Terrifying Tales of Terror Two

Casey tucked herself into bed with a warm cup of tea and a new romance novel. This one was about a king, betrayed by his brother, over a woman of course. The old kill your brother for his wife and kingdom, with plenty of description and detail regarding romantic encounters. Casey liked the parts where the brother and the king's wife met in secret. She was almost done, but had heard somewhere there would be a sequel. Maybe the king would return from the grave and reclaim his throne. Stranger things have happened.

It was almost midnight before she turned out the light and fell asleep. Her mother, Anne had given her a place to stay after a recent episode. Casey was actually glad to be home, but tried not to show it. She didn't want her mother to know. She figured it best to pretend she missed her independence, but Anne could tell something was bothering her daughter. Something Casey wouldn't talk about and was a subject she was keen on avoiding. As all mothers do, Anne worried. She could tell the medication was doing very little to help Casey. And help was not something Casey seemed particularly interested in either. Anne stepped into her bedroom doorway, glanced down the hall and concluded Casey had gone to sleep. At that she shut her own light off and went to bed.

Casey had always been a strange girl, even when she was little. Anne never gave it a lot of thought, but lately things were a little tuff to ignore. Not one night had gone by, Anne would have called peaceful. Most nights, she could hear Casey crying and even sometimes pacing up and down the hallway muttering incoherently. And then there were the really bad nights. Casey would cry out in the middle of the night, a terrified, piercing shreek, so penetrating and unerving, Anne could hardly muster the courage to go and help her daughter. This was one of those nights. The cry came at two o'clock, earlier than usual, but not by much. Anne rushed to her aid and as usual, Casey would calm down and cry. She always said the
same thing. She had a nightmare.

"It was just a really scary dream, mom. I'm sorry I woke you up."

And when Casey had gone back to bed, Anne would cry herself to sleep. She lay awake in her own bed countless nights, with nothing but one terrifying thought after another, crashing down on her like waves. The room always grew darker, the air colder and the clock moved slower. Then, relentlessly, one inevitable and painful idea inexorably found a way inside her mind. Something was tormenting her daughter, and there was nothing she could do to help.

Casey was awakened by the chattering. It sounded like chipmunks with laryngitus. At first, a low raspy whisper, back and forth. One would say something and the other would respond. She listened for a moment, pretending to be asleep. She could hear them moving across the room, but she would have to roll over if she wanted to have a look. She shifted slightly and stretched out, slowly rolling toward the intruders. They stopped chattering and ducked out of sight. Then they seemed to realize she was awake, the chatter became urgent and she could hear shuffling.

'The jig is up', she thought, 'they're on to me.'

She sat up quickly and scanned the room. One of them tugged on the blanket at the foot of the bed. It was a trick! As soon as she looked the other tried to pounce on her. His troll like face coming straight at her startled her. She screamed as loud as she could, fighting and kicking. The little bastards ducked out of sight again, just as her mother burst through the door.

"Casey, honey, what's the matter?"

"Bad dreams."

They went through the routine. Anne tried to console Casey. Casey tried to convince Anne there was nothing to worry about. This had been going on for a month now, ever since Casey moved back home.

Casey finished her book and headed to the kitchen for another cup of tea. As she filled her kettle at the sink something caught her eye. Through the window she could see figures. Tall figures in long coats. She watched them for a moment. They seemed to be studying her home. One of them pointed at her bedroom window. The other got in a car. The one still studying the home was smoking a cigarette. He was watching her. She closed the curtains, but continued to observe her observer. He walked over to the car and opened the back door. Two little people got out, no taller than a foot, and scurried across the street towards her house.

"So that's what they wanted." She told herself.

She hurried down the hallway and closed her bedroom door. She stood outside of her room for a moment and listened. Sure enough. She could hear the little people breaking in. They were inside, chattering amongst themselves. It was probably the same two from last night. She paced the hallway trying to make sense of it.

"Those men in coats look like doctors."

She paused in front of her bedroom door and listened for a moment. They must have found a place to hide. She couldn't hear them.

"But who are you?" She asked the door.

She began pacing again. Gears turning.

