I figure I don’t have very many hours left in this lonely life and I’m gonna write this down with the hope that someone, somewhere will believe me.
My nightmare started many years ago when I was a young woman working the night shift as a dispatcher for our local sheriff. We were such a small county and most of the time there was only one deputy on patrol from midnight on and me, all alone, in the old building that served as the sheriff’s office, dispatch center and jail. It was a creepy place, even in the daylight, but at night, the creep factor escalated tenfold.
The two cells were located in the basement and most of the time they were empty. Most of the time it didn’t sound like it, though. I would hear men talking, cell doors slamming, and footsteps coming up those back steps. I mentioned it a time or two to the sheriff and he just laughed at me.
“Maizy, I spent plenty of nights in this building after dark, alone, and never heard nuthin like that. Careful, Girl, who you be talkin to about things like that. Don’t want people thinkin my best dispatcher is crazy now, do we?”
I was a single mom raising two kids and needed my job so I kept my mouth shut. I listened carefully to the deputy’s talk and none of them ever seemed ill at ease when they were in the building. I did some research on the buildings history during those long, lonely hours and learned that about fifty years before my time, there had been an ugly incident down there.
A man had been arrested for the rape and murder of a fifteen year old girl. I guess it had been a pretty horrible murder because the newspapers at the time were hinting that parts of her had been eaten. Anyway, he was crazier than a loon on shine and had attacked the sheriff and several of his deputies, hurting one of them pretty badly. He never made it to trial. The sheriff ended up having to shoot him down there in one of those cells but right before he died, he swore vengeance on the sheriff and his department.
The sheriff left office about six months later and moved clear out of the state. The deputy who had been hurt stayed on, but people said he wasn’t ever quite right after that. Said he heard things in the basement. The other deputies drifted away quickly or died in the line of duty. Rumors swirled for a time, but once everyone who had been involved in the whole mess was gone, things kind of settled down again, until me.
I tried to figure out why I was hearing these things. I had never been psychic before, but now, it seemed like every time I was left alone, the sounds were getting louder and the footsteps seemed to get closer to the top of the stairs every night. I was so scared but needed the job to feed my kids. I kept a Bible on my desk, wore my rosary and prayed like I never prayed before.
For a while, that seemed to work. I would still hear the noises, but they were fainter and the footsteps stopped coming up the stairs. I was able to ignore the sounds most nights and soon it seemed like they too had faded away.
Months passed and I had almost forgotten about the whole thing until October rolled around. I started hearing the noises again, faint at first, but the closer it got to the 31st, the louder things got in that basement. I wasn’t sleeping or eating and even the sheriff took notice of my wan appearance.
“Maizy, You feeling ok, Girl? He asked me the week before All Hollows Eve.
“Yes, Sheriff. Must be just a little bug the boys brought home from school. I’ll be fine in a few days.”
He looked closely at me and kind of shook his head. The week before Halloween was a busy one for the sheriff’s office and even he was working nights that week.
“I need you this week, or I’d send ya home. Can you hang in there?”
I nodded and answered a call that had come in. He hurried out to give his deputies some much needed backup and as he passed in front of my desk, that’s when I noticed my Bible was gone. A cold chill ran straight through me and I swear I heard an evil laugh echo from the cell downstairs. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely use my keyboard to send instructions out to the busy deputies.
The closer it got to midnight on Halloween that night, the more noise came from the basement. I tried to focus on my job and keep everyone safe, but it was getting harder and harder to do with my hands shaking the way they were and the noises and evil laughter getting closer. At midnight, all calls stopped coming in from the guys. I tried to raise someone over the radio, but it was as if I was suddenly the only person left alive. I even called my mom’s house to check and make sure she and my boys were ok, but my call wouldn’t go through.
I felt them before I heard them. Those footsteps were coming up the stairs again. That night they didn’t stop at the top of the stairs; they came into the squad room. I looked through the door of my little dispatch office and I could see something. It wasn’t quite a person, yet, but more of a whitish shape moving toward me and the closer it got, the more features I could see. Oh my God, I had never been more afraid in my life. It was grinning at me and kept licking its lips. Its eyes were just two red holes and it kept sniffing the air like it was smelling me.
I was paralyzed with fear and couldn’t make a sound. It reached my door and just walked right through like it wasn’t even there. I think I kind of fainted after that. I do remember feeling hands so cold it hurt on parts of my body where they shouldn’t have been. I faintly remember that I finally did scream when it took a bite out of my thigh, then darkness.
I woke up about two weeks later in the hospital. My mom was by my side. I remember how she cried and held onto me before she went to find the doctor.
The doctor had a hard time explaining my injuries to me. He said I had frostbite on my breasts and buttocks but they had been able to save most of the tissue except for one breast. The bite marks were a little harder. I had been bitten all over and pieces of my flesh were gone. By the time the sheriff had found me, I had almost died from blood loss. They had turned that place upside down, but they didn’t find my missing parts. I knew they never would.
I left the hospital about a month after I woke up with a full disability pension. I never went back for my things and when the sheriff sent them to me, I had Mom burn them out back, unopened. I had nightmares and visited psychiatrist after psychiatrist who all tried to come up with some earthly explanation for what had happened. After a while, I quit going. I knew there was no earthly explanation.
Every Halloween, no matter where I moved or how far I ran, that thing found me again. It never hurt me as badly as it did that first time, but it always took a little piece of me away with it. I gave up praying a long time ago.
Tomorrow is October 31st. I won’t be here this year for its annual visit. Already I can feel the drugs I took taking effect. My muscles are weakening and I am having a hard time focusing. No, that devil ain’t gettin’ anymore pieces of Maizy this time around.