it as a whip and struck me. The leather stung as it tore open my face.

  Again I yelped. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks; stinging the bleeding wound I had just received. I tried to crawl away, but before I could get far, a foot came down hard on my hands. A large, thick-soled boot crushed my knuckles, twisting side to side as if stamping out a cigarette.

  I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping someone would hear me and come to my rescue.

  “Shut up or I'll shut you up,” the skinny man commanded. “Now, we’re going to have a little fun.”

  “Please…no…don’t hurt me.”

  “This one is too easy, Mark,” he said to his large friend.

  “Yeah, not much fight in her,” the heavyset man laughed. “But she’s got a nice tight little body. Mmmm, look at those boobs, Craig. Bit more than a handful there, huh?”

  He reached out, his hand just grazing my chest.

  I balled myself up on the ground.

  “Are you scared, little girl?” taunted the man called Mark.

  The two men hovered over me, laughing.

  I tried to reach out for my keychain, hoping to grab it, but it was too far. My heart pounded, my stomach ached, and my ribs hurt. Pushing aside the pain, I stretched out as far as I could.

  If I could just reach the keychain, I could pepper-spray them, and give myself a chance to run.

  It was my only hope.

  My fingers had just grazed the edge of one of the keys when something sharp pierced my lower back.

  I screamed again. A meaty hand forced itself over my mouth. Thick arms wrapped around me, lifting me up to my knees.

  “See what you made me do?” His hot breath blew against my ear as he spoke. I felt the knife as he slowly pulled it out of my back. I whimpered under his grip over my mouth. He pushed me toward the pavement.

  I had no chance to break the fall. The ground came at me too fast. My head struck hard, with a crack. Throbbing pain radiated through my temples.

  The man called Mark bent down, grabbed my keychain, and threw it. A faint echo sounded as it dropped, telling me I was doomed. I had nothing left, no weapon with which to fight. I was at their mercy and so utterly helpless.

  In that moment, I knew my life was over. Even if they had their way and left me there, I would die.

  I whimpered, trembling as he showed me the knife, freshly coated with my blood. He waved slowly it in front of my face.

  “You won’t be trying a stunt like that again, will you?” he said.

  I turned my head and saw the skinny man out of the corner of my eye. He busied himself rummaging through my bag, tossing aside my book, makeup, and various trinkets. After finding my wallet, he pocketed it and tossed the bag aside, shifting his focus back to me.

  “Please, let me go. Please.” My voice cracked as I pleaded.

  Pain flooded my senses. I couldn’t tell where the sensations were coming from. Tears streamed down my face. Shock set in and my head swam with dizziness. I tried to focus on the stars above, something, anything to ground me in reality, but my vision clouded, as if I were looking through frosted glass.

  Why me? Why is this happening to me?

  I had just lost my job, I had no clue how I would pay my rent, and my best friend had ditched me. Worst. Day. Ever! All I’d wanted to do was get home to my apartment. I’d done nothing to deserve this.

  Why had I stopped to answer that man?

  The world blurred in and out of focus. I fought to stay conscious. I don’t want to die. I don’t want this. Please, someone save me.

  “You hold her down, Mark and I’ll have a go with her first, then you can have your turn,” said the skinny man, smiling, giving me a close-up of his crooked yellow teeth. I rolled sideways, curling into the fetal position.

  “Why do you get to go first? I don’t want her when she’s cold.”

  “If you shut up and let me take my turn, she’ll still be alive when you get her.”

  I hated the way they talked. I hated the fact that the last thing I would hear before I die was their voices. I wasn’t a person to them. Just a conquest. Nothing more than an object for them to use for their sinister pleasure. I was going to die, just another statistic.

  “Fine, but hurry,” Mark grumbled as he tossed the knife to his friend. He took his frustration out on me, kicking me once more before rolling me on to my back to hold me down. I knew what was coming next.

  “Please…don’t,” I moaned weakly.

  With one quick motion, the skinny man sliced my shirt and bra open, grazing my skin with the tip of the blade. I hissed, feeling the sting as a line of blood traced the fresh cut. He straddled me, admiring his work. Blood pooled between my breasts, thick and sticky. A sinister smile crossed his face, telling me he was savoring the fear in my eyes. His lips twisted upwards as he wiped his hand across the new wound, smearing the blood all over my skin.

  The weight of his body pressed against my already broken ribs, sending new shocks of pain into my stomach. I prayed it would be over soon.

  “How long are you going to take?” Mark complained again. “Hurry up. I want my turn.”

  My blood oozed out onto the concrete from the wound on my back. I felt as if I were deflating. Drowsiness pulled me into darkness. My eyelids drooped. I didn’t want to be awake for what they wanted to do anyway. I welcomed the end of this torment.

  A sharp sting hit me like a streak of lightening. My eyes shot open. Through the haze I saw the skinny man’s hand, cocked and ready to deliver another strike. My cheek throbbed with a warm pain.

