Torment Me No More

By Kay-lin Kimble

Plagued by sleep paralysis; Kate, a redundant office lady, attempts to make sense of her night terrors. After failing to uncover anything she turns to the Ouija Board for answers only to discover that the night terrors are the least of her worries.

Stalked by an unknown man, she's pushed to the edge of sanity as everything she knows becomes foreign to her. Battling psychosis and the supernatural, her life slowly unravels as she slips in and out of reality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kay-lin Kimble
• Release date: Aug 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370270392

Kay-lin Kimble

Kay-lin Kimble, a fictional horror, thriller, suspense writer born and raised in a small town in South Africa. Also an artist, Kay-lin's art leans towards the more realistic kind retaining a Japanese Manga element. She's achieved multiple gold's and silvers for her art but still aspires to be an author, marrying her descriptive skills with her vividly detailed art. She's an Aquarius, with a love for the darker and more unsettling things and this is exactly what you'll receive from your reading experience; work that is realistic, complex, dark, twisted and deeply unsettling that will keep you thirsting for more.

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TORMENT ME NO MORE

By

Kay-lin Kimble

Copyright ©2016 Kay-lin Kimble

Cover by Kay-lin Kimble

CHAPTER ONE

I woke up suddenly, I gazed around the room, it was still shadowy so it must have been sometime in the night. It was one of those nights where you suddenly wake up, as if your internal alarm woke you. Still half asleep, struggling to assemble my thoughts my eyes suddenly fall unto my body. My arms had been crossed over my chest, each hand resting on either shoulder. I attempted to move my arms, I could still feel the warmth trapped between the blanket and my body, but it was unsuccessful. I continued to struggle only moving my arms ever so much like a moth trying to break out of a cocoon, writhing and thrashing within myself, as if my body had become my tomb. I was in a state of panic now, too drowsy to realize what was happening, my body was paralyzed. I could hear my heart rate pounding away as well as the resonance of blood rushing through my ears. Hearing my rapid pulse only made me intensely desperate to break free from this hold. My eyes rolled over to the right side of the room and to my devastation, out of the concentrated darkness, my bedroom abruptly lit up. It was surreal; it was as if I was seeing in high quality night vision. The adjustment was accompanied by a thunderous throbbing hum that appeared to fill the room when I felt a presence with me. I couldn’t see anything, I couldn’t move my head to see, but it felt as if it was drawing nearer. Its presence suddenly became apparent to me as the mood became more and more intense. It was malicious; you could sense it with every fiber of your being, the pure evil. At this point I was hysterical, my pulse began thrashing violently is I struggled frantically to break free from the paralysis, when I finally fixed my watch on the source of the concentration. What I saw next shook me to the heart of my being. An off-white, somewhat ash toned entity began to take form amongst all the confusion. An enlarged triangular head, lacking any and all facial features, came into focus. The skin was thin like that of bat wings; and looked as though it had been draped over its body as if it had been stretched beyond its means and lost all elasticity. This abnormally disproportioned head was balanced upon a lean elongated neck. The neck that supported this ominous head ran down like a waterfall into a body of exposed flesh of what I’d like to portray as the torso area. It had what seemed to be a suggestive ribcage protruding from its black dinner suit blazer. It lacked the white shirt, the tie and the waistcoat. I recall how the jacket top rested limply around its chest an shoulders. It was headed towards me, in a faultless gliding movement, leisurely; as if it was sure I was extremely susceptible. Both time and space were being distorted as the room and its filling were being vacuumed at the rear of the creature. I glimpsed over to the door only to see it was open just enough for me to slip out, the gap between the wall and the door felt like salvation, like the kingdom of God. It was so close and concurrently out of my reach. I bawl out in desperation and to my distress the words ooze from my mouth as a murmur. I try it again, now at the peak of urgency, all the auditory stimulus become deafening as the feeling of impending doom washes over me. I’m like an insect ensnared in a mesh, bound by unseen and exceedingly powerful forces. It is the spider and I am the fly, the more I resist, the more it realizes that I’m living and in attendance. An even greater sense of pressure consumes me as I glance back towards the beast; its form pierces through me like a hot knife through butter. The reverberation is deafening and I’m at the end of my rope. I make a feeble attempt to scare the demon off. I call upon all the power I have within me to yell out, You’re not real!

I didn’t even question it, as the words slithered out my mouth and crashed upon the pillow beside me. It sounded like that of a rumor from a throat dry as the desert wasteland.

