Date: Mon, 15 Jun 2015 21:00:40 -0400
From: Gmail <movinon84@gmail.com>
Subject: The boy in the mirror Chapter 6 sf

**chapter six: the attic part two**

 * before you read any further, This one is about the rape of a younger
male. Not to be offensive and is only fiction. If you do not like that idea
then don't read along. This is only to let you know what happens to the
character to show why he is the way he is. And if you don't want to read
this part, you can skip to the next chapter without getting confused. Thank
you and enjoy.*

  Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for a few hours. I stayed in my room
as my dad stayed in his study. It was quiet, no ghostly noises. No
footsteps through the halls. Almost as if the house went to sleep. Boy was
I wrong.

  *10:30p.m*
  I was half asleep just laying on my bed. Next I hear a few knocks on the
door.

  "Son, I'm heading out for a short while. Going to have dinner with
Sarah. Are you sure you don't want to join us?" He asked.

  "I'm good, I'll eat a sand which. I'm not all that hungry and I'm tired
as well." I said as I sat up.

  "Ok. I'll be back in a bit." He replied.

  "Take your time. Go have fun. She's a good looking gal." I said

  He laughed as I heard the footsteps walk away and faded into the
distance. The door opens then shuts. He's gone finally, and its time to
roam the halls. I stripped down to nothing and opened the door. I started
to head down the hall to the end where the mirror use to be. I heard
footsteps following behind. I tried to ignore it but they crept closer and
closer. I reached the end of the hall and turned around to see who it was
and nobody was there. But as I turned to look, I noticed every door was
wide open.

  I started to walk back, looking in each room as I passed by. Nothing
seemed strange besides the doors being open. But once I walked halfway, the
doors started to slam shut one by one. So I started to run as the doors
were getting closer to me as the shut. I made it out into the dining room
before the last door slammed shut. I spoke too soon about the house being
asleep.

  The lights started to flicker and I heard the static coming from the
outlets and everything electronic. Footsteps were heard running down the
hall on the second floor heading towards the attic. For some odd reason,
even being scared out of my wits. Something drew me in to follow along. I
snuck upstairs, trying not to make a sound. Once I got to the top, I peered
around the corner to see if anyone was upstairs. Nothing was seen. And
again all doors were wide open.

  I began walking towards the attic as it was the only door that wasn't
open. I looked inside of each room and still nothing in any of the rooms. I
got to the end of the hall where the attic door was and tried to turn the
knob but it was locked and dad had the keys. I turned around and saw the
doors close one after another. With each door closed, the light that was
close to that door went out. The hall started getting darker and dark as
the doors started to shut. My heart racing, I pressed my back to the door
and put my arm in front of my face, not knowing what to expect. The last
door shut and the last light went out.

  There I stood in complete darkness. I couldn't even see my own hand in
front of my face. I then heard a shallow breathing in front of me. I could
smell a god awful strength coming from in front of me, it smelled like the
aftermath of a pile of garbage that had been burning. The rotting of a dead
animal. The breathing got closer until I saw a pair of dull eyes glow
slightly. They were lifeless. The light above me flickered as it showed a
hooded figure in front of me. Just enough light to show the outline of the
man. He screeched as his mouth stretched open taring the stitches from his
mouth. It was so loud that I covered my ears. It was almost deafening. Then
it stopped with no warning. I opened my eyes and the lights were on. And
the attic door was cracked open.

  I felt as if my heart was trying to escape my chest it was beating so
fast. I steadied myself before I opened the door the rest of the way. I
heard crying coming through the crack in the door. I then started to open
the door as it creeked slowly. I headed up the stairs with each step, the
creeking echoes through the stair way. There was a light shining on the
floor from around the corner as a shadow goes through it. Somebody was up
there. Was it the boy I had seen earlier?

  I reached the top and looked around the corner to see who might be here
this time. Hoping it wasn't the creepy hooded man. Once I looked, I saw the
string from the light fixture swinging as if someone bumped into it. The
mirror stood tall and the drapes were on the floor. The dust floated in the
air as it went through the light. The light didn't work earlier so I never
seen anything up here before. The boxes were decaying as bugs were crawling
in and out of the sides. Cobwebs were covering the beams. There stood half
of a mannequin that had been charred slightly. And other miscellaneous
objects scattered around.

  I walked closer to the mirror as I trip over a small box and land on the
floor. I looked over to grab the box and it had spilled a couple objects
out. They were children's toys that had been burned and crushed. *Why would
you keep such objects in a box that should be thrown away?* I thought to
myself.

  I felt two arms wrap around my arms and chest. I jumped at the touch and
pushed him away. It was the boy, he had the most depressed look on his
face. The pain in his eyes. He was happy to see me, but when I pushed him
away, he started to cry again and ran behind the mirror. I stood up and ran
to find him, but he wasn't there anymore. I felt bad about pushing him, but
who could blame me for seeing all the shit I've been seeing lately?

  "I'm so sorry little buddy, I didn't mean to push you. I thought you were
the scary man. Please come out." I shouted. But nothing.

  "Don't worry, I'm here for you. Nothing to be afraid of." I said again.

  After a few seconds of silence, I heard shuffling behind the mirror. The
boy peeked his head around to look at me. He then came out and held his
head down and walked to me as he stared at the floor.

  "What's your name?" I asked.

  He just shrugged his shoulders as he got closer.

 "My name is Cole. Please tell me your name." I asked again.

  He stopped walking, still looking at the ground.

  "You lied." He muttered in a low voice.

 "What?" I asked.

  "You lied." He repeated.

  "What did I lie about?" I asked.

  "You lied to me. You said you won't leave me." He sobbed.

  "But I am here. I didn't leave." I said as I reached my hand out.

  "You wasnt there to protect me." He whimpered.

  "I'm sorry. I'll protect you now." I said as I stepped closer to him.

  He looked up at me and began to smile slightly. But the smile faded, and
the fear in his eyes became deep. He started to back up and he pointed at
me. Or so I thought. He was pointing past me. I looked slowly across my
shoulder as something attacked me. Snake like shadows surrounded me,
wrapped around my body. My arms, legs, and chest as they throw me against
the wall. My body was bound tightly. I couldn't move at all.

  All I could do was stare helplessly at the boy and the dark figure showed
himself. The hooded man lowers his hood and looks back at me, half of his
face was scarred and burned badly. He was wearing a deep red trench coat
that had been torn to almost shreds with a long hood. He looks back at the
boy and the man shot out more of the snake like shadows, snatching the boy
up by his arms.

  The snake like abjects wrapped around his arms and his legs. A few
crawled under his clothing and ripped them away from his body. The boy
began to scream and struggle to get out of the grip that they had on him
but it was useless. One of them smacked him across the chest as he flynched
after it leaving a long red welt across his body. Crying still, a few more
times, it left welt after welt. Until the snakes began to spread his legs
apart, showing off his little prick and his tight little hole. One of the
snakes slid down his stomach, across his prick as it twitched a little and
between his inner thighs.

  Once there it rested on his little hole and began prodding at it.
Stretching it out enough to let it itself in. It then pushed itself inside
him as his whole body tensed up and gasped for air. It began moving inside
of him, in and out with much force. The boys struggle was useless, and
after a few moments his body went limp. And his eyes just had a blank stare
to them. As if there was nobody home. After a few more thrusts inside, the
figures slid out of him as you could seen the once little hole now I torn
and bruised hole. Then he throws the boy into the back of the attic and
turns to me.