  “Oh, no, you’re not. You’re staying awake for this,” he sneered.

  Mark laughed and gripped my wrists tighter, above my head. “Do that again, Craig. Give her a last parting memory.”

  “Will you shut up? I can’t concentrate with you talking.”

  Thankfully, I didn’t have to try blur out the image of this man on top of me. I was too weak to fight my coming death. The words of the large man holding my wrists echoed in my mind. I would be cold and dead soon.


  “Is that any way to treat a lady?” a strange, deep, velvety voice asked.

  A sense of hope reawakened in me. My eyes shot open again, and I saw my attackers too had turned their attentions toward the interruption.

  Grateful for any new distraction, I strained to turn my head to look for this new and strange voice. Whoever he was, he might be able to stop these men and take me away.

  “Get lost, bud, this isn’t your concern,” the skinny man, Craig, said.

  “You would dare harm an innocent young girl?” The new voice was oddly calm and arrogant. “Such savagery. You must realize I cannot allow you to continue.”

  “I said, get lost, man.” A slight shudder came from Craig. I felt the vibrations through my body. He jerked his head from side to side frantically, as if scanning the surroundings. A bead of sweat dripped from his head above me, landing right on my cheek.

  A footstep echoed on the darkened path as the stranger approached. I could just make out the faint outline of a man in the shadows.

  My attackers seemed temporarily frozen with fear as they watched the man emerge from the darkness.

  As the light hit the stranger, I saw a pair of eerily pale eyes lock onto me. There was a moment, just a flash of feeling, but I could have sworn I felt him whisper, stay calm, in my ear. Couldn’t have though, he was so far away. He casually walked over, the sounds of his footfalls breaking the sudden silence.

  I wanted desperately to get away before anything else happened to me. Intuition told me something was different about this stranger. My hair seemed to stand on end as he approached. His eyes shone with an unnatural glow. I wanted nothing more than to escape, but fear and the weakness of my beaten body kept me firmly in place. My only hope was that somehow I might survive this night.

  Panic seemed to overtake my attackers; they looked as if they wanted to run, but didn’t. Mark tightened his grip on my wrists, painfully so. I thought he might crush all the bones in my hand.

  The stranger knelt down next to us. He looked at Craig, sitting on my chest and waved his hand, motioning for him to get off of me.

  I felt the vibrations of Mark trembling, still holding my wrists. His arms shook violently, but he didn’t let go.

  Craig ignored the stranger, focusing his attention on me. His eyes locked onto mine. The arrogant expression faded from his face.

  “Please, let me go, please,” I whispered.

  Again, the stranger motioned for Craig to get off me. When the gesture was ignored a second time, the stranger spoke.

  “My patience is wearing thin. Remove your hands from this girl. And do it quickly before my temper gets the better of me.” His voice was more than dangerous this time. Even I was ready to run, if I could.

  Again, Craig ignored the request; he stared stone-faced at me. Beads of sweat dripped from his chin onto my exposed chest. Defiant as he was trying to be, I saw the terror in his wide eyes.

  After a few moments, the stranger made his move. With the ease of a man throwing out a sack of garbage, he grabbed Craig, lifted him off of my chest, and tossed him, sending his body flying into a nearby wall. It landed with a dull thud.

  Mark recoiled, releasing his grip on me; however, he did not run away. He stood still, like a deer caught in the headlights. The stranger turned to look at him, staring intently into his eyes.

  “You will stay there.” Calm as can be, the stranger’s voice demanded obedience. “You’ll have a good view.”

  Mark nodded, his eyes wide with fear. Obediently, he remained in place, just as the stranger had instructed.

  I wondered what would happen next. Even if I had the strength, I dared not move after seeing what this stranger was capable of. I wanted to scream, but my voice no longer had any strength; only soft whimpers escaped from my lips.

  The stranger knelt down, looking at me kindly. His eyes were hypnotic, big and gray with flecks of blue. He smiled and caressed my bruised face. His touch was cool and soothing to my angry wounds. A strange calm took over as I looked into his eyes.

  “What’s your name?” He asked. His eyes narrowed and his eyebrows pulled down in concentration.

  My vision flickered, but I felt his deep, blue-gray eyes probing me, urging me to stay conscious.

  “A-A-Alllyssssa.” It took work just to get the name out. My body wasn’t cooperating. The simple task of moving my lips to speak was almost too much to handle.

  A still, grave expression marked the stranger’s face; he bent down further, whispering in to my ear. “I’m sorry, Alyssa. I know you have suffered much this evening, but I must do this; you are too far gone.”

  I managed a nod. I knew this would be the end. He placed a hand behind my back, lifting me up to him. With his other hand, he wiped the hair from my neck. His touch was so cold and soothing to my aching body.

