Queen of Spades, Blackheart Ravensoul [story read aloud .txt] 📗

liar when the thing that lived with us did all those things. Mother did not believe me. I realized I wanted it gone, whatever it was. I told it as much, when I was alone I yelled that I want it gone, that  I want to go back to where it came from. I took the card and ripped it to pieces.

It has been silent at night. No footsteps, nothing strange. A normal week. Then  one day the mirror in the bath room, the mirror I used to summon it, just fell of the wall and broke. According to Ged to send it back you need to use the mirror and the card used to call it and  do the ritual backwards and say please leave instead of please appear. He had told me all that way too late. I had ripped the card and the mirror was now gone.  But for the time I still thought it to be over, I thought it to have left because I ordered it to.

It was day time and I was in the living room, alone. Mother had taken the cat to the vet. I hear them, the footsteps. They began from the area around the bathroom and moved along the hall. There was no door into the living room. I sat there terrified when I realized it was coming here, I believed it only walked around at night, it was day time now. I stared at the dark hall, I saw nothing, no movement, no shadow nothing, but I heard it. It was walking  and then it was silent. It was here. For a moment I just sat there looking around the room in fear.  Then I felt it, the cold and the pressure. Is if someone had their ice cold hands around my throat. I could not breath properly.  I realized it was trying to kill me, I don’t know what I coud do to  stop it,  I began to cry. I thought : this is it, I’m really going to die here, now. I got up. It was hard to move, my head was dizzy and I could feel something pulling me back by the neck. 

My grandmothers prayer book.  I grabbed if of the small table with the picture of grandmother, I had made it in my room after she died. Put her picture and all her small things a could find there, like an altar of sorts. I began to read the prayers. I could not speak out loud, but in my mind I spoke the words. Whenever I felt sick grandmother would sit by my bed and read prayers out loud.  I didn’t believe in god but I believed in my grandmother. And then as I read them, with each line repeated in my mind the cold icy hands began to let go. I could breathe again I read the prayers out loud still crying.  I don’t know how many times I repeated the same prayers over and over; it must have been at least an hour.

If there is no god then why did it let me go? I think maybe there might be a god, and maybe it let go because it was afraid of the holy word. Because the Queen of Spades is more than a children’s game it's something dangerous. And if ghosts and gods are real then perhaps the other things are to and those things fear god.

Even to this day I know now what really happened during those summer months. But sometimes at night I still wake up and listen fearing that I will hear footsteps outside my door, and at those times I pray to god, and bad things don’t happen anymore.

 

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Text: Blackheart Ravensoul
Publication Date: 07-24-2018

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