Uncage the Night, Chapter XII (the end)

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This is the end of the story. Last words from Leslie, as, she too, moves onto a different book.


I don’t know where I am… I’m scared. I don’t think I am real anymore.
I remember…
I’m sorry, mom.
I’m sorry, dad.
Mitch… What are they going to do to you?
I remember everything.
I wanted out so much that I fooled myself into believing that I was actually alright. Despite all the signs of every demons in my head still being here. The depression; the anxiety; the insecurities; the addictions; everything was still here. But I looked away.
Twisted mind twisted so much it squeezed them out…
I was weak and broken, it must have been so easy for them…
The darkness…
How long had they been lurking in the shadows of my cracked mind?
The darkness I had always feared sat inside of me since the beginning, silently waiting to fall.
And whatever entity I had absorbed was attracted and fueled by it.
It ate my nightmares; it freed me.
It ate my body; it used me…
I could hear them inside my head. Whispering, shouting, crying… They said things I would never dare repeat. But I can promise you that, no matter how evil, there was still light in these entities. The faintest of light; but still.
They were in pain. And lonely. Just like me. Maybe that’s why they picked me, because they understood… At least, that’s what I’d like to believe. But, they probably just picked the most convenient vessel to get in. I was there, wide open and too feeble to fight back; all theirs to take.
I could hear everyone else also.
At first I could only feel what they felt and their intentions. But gradually, it went deeper. Deeper into their thoughts, even the ones hiding in dark corners, and deeper into their bodies. I could hear heartbeats, feel body temperature and hear every swallow, every blink and every joints clicking. I could even predict what they would do, say or think next.
I could hear the blood running through their veins and every rumble of their hearts, like ticking clocks. When they were scared– the more scared they were, it sounded like music… It reminded me of a melody that I knew so well…
The river… It was like the river was calling out my name.
Those horrible things that they were doing– things that I was doing. I let them. I permitted it. They used me, but it wasn’t without consent. Part of me said “yes”, straight away, even when I was still resisting their influence.
A war that had already been lost…
They fed on my disorders, my fears, my tears but also on my every single smile. They greedily stuffed themselves. And as they grew — quickly– they opened doors inside and they nested in uncharted territories.
The blood. The screams. The surreal paintings. Those colors… Those sounds…
I was terrified. But I got a taste for it eventually. I kind of wanted more.
They ended up using my own dark thoughts as a fuel for their darkness. I didn’t mean them. Not all of them. Not all the time. Sometimes, I’m even sure that I wasn’t the one thinking them. It was probably them. I mean… All the hate and those dirty images…
They melted into me. Intertwined for the eternity that this weekend lasted. It made it hard to tell if it was me enjoying the horror or them. Both?
They used my own rare light to fuel their darkness. They drained every bit of me, yet somehow, I had never felt less empty.
It was so much pain at first. But eventually, I grew into it. Or, they grew into me. I was their home and they were… Me. It didn’t feel right but they showed me so much more of what this reality has to offer. I saw things, heard things that I would’ve never witnessed had I carried on living.
Death was a slow bumpy ride. There was pain, but lots of joy.Too bad I’ll never get to write a song about it. Ha ha!
I’m glad it’s over. For me at least…
I feel sorry for everyone else left out there. I wish it would never find them. But I know it will. I saw it through their eyes. The future…
I feel sorry for my family and friends…
Will they remember me?..
Who… Who is there left to remember me?
They are all dead. All I loved. All that loved me.
Everything that I took for granted. Everything that didn’t even belong to me in the first place. Everything is lost. Out of my reach.
What a tragic ending. I didn’t even get to say goodbye…

The river is calling me again. I can feel my soul resonate to the sound of Her song.
There has to be something bigger waiting for me out there. I’ve always been wandering through life like a lost soul, doomed to roam. I feel like I have finally found the place to go, a place to heal.
I know it is not the river that I used to go to with mom and dad. But it’s calling out to me. And it promises warmth, peace and music, family and even Pixie…
I just hope it’s not yet another lie.


