... mummy!

Rating: 10/10 (5 February 2007)

it's dark. my uncle and i, both fans of the genre, have decided to watch "the scariest movie of all times". we have managed to convince my aunt, my mother and my brother to watch it with us. "it's a movie you shouldn't watch by yourself. the more, the merrier" my uncle says, with an all-knowing smile upon his face. we turn on the TV... a dull image appears - the proof is the fact that i forget it the moment it is replaced by another one. it's a word. it says "PLAY" my world slowly starts to collapse. i look frightened at my companions as they quietly head for the bedroom, leaving me with these horrible images. i want to follow them, but i can't. i know that i won't be able to sleep unless i find out how it ends. and it would better end right! i'm so scared... hardly has a half an hour passed, that i'm all alone in the (now) much creepier room. the only one that is still here is my uncle. i look at him with gratitude, thankful for not having left me on my own. i turn my eyes at the TV and i remain still with terror and disgust. that sweet, beautiful Teresa is climbing down the stairs...in a rather... unusual way. i can't understand why this image has had such a great impact. i am simply terrified. i want scream, but my mouth won't open. i want to leave the room, but my feet won't budge. i don't know what to do. i need to get out. i need to turn off the TV. i need to run away. but i sit there, still, waiting for the next scene.
eventually, it ends. i go to bed without saying a word to my uncle. i lay on the bed, wondering how will i be able to fall sleep. i get up, sit next to the bed and i say a short prayer, thanking god for my brother, who's sleeping in the bed next to mine.
weeks later, my family had left me all alone in the house. i turn on the TV. i see a commercial: THE EXORCIST - soon on tvr1. i can see how shadows appear out of nowhere in the quiet, clean room. i can see how her dreadful hand reaches for my shoulder. i can see her dreadful head and i can feel its chilly breath on my hair. i want to turn around and face it, but i am too scared...
that night, i kept the lights on from dusk till dawn. that night, i didn't close an eye. i stayed under the blanket, wishing for someone to drop by unannounced. and that's how i spent the next four days, until my family came back home. i spent the next week recovering.
but i can still sometimes feel her. now and then, she comes to me and she makes sure that i haven't forgotten about her.
i want to ask for help, but nobody listens. nobody understands. nobody cares. i'm trapped...