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Hey! This isn’t what I would usually post but I thought maybe someone would like this. (ignore the lack of empathy showed by the characters I am autistic and can’t/don’t know how to write empathy becuase I can’t show it)

Here is my Dystopian story I had to write for english (I got 88%) also it’s about 4000 words or 9 pages.

Content warnings! : G0re, d1sm3mberm3nt , Sk1nned Person/body, talk of being locked away in a mental hospital

Comment if you want more stories like this! Enjoy

Salt on the windowsill

“Grandma!” asked a small voice

“Yes my darling?” asked an old, wise voice, it was Grandma Betty.

“Why is there salt around the window sills and at the doors?” asked a small voice

“Well…”

This story starts when I was about 14-15 and our prime minister was Helen Dark. She was an evil person. Every time someone spoke out about her they would go missing and every one would forget about them except me. The first person who went missing was my year 9 maths teacher Miss Screecher. Well she definitely wasn't nice, she would smack rulers at the ends of our tables to scare us, she would scream at us in her horrible scratchy voice “HOW DARE YOU COME IN LATE.” and if you were late you would get locked in her cupboard.

But one day she started going on about how much she hated Helen Darks new rules about going to the eye doctor every 2-3 weeks. She kept yelling about the rules and about how stupid they were and how much she despised them. I was listening to her yell and screech while I sat alone in the cupboard she locked me in.

Until all of a sudden. Two large men in yellow hazmat suits appeared and roughly grabbed both her arms and tied her to the table, then they pulled out a suitcase and opened it inside was A large butcher's knife, a garbage bag, a silver soup spoon and a packet of wipes. Miss Screecher was yelling “LET ME GO!” then they pulled out the butches knife and started hacking off her arms you could hear her bone chilling screams for help and the loud thud her limbs made when each of them fell to the floor, blood poured out from out socket of where each of her legs and arms used to be. The next one held her head back as the other can grabbed the shiny silver soup spoon and put it up too her eye socket and started digging and scooping at her eye after a short period of time the first eye popped out and it was left dangling from her eye socket by the nerves, soon after he plunged the spoon right into her other eye and it went flying across the room and hit the wall.

I was frozen in place, I felt sick and I couldn't move, I was too scared, I was terrified, I couldn't breathe. Then the two men shoved the still alive eyeless and limbless Miss Screecher into the garbage bag they wiped up the blood and blew what looked like tiny shards of glass in each students eyes, except mine they didn't see me because I was still trapped in the closet Miss Screecher locked me in.

“Good morning class! So sorry I'm late, the traffic was horrible!” sung an unfamiliar voice and all the kids were just chatting and laughing? I was so confused on why no one was unfazed or upset about how Miss Screecher was just hacked apart in front of us and taken away.

Maybe it was that dust that they got blown into their eyes? I thought. Then I suddenly remembered I'm still locked in this cupboard so I banged and yelled desperately trying to get the teacher’s attention, finally the new teacher unlocked it. She looked sweet and kind. She had long blonde hair that was tied into a bun and she was wearing a knee length dress with maths symbols on it.

“Oh honey how did you get trapped in there?” she said in a sickly sweet voice as she pulled me out of the cupboard.

“Miss Screecher put me in here!” I said in an obviously scared tone.

“There is no one called Miss Screecher honey, it must have been a bully, stay here I'll be back in a tick!” she said again in her horribly kind tone.

A while later I found myself sitting in the councillors office desperately trying to convince the councillor Miss darlingson that I wasn’t crazy, she was an older lady around her late 5o’s to early 60’s she usually wore a long ankle length skirt and a colourful blouse.

“No no Miss darlingson I promise that what I'm saying is true Miss Screecher got hacked up into pieces by these strange men!” I begged Miss Darlingson to believe me.

“Okay, why don’t I give your mum a ring to come and pick you up?” Said Miss Darlingson as she slipped out of the room and picked up the phone and rang my mother

“This is Lucy Leghorn speaking”

Hello Miss Leghorn, this is Miss darlingson, I have your daughter in my office claiming a teacher got hacked to pieces, she's pretty upset could you come and pick her up please” whispered Miss Darlingson.

“Oh my yes I'll be right there” said my mother she sounded very concerned.

I could hear the whole conversation because Miss Darlingson often forgets to take the phone off speaker.