874 words…

Here we are now, the end; which, for both, Leslie and us, only leads to a new beginning.

I hope you enjoyed the story. If you have any questions, feel free to leave them down in the comments or message me. Anyway you’d like. I will be writing one last post to summarize the story and my journey of writing it soon, and I will also answer questions there!

Tell me what you thought, I’d love to hear from you! ๐Ÿ˜‰

As for me, I’m glad this finally comes to an end, although I will definitely miss the characters.. But, oh well, they’re all dead anyways!! Ha ha ha ah ha aha hahahahfzohzohuisjhxqgkzdlcqgjgkj

Watch out for that next & last Uncage post that will bring closure to this long bumpy ride!

Until then, keep reading! โค

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Uncage the Night, Chapter XI

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It was 11:30 in the night. Everyone was asleep; all but one.
Leslie was roaming the house. She had been for the past hour and a half, rummaging through cupboards, drawers and moving furniture around as if she was looking for something. Nicolas came to her, moments before, angrily begging for a peaceful night. But all she did was groan at him. Admitting defeat, he went back to bed, back to his wife, and they resigned themselves to sleeping with earplugs.
She kept pacing up and down until something stopped her in her tracks. Leslie stood still, two feet away from the fireplace, on top of which was a golden picture frame. It was a family portrait; a fresh memory.

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Uncage the Night, Chapter X

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In this chapter, Sophie and Nicolas are back home and Leslie surprises them with a homecooked dinner.


And that was Bal Masquรฉ by the brilliant–“
Nicolas turned off the radio, never breaking the habit of interrupting people mid-sentence. Sophie looked at him, grinning, while he briefly glanced at her. He focused back on the road and they both smiled, satisfied by the short telepathic exchange they just had. It was a very relaxing ride back home, or so it seemed.
That song kept playing in the back of his head. You lied but kept the mask on your face all along…

“It’s five o’ five.”, Nicolas said. “Nearly there.”
But Sophie didn’t reply. She was still busy flipping through pictures on her phone.
She had started with old ones as they left the hotel; Leslie, the swimming pool, the river, the afternoons spent baking, the family hikes, their paintings, her band and then Mitch, bright little Mitch. And now she was onto the last couple ones, from the night before; Nicolas, her Love, and her, under the moonlight. She sighed.
The ride remained a quiet one for the next thirty minutes. That was, up until they had their first surprise of the night.
“Nick, is that–“
“A police car.”, he interrupted her. Sophie couldn’t help a frown, although all her attention remained on the police car that was merely pulling away from their house. She held her chest, as if to keep her heart inside and squeezed her husband’s right thigh.
They quickly pulled up in the driveway. Leslie was sitting on the porch, her head cupped in her hands with her elbows resting on her knees. She didn’t wave at them. In fact, she wasn’t even looking at them.
Sophie ran to her daughter. “Are you okay, baby girl?”, she asked.
“Yeah.”, Leslie replied.
“Oh, the police! I thought something….”
“Shhh.”, said Leslie as her mom hugged her tighter than ever.
Out of Sophie’s embrace emanated warmth and love. Leslie’s, on the other side, was rather weak and dry. She returned the embrace but only mechanically. It was a physical gesture, devoid of actual emotions.
Nicolas joined in and squeezed the two women together. He left a kiss on Sophie’s head and then on Leslie’s. They remained that way for a short while. And eventually, the mandatory embrace broke up so they could meet up with Mitch inside the house.

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Uncage the Night, Chapter IX

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In this chapter, we meet a new character, Anthony, a detective as he unveils disturbing truths about Leslie’s neighbors.


The tape was found deep in Herbert’s chest, labelled like in one of those clichรฉ horror movies: Play me.
Anthony couldn’t lie, he found it quite humorous at the time. But eighteen hours had passed and now that he had listened to it countless of times, all it did was chill him to the bone. The tape lasted one full hour and fifteen minutes, including six long minutes of static by the end of it.

