She had been curled in a ball on the floor for over a day now, covering her ears with her hands. It hadn’t helped, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she would go completely insane.
Will you just be quiet? she screamed within herself I don’t know what happened and it’s not my fault!
This had happened to her after she had received word that the non-descriptive-uncle-that-she had only met once had left her a cabin out in the boondocks. The lawyer had been brief and concise, stating that it was ‘the last thing that he had ever owned in his life due to massive debts. It was the one thing that they did’t want.’ So, here she had been, looking at the massive decay around her and thinking off what she was going to do.
She had debts of her own to pay, and having a cabin was not going to be in her best interests. She had still been fighting over student loans from college and then the massive medical bills that had been incurred by her ex-husband, Mark, whom she was still paying on as often as they could. But, selling the old place would have been a fresh start. She would have the money to keep the wolves away from the door. Even if it had only been for a little while.
That was, until she noticed that small little;e crevice in the floor where the wooden planking had began to rot and waste away. She should have never lifted that board, she thought to herself. She should have never lifted it in the first place. She should have let the contractor come in and look it over himself or simply allowed him to bulldoze it without thinking.
Anything to make the screaming stop.
Looking over, she saw the darkness from the board as it had curled up from the years of weathering from the rain and snows. She had made the choice to look, and now she was regretting every second of it. What she had saw inside was where the screaming had been coming from. Oh God she thought I am so sorry. I don’t know what to do. I AM SO SORRY!
The screaming only intensified, and she forced herself to cover her ears that much harder. She wanted to die, it was so loud. It was beyond deafening. She couldn’t even barely think let alone call out to the emptiness that surrounded her. The nearest neighbor was ten miles away, and even as quiet as it was, the wooden log walls would have muffled her shouts. All she could do was lie there and shake.
The blackness looked at her from under the floor. She dared not move or it would see her. It had only began to come forward when there was movement, such as a predator or something. It had not harmed her, but it would not leave her alone. It wanted her and only her with its small arms and hands outstretched in pleading.
She lay there until there was one last gasp and she was gone. The screaming had then stopped and then there was a sort of playful giggling that came from the silence. It was then followed by a woman’s soft laughter and then the songs of a lullaby.
There had been no one there, but a sudden movement of the plank as it was lifted and then tossed against a window, shattering it into a million pieces. Within the dark was a small bundle burlap sack with something small wrapped inside. Next to it, a simple straw doll with sewn in eyes and mouth. Atop it, a small faded parchment with the words ‘Forgive me’ written in old black ink.
What her uncle had left to her had no mattered anymore, as she now knew why he no longer wanted the cabin. She had forgotten that he died while in an asylum for the criminally insane, sent there on the charge of murder.