Miss Darlingson came back into the room “your mother will be here in 30 minutes” she explained.

I nodded my head in response after I stared at the wall. The previous event was flashing through my mind while I tried to make sense of what I saw. Suddenly I felt hot tears streaming down my face then I started to sob loudly.

“Betty, are you okay?” said my mother as she sat down next to me in the office.

“N-no one believes me… no believes what I saw,” I sobbed.

“It's okay honey, come on, let's get you home” my mother comforted me as she helped me into the car and drove me home.

Once we got to out house I climbed into bed went under my covers and hid I stayed like that for three days only coming out to go to the bathroom, my mother brought food to my bedroom otherwise I wouldn't eat and I barely slept because every time I closed my eyes I would have these recurring dreams or visions of Helen Dark telling me “If you tell anyone what you saw you will be next” and behind her in the background where things that i do not wish to say out loud.

After a few months I was feeling better although I definitely will not ever be able to forget what I saw. It was a Wednesday night. I had lost a baby tooth before school the previous morning so I put it in a glass on my nightstand and laid down and went to sleep but I was woken up by the sound of my bedroom window opening. I kept my eyes open enough to see, but it still looked like I was asleep. I saw what I could only describe as a green goblin, about the size of a tea kettle with wings. It was covered in oozing blisters and warts the size of a 50c coin, its rotting teeth were falling out. Then it plunged its green oozing hand into my glass which had my tooth in it and it put the tooth in a pouch. Then it flew away with great effort because of how fat it was compared to its small wings.

“Arghhh” it screamed as it touched my salt rock candle.

Then an idea sparked in my head: what if I sprinkle salt on my window sill and at the entrance of my door and floor vent then it would never be able to come in. so I snuck into the kitchen in the pitch black darkness and grabbed the table salt from the pantry and ran back to my room and sprinkled salt at the front of my door, on my windowsills and around my floor vent also for a little extra protection I pulled my bed away from the wall and sprinkled a ring of salt around it and my nightstand. Once I finished that my mother came into the room because she had been awoken by all the racket.

“Betty, darling, what on earth are you doing?” my mother asked in a very concerned tone.

“I’m protecting my room from the tooth monster!” I said in a very serious tone.

My mother told me to go back to sleep and we will talk about this in the morning but I knew she thought I was crazy, I knew she didn’t believe me, I knew for sure she was gonna have me locked up.

Once I woke up in the morning my mother was waiting for me in the kitchen.

“Betty come down to the kitchen please,” she said but something sounded off about her. She didn’t sound quiet just like her.

“No! You have to come to my room and step past the salt" I yelled in fear that Helen Dark or one of her minions could be impersonating my mother.

“Okay then,” she yelled back and I heard her getting closer as footsteps echoed in the hallway louder and louder until she was standing at my door.

I let out a sigh of relief as I realised it was my mother but I had to do one more test just to be sure.

“Touch the salt ring,” I demanded.

“Isn’t that a little unnecessary Betty?” my mother asked

“No, you need to do it to prove to me that you aren't one of them,” I replied in a stern and serious tone

“Okay then,” my mother replied as she bent over and placed her whole hand on the ring of salt.

“Now show me your hand,” I demanded, my mother outstretched her hand and I gasped as her hand had broken out in giant oozing blisters and the skin from her very hand was falling off in chunks onto the floor right outside my bedroom. Then she grabbed her forehead and peeled off her skin to reveal a horrid creature. It was a snake-like creature with human skin, two smiles, one with human teeth and one beneath which was just a thin closed mouth smile and soulless hollow eye sockets. It started hovering above the ground and clawing at the door frame desperately trying to break into the room.

“Come on Betty… LET ME IN” the monster screeched.

“NO!” I screamed as I ran and grabbed the salt container off my night stand and desperately threw the whole contents of the container on to the horrid beast.

“AHHHH,” it hissed and screamed as it slowly started melting away into a pile of mushy flesh and teeth on the ground. I fell to my knees as I started sobbing. I was so glad that I had killed at least one of these things. Then the realisation hit me, where is my real mother? So I ran into my mothers room and there laying on my bed was the skinned corpse of my mother. Her organs, muscles, nerves and bones were showing. I could see all the squishy and raw flesh that was once encased in her skin but now was raw and exposed. There was blood dripping from my mothers corpse. It was seeping into her bed sheets and pillow. It was dripping down the bed and leaking into the carpet making it a dark grey as its previous colour was a light grey.