“What a sick bitch…”, he whispered to himself.
He stretched his arms and then stirred his coffee. It was eight o’clock on Monday morning and the culprit had been brought into the interrogation room. Finally.
It was Herbert’s wife. He was looking at her from the other side of the one-way mirror.
She looked pathetic. The mere sight of her made him sick. She was a monster for what she had done. No matter the motives, it was still murder. Although his sensitive heart was being tricked by her tears, making him feel for her, he knew she was guilty and the next hour could only confirm it.

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Uncage the Night, chapter VIII

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Make sure you read chapter VII before you go on! Or if you haven’t read anything at all, click here to go to chapter I and brace yourself! ๐Ÿ˜‰

In this chapter, we follow Leslie’s mother, Sophie, as she returns to her hotel room with Nicolas on that very same Saturday night.


Sophie dropped her phone on the bed and stared at it. She was thinking about the words her brain had just absorbed from its bright screen; digesting them. She bent down and reached for the red laces wrapped around her toned calves to undo the knots. Doing this always left her feeling dirty; the kind of shame that you have to scrub off for hours in the shower. Digging through her daughter’s blog and social medias weren’t her proudest moments, but that was just the way things were ever since Leslie’s…

She couldn’t bring herself to speak the word, let alone think it. A tragedy, was the word she’d rather use. They used to be so close, so bright together. But ever since the tragedy struck their family, she looked at her daughter differently. Leslie felt different, she was different. She had always been different but Sophie could now see all that was wrong about her. She used to only see her as her baby girl but the tragedy had opened her eyes and she could barely cover it up anymore.

Leslie’s stay at the rehab center had cleansed her and Sophie thought she could have had her baby girl back. But it was only temporary. A year for a year; now she was falling apart again. Something in her was broken and it would always keep breaking as long as she lived and no amount of cleansing would suffice. Leslie was broken and nothing was the same. They weren’t friends anymore, they weren’t the same as they used to be, much as they tried to pretend. Something had died in Leslie and with it went their bond.

Sophie still had hope, hope that somehow everything would fall back into place. And that was truly why she dug through her daughter’s online bubbles, not only to see if she was breaking down again but seeking signs of her getting better. She had hope that Leslie could go back to being who she was, her friend. She kept looking for progress, for sparks in all the darkness that oozed from her daughter’s mind. She desperately sought proof, clues, hints, that Leslie could be normal again, in one piece inside, and that they could be friends again. Sophie still had faith that things could be okay, even when all she could find was darkness and helplessly witness what was left of her daughter fading away. Continue reading

Uncage the Night, Chapter VII

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(I WOULD LIKE TO REMIND YOU, READER, THAT THIS IS A HORROR STORY WHICH MEANS THAT IT SURELY CONTAINS: GORE(blood, guts, this kind of thing, you know), STRONG LANGUAGE(mostly ‘fuck’s), STRONG IMAGERY(blood, death, murders, etc) AND OVERALL LOTS OF BAD THINGS THAT CAN BE DISTURBING, TRIGGERING, ETC, SO BE VERY AWARE OF THIS BEFORE YOU READ please)


Leslie threw herself on her parents’ bed and quickly bundled up in the covers. She was now more than ever unwilling to face the monstrous mirror glued to the ceiling. Continue reading

Uncage the Night, Chapter VI

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(I WOULD LIKE TO REMIND YOU, READER, THAT THIS IS A HORROR STORY WHICH MEANS THAT IT SURELY CONTAINS: GORE(blood, guts, this kind of thing, you know), STRONG LANGUAGE(mostly ‘fuck’s), STRONG IMAGERY(blood, death, murders, etc) AND OVERALL LOTS OF BAD THINGS THAT CAN BE DISTURBING, TRIGGERING, ETC, SO BE VERY AWARE OF THIS BEFORE YOU READ please)


“We’ll be here around half past one. How’s that?”, Lucie asked energetically.
“Awesome! I’ll make food so call me when you’re about to leave, okay?”
“Roger that. Love you, bye!”
“Goodnight.” Leslie hung up. She felt a weight in her chest. Continue reading