Anne could hear the mutterings, but couldn't make it out. It didn't even sound like english. She couldn't help but feel guilty. Even though she was worried about Casey, she was relieved that there would be no screaming tonight. Casey never screamed on the nights she paced.

Casey finished doing the dishes after breakfast. Anne sat at the table drinking a cup of coffee and studying her. Casey seemed okay, but what was with all the pacing and muttering last night. Anne couldn't handle another sleepless night. Whatever was wrong with her daughter, she was determined to find out.

"Casey? I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to think about it before you answer."

"Okay."

"I want the truth, honey. I can hear you pacing the house at night, talking to yourself. I know something is bothering you and I don't want to hear anymore nonsense about nightmares. Tell me the truth. What is going on with you?"

Casey did as she was told and gave it quite a bit of thought before she was able to piece together an answer she felt could explain things clearly.

Anne sat and listened, half captivated, half terrified.

"Mom, those doctors are trying to capture me. I've seen them outside casing the house. They're watching me. I saw something at the hospital they didn't want me to see. They know there is nothing wrong with me so they gave me fake medication and told you I needed to come back for an evaluation. That was just to complete the illusion. Whatever they have planned for me it isn't good. They've sent their agents to search my room. Find out what I know. You see, the little agents are so small, they can easily break into the house and dig through my stuff. That's why the doctors use them. And I know it won't be long now. The agents have come three nights in a row. I saw them from here last night and I was able to lock them in my room. They can't reach the doorknob, but it's only a matter of time before they get me. They know I'm on to them. They know I'll never go back to the hospital willingly and I don't know what measures they're prepared to take. I don't know what I'm gonna do."

Anne wanted to cry, but every bone in her body told her not to. Her daughter had just told her the most outlandish, paranoid and rediculous thing she'd ever heard and she was dead serious. Wether it was the story, her daughters failing mental health or the concerned look on Casey's face, she didn't know, but Anne was absolutely horrified. She had an appointment to see the doctor that afternoon and assured Casey everything would be okay. That they would talk about it more when she got back.

In all reality, Anne was going to bring the police home with her and have her daughter committed if possible. As much as she loved Casey, there was no denying she needed serious help.

Casey sat in her new room, very disgruntled. How could her own mother betray her like that. But there was no time to dwell on that now. She had to find a way out of here before the men in long coats came and exacted revenge. She could hear two of the doctors outside, but they weren't the same guys from the other night. They probably didn't even know about the plot. They were discussing her case, though, that much she was sure of.

She didn't have time to develope any sort of fancy plan. No need to get clever. When they open that door, make like a bull and charge. She might just be able to pick up enough speed to get past them and out the door. In all the confusion, she ought to be able to find an exit and make her escape.

And when the doctor opened the door, Casey made a brake for it. She ran from one end of the room to the other hitting top speed along the way.

She took the doctors by surprise, scaring the piss out of them as a matter of fact. One adopted the duck and cover approach in defense of the charging schizo, the other just dived out of her path. She was free! All she had to do was find an exit. As she charged full speed ahead down the long corridor, security gaurds took notice.

"Stop her!" The duck and cover doctor was a little embarrassed, but still willing to do the job.

The security gaurds caught up quickly. She tried a little shake and bake, a sort of Clinton Portis maneuver. One gaurd fell for it, lost his footing and slipped, widening the gap. The other gaurd just lunged forward and grabbed a handful of hair. Casey bent over backwards and fell on top of him.

She tried to punch him twice to the head, but had no luck. He struggled back, they rolled over. She managed to jab her thumb in his eye, but when the second gaurd joined the fight it spelled her defeat. Before she knew it she was back in her room being fitted with restraints. One of the doctors was preparing a needle.

After the gaurds had strapped her to the bed, the doctor administered the shot.

"This is to help you sleep, Casey. Try not to worry. We're here to help you."

He and the gaurds exited the room. As she lay there feeling the effects of the sedative taking hold she wondered how long she would last. Through the glass on the door to her room she could see a figure. He was tall and appeared to be wearing a long dark coat. He stood there staring at her, wearing a pale vacant expression. Casey struggled to stay awake, but the drug was too strong and as she faded away she could just make out a one foot tall person sitting on the mans shoulder, an evil grin on his tiny face.

Written By: Dreadmoc