“Mummy… no no please this can’t be real,” I cried as I climbed into bed with my mothers corpse hugging onto her, As blood transferred from her lifeless skinned body onto my red tear filled face, blood was also seeping into my baby blue cotton pyjamas making them turn a dark blue colour.

I snapped my eyes open and I found myself still in bed with my lifeless mothers body, but this time I didn't cry. I didn't feel anything. I was numb. I climbed out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom where I took a long hot shower scrubbing all the blood off my body. After I made my way to the garden shed where we kept the shovel, I then proceeded to dig a hole big enough to fit my mothers body. I then placed a blanket beside the bed on the floor. I then rolled her off the bed onto the blanket. She made a surprisingly loud thump as her stiff, cold and breathless body slammed onto the blood soaked carpet. I folded the blanket up and dragged her outside and through the grass to the 6ft deep hole I had dug for her.Then again I rolled her until she fell into the hole as she made a squelch when she landed because the rain moistened the ground and made it muddy and very slippery.

I made my way inside slowly, I thought about all the good times I had with my mother. I thought about how kind she was, how she always let me braid her long brown hair. I grabbed a armfull of firewood as I was coming inside, I kneeled down and placed the firewood down in a tower style with gaps to place some paper as a fire starter. I then grabbed a match and struck it hard against the side of the match box and a flame erupted from the end of the match. It was hot. I quickly dropped it into the fireplace and slowly but surely the paper started to catch on fire and next thing i knew i had myself a nice warm fire. I sat down and soaked in all the heat I could. I was cold from the rain outside and the lack of heat in the house.

I was becoming paranoid, every shadow I saw I was convinced was another one of those horrible and terrifying creatures and I was next on their list of victims to skin and impersonate. I was scared that it was going to find out where my best friend Abby lived and it was going to skin her and leave her skinned, bloody, cold and lifeless body for me to find, I was sure Helen Dark was coming for me at anytime she was going to appear and slaughter me either in my sleep or when I was conscious. I one hundred percent did not want to end up like my mother or Miss Screecher. I needed to go find Abby before they did.

I ran out my front door barefoot onto the street, the asphalt was slippery and wet, the rain was cold and harsh on the bare arms. My feet stung from the cold as I sprinted down the road desperately trying to get to my best friend's house as fast as humanly possible.

After 10 minutes of running and speed walking I finally saw Abby’s house. The lights were Off which was unusual. It was a Saturday at 10:30 am. I cautiously approached the front door and knocked three times.

“Hello? Abby, are you there?” I yelled.

Then I heard crying very loud and distraught. I tried opening the door and it was unlocked so I very carefully stepped inside. I started searching where the crying was coming from and as I set foot into Abby’s dining room I found a horrific scene Abby was hunched over on the floor clutching her left arm.

“A…Abby are you okay?” I ask with great concern.

“She cut off my arm!” Abby wailed as she turned around to face me and I saw from her elbow down Abby’s arm was hacked off, there was blood pouring out from the gaping wound. Underneath Abby was a ginormous pool of blood.

“Who did this to you?” I asked and I knelt down with her and used her jacket as a tourniquet.

“Some tall scary woman she kind of looked like…Helen Dark” she told me as she whispered the last part.

As soon as I got Abby all cleaned up as best I could and sewed her arm shut with a sewing kit we found in the closet, I asked her.

“Where is your mum?”

“I don’t know, I haven't seen her since that woman showed up” Abby said, her voice shaking from pain.

“How about your dad?” I asked hoping to get a good answer

“Same thing he’s been missing since the lady showed up” Abby explained again

Then a great idea sparked in my head, I needed to google “how to summon skin snakes”. The only thing that came up was a strange looking website so I clicked on it and all it had was short instructions and a list on the list was. Table salt, and two candles. The instructions were to sprinkle the table salt into two rings one small and a bigger one around it, then place the two candles one on the top of the bigger circle and one on the bottom of the little circle.

So I rushed into Abby’s kitchen and quickly grabbed the table salt. Next I took two candles from the bathroom and a lighter from the fireplace shelf.

“Okay, Abby help me make the two circles of salt” I said as I started making the first circle while Abby made the second. While Abby was finishing up the last circle I got to work placing and lighting the candles. We both stepped back as all the lights started to flicker and a whirlpool of air formed in the middle of the two circles.