The creature paused for a moment, maybe it was just toying with me or maybe it was legitimately taken aback that I still had some fight left in me. Everything stopped, as if I had halted everything, when the droning began to build again and the same sensation of extreme anxiety overcame me. I attempted it again, only now my voice ha more substance to it, it was louder than before. It felt as though I was repossessing my power now. Again the creature looked staggered as it froze in time; everything was in tremendously slow motion, the pause was longer this time. Then what sounded like air leaving the room filled my ears, it was only a few moments long but it felt like forever when the sound came to a halt and there was complete silence and before I could even register the hush the entity exploded into an intense, white powder that appeared to blind me momentarily. The rooms contrast returned to normal as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I attempted to move and broke the clutch. As I broke the clasp I heard what sounded like a triangle, the music instrument, being struck once as I propelled myself forward. Arms flailing like a fish out of water I caught the recoil of my force. I reached over to my right to place the lamp light on, the lamp that had only been a few inches from me. I knew without delay that I had just experienced my first episode of sleep paralysis. I had read up on it whilst looking up unexplained phenomenon that offered realistic and scientific explanations. I felt a sense of quiet and empowerment like I had just cheated death. I sat in the lake of radiant blonde light from my bedside lamp for a while collecting my thoughts. I switched the light off and turned on my side before softly drifting off to slumber.

After that I seemed to spend most of my time obsessing over the incident. I hunted for images in my daily life as well as images in books, magazines, billboards, shirt designs and even online to attempt to make sense of my hallucination. I read deeper into Sleep Paralysis as well as the experiences of others who suffer from it. They would describe shadowy figures where my assailant was crisp as the light of day, it was so vivid, the only thing vague about it was its gross lack of facial features. The other suffers and I only shared a few similarities such as that of the concentrated feeling of terror accompanied by a presence described as ‘evil’ and deafening auditory hallucinations. I even went as far as describing what I called a ‘night terror’ to my friends and family in attempt to fish for answers. I couldn’t wrap my head around it, it seemed so real, too real and because of the sudden onset I became more suspicious of it. I attempted to call the local medium but for days I struggled to get through to him. The phone would either go to the answering machine or it would stay engaged but this didn’t detour me in the least, I was under the impression it was obviously a busy time of year for ole’ Mr. Green. I tried again a few days later, promising myself that this would be the last time I called as I was beginning to come across somewhat desperate and to some extent, pathetic. The phone rang and rang for a lengthy period that I was almost confident it would go to the answering machine when someone picked up on the other end.

Hello? I called out into the stillness.

What do you want?! A woman snapped from the other end.

I was taken back. Green was a woman?

Uhh…I’d like to make an appointment to see Green on Friday please.

Don’t you people get it?! She was yelling now, My husband is dead! Get over it!

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Needless to say she hung up on me. I knew there would be no rest for me tonight. I placed the phone down next to me on the auburn counter top. My other option was an alcoholic with a deck of playing cards but how reliable are the two of those factors? Better yet, how reliable are they combined? I’ll tell you, not at all.

I searched online for hours on end looking for a reliable psychic when I staggered unto an online Ouija Board. It was rubbish, the opening line left nothing to be desired, Please be patient as it will take a while for the spirits to summon enough energy to move the planchette. So long story short, the other websites were a bust so I got the idea into my head, why not buy one? So I scavenged around a few sites only to find that the talking boards were way too expensive for my taste. I have to admit I was intrigued by the thought of using one, after all thousands of people from all around the world claimed to have used it and it works and if it did then it should have some answers. So being as cheap as I am, I did the next best thing and posted an advert online seeking an original Ouija Board. Nothing came of it so I posted it on my personal profile, Who has an Ouija Board? Message me. I got a few stupid comments and some skeptics replies but alas, I was back at square one. Then it dawned on me, the only was I was going to get my hands on a Witch Board was if I made one from scratch with my very own hands.

She heard of this game whilst she was looking up videos on Ouija Board experiences gone wrong. It’s called ‘The Charlie, Charlie Pencil Game’ and apparently it’s a remake of an old Mexican summoning ritual known as ‘Six Pencils’. The game involves taking a blank sheet of paper and dividing into four parts by drawing two lines that crossover. You then write Yes in the top left hand corner and the bottom right corner and then you write No in the two remaining squares. Then you take two pencils and place the one on either of the lines you drew and then balance the other on top of it so that the pencils are in line with the lines you drew and that acts as ‘neutral.’ So the story goes is that you summon a demon who for some reason answers your questions and besides this seemed like a safer substitute to ‘Glassy Glassy’.

So she sat down on the mottled coffee carpet with her legs crossed like a child in Grade School constructing her make-shift Ouija Board. She struggled for a while to get the red and black lined pencil to balance without touching the paper. Finally, after much frustration she retracted her hands cautiously before placing them in her lap. She peered down at the page and felt ill, what if this thing actually worked? She would’ve opened a door she wouldn’t know how to close.

Charlie, Charlie, Are you there? She called out skeptically.

She waited in anticipation for the pencil to move but it didn’t budge, so she called out again, Charlie, Charlie, Are you here?

The pencil still didn’t move, she sighed with relief as well as disappointment. It was disappointing that it didn’t work but also a relief that there are no entities hovering in proximity.

Charlie, Charlie can we play?

The sharpened pencil tip pointed to Yes.

Oh my God! Oh my God! What the fuck?! This is so weird. This is so weird…

She paused in disbelief, it actually moved, now what? Was it a slight breeze from under the door or movement? She tried to think of a rational explanation when her train of thought was cut short