Something Beyond

She was gone, gone. So I thought, I remember when I was young how to the world she was everyone’s Ms Poppins, But behind closed doors in reality she was dark and hypocritical, After she passed I thought now she was at peace from her demons her lonely life, A week passed and I thought about her a little after all she was my Grandmother, One night after her death I had a dream actually a nightmare I would say, I started to “cold sweat”, I felt someone grab me, I tried to fight with all my vigour, this malevolent entity wanted my Soul, Wanted me, I was screaming and no one could heard me, This dark malicious being wanted to possess me, Kill my being, drown my soul into the abyss .Why? It was her!!What did not want? Did hate consume her so that even after death she could not rest? I couldn’t be alone for a while, I hate the dark, I felt as though d demonic shadows was around me, trying to consume me. It wanted to come back to life, there was no solace no peace for this being. My heart was beating rapidly at night, “Chills ran down my spine”. For the first time in my life I was scared to fall asleep, Scared that something, something will enslave my body, Bewitch my soul until I am not me, Something demonic lurks, its searches, Too fine a door to get in, But I pray and I will fight, She can’t consume me, it can’t win, BY:SHIVANEE TINKERBELLE 07.06.15