  Again, he whispered his apology as he leaned in close to me. His cool lips gently opened on my neck, followed by a tiny pinch as his teeth pierced my skin.

  A wave of calm fell over me. What little strength I had left my body, and I gave way to his embrace. The pain of my wounds diminished with each passing second. Gentle numbness consumed me as I felt the life drain from my body. He supported me, holding me close so I would not slump back to the ground.

  I could no longer see or hear. I passed in and out of consciousness. I wasn’t scared. I was at peace: there was no pain, no fear, just peace.

  Chapter 2

  AS I WAITED for the infamous light to follow to the next life, a tingling liquid trickled down my tongue. It pooled in the back of my throat. Instinct made me swallow.

  My throat erupted in flames. Heat spread throughout my body, lighting a path through my insides. My skin felt as if was a shell locking in the flames.

  I was ripped from my peaceful death and back into this painful new consciousness. I wanted to scream out in agony, but couldn’t. Something hard and cold covered my mouth, pressing against my face.

  I tried to struggle against the pressure, but my body would not cooperate. I was motionless as a rag doll and at the mercy of this thing.

  A voice broke the silence of my personal hell and commanded me, “Drink!”

  I obeyed and swallowed, causing more flames to char my insides.

  Slowly, my vision came back. The frightening blackness became a hazy blur of objects. I barely made out the fuzzy shapes and figures around me. I realized it was the stranger commanding me and covering my mouth.

  I tried again to struggle, and this time my body responded. I jerked sharply to the side and turned my head. I tried to scream, but the only audible sound that escaped from my lips was a loud gurgle.

  The stranger too jerked back for a moment. I saw deep, red liquid drizzling down his arm.

  “Ugh,” I gurgled again. What the hell! Was that blood? His blood?

  He quickly recovered, pulling me back to him, and forced his wounded arm back over my mouth. He held me firm, continuing to force me to drink.

  I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. I didn’t want to drink anymore. I didn’t want to burn. Where was my peaceful death? I wanted it all to be over. I wanted the pain to stop. The fire was too intense. I could do nothing to stop it though. My body was motionless and uncooperative.

  After what felt like a small eternity, he released me. I rolled over, curling up into a ball, thankful not to have to swallow any more of the burning liquid—his blood. I lay there trembling, my insides on fire.

  The stranger clutched his wounded arm; a pained expression crossed his face. He took slow, measured breaths and stood up.

  The world began to spin around me. My arms and legs twitched involuntarily. My stomach lurched. I was going to be sick. Instinctively I rolled onto my knees, heaving and convulsing; each movement sending shocks of pain down my spine. My body wanted none of this blood inside of it. But nothing came up. It was trapped inside of me.

  My chest suddenly felt heavy and full. I gasped for air; feeling is if my lungs were filling with fluid. My heart pou
nded hard, threatening to explode from the pressure.

  Just as I thought I could take no more, the burning stopped. My muscles gave in and I collapsed on the ground.

  I stared blankly at the sky above as my body went cold.

  Tiny pin pricks danced across my skin, like the waking of a sleeping limb. Every hair stood on its end and I flushed with goose bumps.

  The ground suddenly felt hot.

  My vision blanked again and darkness surrounded me. I hoped this time it would really be over. I was ready to cross into the next life. I didn’t want to suffer any longer.

  “Relax, Alyssa, this will all be over soon,” the stranger said.

  I prayed for death, but it would not come.

  I learned a new pain as pressure mounted in my head. My jaw tightened, forcing my mouth to open wide. My ears felt like they would burst. I felt my teeth moving, shifting around in my mouth. I let out a hoarse, pain-filled moan as I struggled to pop my jaw and close my mouth. My head throbbed, aching from the pressure.

  Suddenly, my vision returned, clear and sharp. I was able to focus on the stranger. He’d turned his attention to my attacker.

  I tried to scream for help, but no sound escaped.

  “Have you seen enough?” the stranger snickered, his voice full of mocking arrogance.

  Mark remained frozen in his spot, just as the stranger commanded. Fear marked his puffy face and his eyes were still wide with fright.

  “You will now pay for what you made me do here tonight.”

  A wicked smile crossed the stranger’s face as he grabbed Mark by the neck, then bit down, hard.

  Mark let out a faint moan as the stranger drained him. Color faded from his bloated face. His arms flailed wildly in a futile attempt to fight.

  I felt no sorrow for this man as I watched his struggle. The pain of my wounds was a result of the torment he had inflicted on me. He deserved this. He deserved to die.

  Mark’s eyes darkened and his arms fell limp.

  The stranger unceremoniously dropped the lifeless body in a heap on the ground and turned back to me. I caught the intensity of his eyes. He was a frightening sight at that moment. I trembled, watching a small line of fresh blood drip down his chin. He exhaled a long, pleasurable sigh before wiping the blood from his face. He had saved me from those men, but I wasn’t convinced yet that he was no danger to me.