The dark entity - Or how I learned to fear the wheelchair
On a hot summer night with my wife at home - it was already late in the evening so I wasn’t gonna leave the house anymore - when she told me about what I call today „the dark entity“.
Usually she tells me scary stuff earlier in the day to not scare me too much - but this night was different.
It was already time - I was so angry at her that she brought me in such a situation and we had a fight over it until I left the house.
Knowing very well what it meant to leave her alone in the house I wandered into the darkness.
After what seemed like many minutes I arrived at a liquor store that seemed abandoned with no lights nearby.
Overcoming my deepest fear - the fear of the darkness - I turned back from the closed store and walked through a few meter without seeing or hearing anything. Still very angry I threw an empty glass of Vodka that was there into my direction and without a sound of bursting to be heard my inner voices came back:
“How could you leave her alone? You know that the darkness exists and has visited our home many times since we married and moved in!“
Then out of a sudden - right behind me - I heard a silent ghostly voice moaning something like „heeeelp meeeee!…heeeelp!“ from what seemed to have come way to low as to be a person. It was right where my hips were and before I could answer my own question if there are tiny ghosts - it grabbed me with a cold but not too strong way - just like it was using up its last energy to manifest itself.
Before I knew it my reflexes kicked in and fear made me shake wildly and I turned with a sidekick into evil - followed by a frontkick that made a loud haunting noise - it was like exhaling a last evil breath.
Without looking back I ran. I ran in shock - maybe for hours - until a police car came out of a dark parking spot and immediately saw me running. I was so in shock that I first thought they would shoot me for no reason - and the entity would then catch up and kill me. A similar situation happened just a week ago to another black person so I wasn’t gonna take the chances.
I ran and disappeared to only find myself at the window of a house that I didn’t want to enter but had to.
It was very familiar to me, the couch and the TV were covered in a dark myst. But that wasn’t my house - something cold had befallen it. And it was not the fridge that was left open and completely empty - no it was something old, very old and evil at core.
I wished I had taken the warning shots into the back of my head or even jailtime if I were lucky. But now it was too late.
Before I could say anything my wife appeared in front of it crying and in fear. Expecting to lose otherwise I sat besides her, right there and so quietly.
To this day I don’t understand why she told me that story but she explained that the TV reported live about a 78 year old victim that was attacked with a bottle to the head and found 2 miles down the street bloodless and with broken ribs and wheelchair. The police was looking for at least one person - possibly a gang member or satanic hippy - we had those in our neighborhood.
But I liked these hippies. They were hated by most and so they were the reason why my mother in law didn’t like to come to visit us late at night.
But that day was different.
We would never talk about that night or why foot hurt that night and the days after. I never told her about that dark entity but something had touched me that night and it wasn’t a living being - anymore - of that I am sure.