“WHO DARES TO SUMMON ME!” screeched a voice then a skin snake appeared out of the air.

“I want you to take me to your boss Helen Dark!” I demand in a somewhat confident tone.

“YOU WANT TO SEE MY BOSS YOU SAY? WELL I CAN TAKE YOU THERE IF YOU GIVE ME A HUMAN SACRIFICE” screamed the monster as a cruel smile ran across its face.

“Okay,” I agree but I am not sure where to find a human sacrifice. We walk around the street desperately looking for a sacrifice then I find it a perfect candidate. A lonely old lady was just standing outside watering her flowers so Abby and I snuck up behind her and I raised my first to give her a hard smack to the back of her head. The old lady crumples to the floor.

“Quickly Abby grabs her legs,” I sternly say as I grab her arms and we quickly drag her back to Abby’s house. It was a struggle though because she was quite heavy. Once we got back inside I heard the creature.

“I SMELL A HUMAN SACRIFICE,” it yelled it in a horrible scratchy voice

“We have what you asked for, now take us to your boss!” I demand

“JOIN ME IN THE CIRCLE” yelled the beast.

Abby and I jumped into the circle where we were met by a horrible rotten smell and started spinning faster and faster till we both lost consciousness.

My eyes snapped open as I was awoken by loud screaming.

“AHHHH IT HURTS PLEASE LET ME GO,” screamed a voice they sounded like they were in tremendous pain. I slowly stood up, Abby was no were to be seen so I followed the screaming. The floor was slippery and mushy, I looked down and I saw the floor was made up of bits of human flesh, bones, and mud. I turned the corner and I saw a horrible scene. There was my teacher Miss Screecher hanging by the back of her neck in a butcher's hook, her arms and legs were still missing and now she just looked like a stump of a human with no hope or happiness left.

“Miss Screecher?” I asked in a concerned voice.

“Who is that?” she said her voice just above a whisper and she sounded weak.

When I turned around I found more body parts. This time there were buckets of them labelled arms, legs, eyes and heads and in each was a sick collection of bloody and banged up body parts. None of them looked like they came off easy.

“Hello Betty.”Said a blunt voice.

“Who are you?” I said as I turned around to see Helen Dark.

“Oh you know who I am, I heard you needed to see me?” Helen said in an evil tone.

“Yes I need you to stop I need you to go back to where you belong,” I hopefully demanded

“Oh if only it was that easy,” Helen trailed off. “Well tell you what if you can get to the heart of my nest and kill all of my eggs I'll go away for good,” an evil smile appeared on her face.

I gave her a nod as she disappeared. Now somehow I had to find my way to the heart of this place, I started by grabbing a carving knife I found by the body parts and I set off. It felt like I had been walking for hours until I came across my first enemy, a skin snake but this time I had no salt, only the knife I had in my hand. So I crouched down and tried to sneak up behind it but I saw me so I just stabbed it right in the face repeatedly until this black liquid started oozing out of its wounds. The liquid was thick like honey but smelt like death, the skin snake fell to the floor. I had finally killed my first monster down here.

After countless hours and so many monsters I finally made it to the heart of the nest. I saw so many of what I think were eggs but they were the size of a soccer ball and there were about three dozen of them. I started slicing them open one by one and killing whatever animal or monster that was inside but as I got to the last one Helen appeared.

“You really thought I would just leave that easy?” she said as she let out a big loud laugh. I scowled as I knew what I now had to do so I charged at her with my knife in hand and got in a few stabs before she broke free. She ran at me scratching me with her claws but then I grabbed a hold of her hands and cut them off. They surprisingly cut off super easy.

“Ahh you stupid child” she yelled in pain.

I then kicked her down while she was clutching her handless arms and stabbed her right in the top of the head. The same black death liquid oozed out of the wound in her head. I could now see inside of her head there was only the black goo no brain nothing.Then she exploded into a big beam of light.

“Jump in child you are safe now.” said a kind sounding voice.

I reluctantly went in, the bright light blinded me but I kept walking until I appeared back in my house but everything was fixed except my mother and best friend were nowhere to be found. So I tried to get on with life but some days I still see them all in my dreams including Helen Dark, so that is why there is always salt on my window sill.

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