I have been working on refining this particular creepypasta. For those of you not in the know, it started out as a snippet, continued as a half-baked story, and now, I am starting this as an official serial story.
The Blanket is a story of intrigue, suspense, and horror. How far would go to protect your village and family? An ancient evil summoned to save a village is now hungering again and the only one who can stop it is a father who alienated his mother long ago. Can they repair their bond long enough to save his daughter? Will the evil take her?
Bonny couldn’t help but look at the access to the attic as she dusted the furniture. Robert was adamant about her not going up there for any reason but never told her why. She moved from the coffee table to the end tables when there was a sound from the attic. She looked above her head when the second sound rang through the house. She shook her head and finished the second end table.
She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing out when she heard the scraping. She followed the sound of the scraping to the other end of the house. It was the loudest above Casey’s room. She stared at the ceiling waiting for another sound. She froze as felt tendrils entered her mind.
“You will do. I have been hungry for so long.” The voice was cold
Bonny had the urge to clear her throat, “Who said that?” Her head whipped around the room looking for anyone who found their way into the house.
“I am not behind you. I am above you.”
Her eyes widened as she looked up toward the ceiling again, “W-Who are you, and how did you get into my house? I have a gun.”
The chuckle in her mind sent a shiver down her spine, “That won’t work on me.”
“What are you?”
“Older than you can imagine. Now, come up here and feed me.”
Bonny dug in her heels, but it did no good. Her body had a mind of its own.
“She’s gonna flip that I got off work early. We still have four hours before we have to pick up Casey from school,” Robert’s smile stretched from ear to ear as he pulled into the driveway and slid out of the car. He turned the key to the door, walked in, and every fiber of his body went rigid when he noticed the attic stairs had been opened. Not wanting to accept what had happened, Robert ran through the house calling for Bonny.
After checking every nook and cranny of the home including the backyard, Robert found himself at the pull-down stairs with an increasing sense of dread. Every step up the stairs became heavier than the last. His heart sank when his head crested the opening to the attic.
“No, no, no, no,” Robert shook his head every time he uttered the word. He stopped dead when he stepped into the attic. There was blood dripping from the chest against the far wall.
“What did you do?”
There was no answer from the chest.
“How did you get out of the chest?”
There was a satisfied groan but no response.
Robert walked toward the chest and found the tennis bracelet he’d given Bonny for her birthday. He followed the trail to the chest and looked at the latch on the front. It was undone and the lock had been cut open.
He glared at the chest, “You lured her, didn’t you, you bastard?”
“Yes, I hungered, and now I am satiated until your child’s 16th birthday. Guard Casey well. Her blood will be sweet.” The voice was deep and rumbled.
“I will find a way to defeat you.”
“I am timeless. You can try.” It sounded smug, “You have ten years.”
Robert descended the stairs to retrieve cleaning supplies for the attic. He spent the next few hours scrubbing and sanitizing the attic to erase all traces of Bonny’s blood while wiping tears. The next step was trying to cover up what happened.
I have to call the police. I will report her as missing. That should do it. The only problem would be the neighbors. Wait, they are all at work. What am I thinking? This could work. I just have to keep it together because they will look at me first. After all, all the true crime we’ve been watching can’t all be lies, can it?
He paced the floor while keeping an eye on the time. Taking a deep breath, he walked to the phone, dialed the police station, and was told he would have to wait for forty-eight hours. He left to get Casey.
Casey was just getting to where the teacher stood next to the curb when Robert pulled up.
The teacher smiled, “How are we-” Her smile fell, “What’s wrong, Robert?”
Robert got out of the car and opened the passenger door.
After hugging Casey and buckling her into the seat, he closed the door and turned to the teacher, “Bonny hasn’t come home. It was her day off, and she said she was going to catch the bus to do a small grocery run.”
The teacher smiled, “She might have gotten side-tracked. You know she can window shop forever before remembering what she was out to buy.”
“I hope that’s it, but I haven’t heard from her either.”
The teacher frowned, “That is the worrisome part. You and she are never out of touch. Have you called the police?”
“They said to wait forty-eight hours.”
“They still have that rule? It’s ludicrous.”
“I agree. I have to find a way to tell Casey.”
“Good luck, hun. I’ll pray for your family.”
Forty-eight hours was enough time for Robert to scour the attic, and think of a plausible story for the police. He remembered what time he got off work and the approximate time he got to the house to surprise Bonny. He drove himself to utter madness trying to imagine every possible question they could ask him.
Our marriage was solid, but we did argue from time to time. We both work about forty hours a week and had different days off. I got off early and wanted to surprise her with a late lunch before getting Casey. Shit, Casey.
He came down the stairs from the attic to find Casey walking toward the attic from their bedroom.
“Daddy, where’s momma? She doesn’t work today, right?”
Robert failed to muster a smile, “Casey, honey, come to the living room. I have something to tell you.”
She followed her father to the couch. There was a feeling coming over her. It felt like when she knew she was in trouble for something and had to wait for both her parents to come home to talk about it.
“I didn’t do anything at school to get in trouble, daddy. I promise.”
“It’s not that, Spunky. You didn’t do anything. It’s just that… How do I put this? I haven’t heard from your mom since she said she wanted to get groceries, and that was around lunch.”
“She didn’t call you, daddy?”
Robert shook his head, “No, and the police want me to wait a couple of days before calling them back.”
“I hope mommy is okay.”
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