The Huntchback of Scarlett Ruins

The musty room in which I know lay was filled with the stench of mold decay, death and something ghastly. It held boxes that were build for the burial of pheasants and the poor.

I stop looking at them a long time ago but whenever I close my eyes I could still see it's contents, it was burnt into my mind like branding on cattle. I also stop cursing, screaming and threatening fire and damnation along time ago too and try as I might I could not seem to cry for any of the reasons that warranted my tears.

I huddle further into the filthy cot as I heard the door that lead into the cellar that I was now kept open to admit the ghastly. At least it left every once in awhile but the others stayed rooted to their spot, stuck in their position because they were all dead.

My eyes which were now accustomed to the shadowy confines squinted uncomfortably when the figure walk up to me and shove the candle holder towards me the stubby candle within flickering slightly as it dripped wax down its sides.

I watch as stubby misshapen fingers stuff a jar from the pantry into my hand and I took it as prior experience taught me not to refuse all that it bought to me on its nightly visit. I watch as he walk over to the three smaller boxes and a slightly larger one. I stiffen and knew I should look away but I knew it would make no difference.

I watch as he caress the skeleton face of the two boys and then loving fix the hair of the girl about her bone of a shoulders. His stub of a hand which was badly twisted twitch by his side as he shuffled his oddly hunch body to the two large boxes, I could not bid myself to call then coffin.

I shuddered at the sight of him so affectionate to the corpse with there grimey clothes stain with things I care not to think about all tattered and tworn, I look away as he lean down and look with adoration at the woman before he pulled himself up and stare at the man for awhile his face twisted in its deformity but it bespoke it's pain.

I twore my eyes away to the window where the dirty cot on which I was chain by the wrist that held the bracelet I tried to remove in all failure sat under. I wonder how much longer I could endure what I was facing for the past six months.

My mind was bombarded with so much but nothing I tried allow me to decipher the muddled mess that it was filled with to find clarity. I look down at my stomach now bulging with the seed of I know not what.

Bits and pieces seem to fit together but it could not connect the dots to complete the full picture. All I know as I sat staring at the waxing crescent moon in the misty sky I envied the freak of nature the previledge .

I felt my heart ache as my mind went to Layla. I felt the eyes of the hunchback on me and I listen more than watch him shuffle to me, when he came closer to the cot and twisted his head so that he could stare up in the misty sky that seem to dance and worship the curve within the sky I brace myself for what it was to come.

Grunts that were like howls of a wounded wolf filled the interior of my prison as the deformed figure hipity hop on his thin legs and long feet by the cot. He stop and rest his more functioning hand on my stomach  and what ever it was leapt and twisted with a vibrancy that seem to cripple my lower half as pain lerch within me.

I lean against the cold wall and let him continue I had no more fight in me as I stared at the moon and let the first wave of the rippling pain wash my belly sending me groaning, for six months and eights days it has been like this. I fear when the remaining three months has pass and whatever it was in me is free what will become of me.

I look up at the hunchback who I now knew was the baby from my dreammere. I was lost in the painting. What was this house I will never know but what it held I was pretty much aware of. My eyes saw it and my mind eyes sees it over and over.

As I withered in my pain I dread what was to come and I often wish for death but now all I could think about was the tattered picture of Layla and me sitting by our spot by the old barn our arms about each other's waist as I stared at her with her smiling up in the Polaroid.  The letter was always revitted in my mind and now I call it to the forefront as I was succumbed by pain and the graceless hunchback.

Alley my love.

I know I must remain strong but with you leaving my strength is going with you. From the day we met you have been my pillar and l fear I am going to fail on my own but I might not have the power of determination that fuels you but I have something else, my love for you.

I will keep on going because of it as I await you.  Thank you for everything. I will always love you.

Layla.

The picture and the letter along with my meager possession and tattered carry all I had not seen since I had awoken to find myself  fettered to the dirty cot.

My love was all I now have along with a creature that was created by something powerful enough to play God but in a dark and twisted way. Now I too was a vessel chosen to carry on it's sick Frankenstein creature.

I gripped the jar as I felt my body shivered as I was pummeled by another massacre of pain. The creature with its thin twisted lips parted like a lover in the trois of estacy's release. It flung back its malformed head and grunted as his hand moved with the violent movements within me.

I wondered when I had stop becoming repulsed by him. The creature with the Huntchback, badly malformed body, putrid stench and love for corpes. I let the hand upon me pass whatever it was transmitting to the thing within me as it grunted and huffed.

I felt the pearl around my neck lifted and I look to see that it was now holding it and in eyes that were the only thing seeming human I saw care. I knew it was telling me something just like it had done the night it had slip into my room to watch me and then later slip the pearl around my wrist when I had fallen asleep.

I was too driven with pain to know, my mind was still trying to put into rationality all the things I have witness, felt and seen here in The House an encasement of something strong enough to procreate and bring darkness to life.

I heard a banging on the door and felt the atmosphere shift. I did not have to look to see what it was but when the hunchback scrambled from me and went to cower by boxes --not coffins, I knew the tall shadowy figure had return and with him my fear return.

I had first believe he was the baby ripped from the Lady in White, but as I said I put bits and pieces together and figure him to be but the creature that formed the hunchback.

I still couldn't fit the puzzle together. I was not sure I wanted to fit the puzzle together though as he brought with him horrors, and if the stained nightgown I wore for the past six months was lifted you would have seen one such horror the clear tiny palm prints pressing against my belly as if reaching for the figure by the door.

I tried to will it to relax hoping it had some connection to me too because I feared that it would rip itself from me like the hunchback did from the Lady in White.