MOONS OF ABBEY 2 – A Paranormal Horror Story
October 8th, 1988 remains engraved in my memory just like a scar. My wife, Helena was in excruciating labour pains, her screams roaring through the night air and hospital corridors.
“Deep breaths ma’am,” the doctor persisted, her voice muffled behind her mask.
But Helena’s determination faltered. “I won’t make it”, she wept.
The doctor’s reassurance was steadfast. “You will. Just breathe.”
But her resolve crumbled the more, “I won’t doctor!’ she yelled, her body straining with each push.
“J…a…m…e…s,” she cried out for me but a plumpy nurse barred my entrance.
Her polite demeanor belied her firm stance. “Please remain calm, sir. The situation is… complicated.”
“Complicated?”, My agitation simmered. “What’s complicated is how long you’ll keep me from my wife.”
The doctor intervened immediately, her expression grave. “Mr. James, no need to cause a ruckus here. Please step into my office.”
I refused, my eyes locked on the door separating me from Helena. “Not until I see my wife.”
The doctor’s grip on my hand was insistent. “Please, sir.”
Reluctantly, I followed but outside her window, the full moon cast an eerie glow, illuminating the doctor’s somber face in what appeared to be a dichromatic office. One which had sturdy walls and neat white shelves.
“Mr. James,” she offered me a seat. “I must warn you: what I’m about to share may cause you nightmares. Receive it as a friend’s observation.”
“Doctor, is Helena okay?”, my impatience grew.
“Your wife’s… gone,’ she whispered, removing her mask.
Her lips were compressed in a careful bite which expressed deep regrets.
“In all my years,” she continued, “I’ve never witnessed anything like this.”
Tears streamed down my face. “Doctor, please, just tell me the truth.”
“We need to have you checked”, she intercepted.
“Why?” I gave a demanding look. “Was it a sexually transmitted disease that caused my wife’s death?”
“No, nothing like that”, she pulled off her glasses which displayed more of her emerald eyes under the fluorescent lamp. “Your wife passed away due to strange complications but the baby survived.”
“How?” my mind went hither and thither.
“Listen, sir…”, she gripped my wrists tightly. “None of my nurses are sane after witnessing it. A dark hand emerged from her uterus, delivering the child.”
“I know,” my eyes were downcast.
The doctor however was awestruck. “What do you mean you know?”
“My wife became five months pregnant overnight doctor!”, I heaved a sigh. “Yes it sounds stupid but I’m dead serious.”
“Mr. James”, she rose to her feet. “I’m not one for morbid jokes. Please tell me this is some twisted fantasy.”
I met her gaze, my eyes filled with conviction. “You saw it yourself, doctor. That child is not of this world. I really don’t know what demon spawned it but it’s not mine.”
“This is crazy”, her sweat-beaded face turned crimson with fear.
“What do we do now?” she leaned in.
I stood as well, my voice nothing but cold. “Is that even a question we should be debating? That thing killed my wife. Of course I’m going to kill it.”
“How can we…? I’m no preacher but I’m certain you can’t kill a demon”, the doctor folded her arms.
I smiled coldly. “That’s a myth. Bring the baby here Mrs Laura and i’ll end it.”
Torn between moral duty and the need to protect her staff, she picked up the telephone
“Kairi,” she instructed, “bring Mr. James’ baby to my office.”
The nurse swiftly complied as the knock on the door sent my heart racing.
“Here ma’am,” Kairi handed over the baby with trembling. “The mother has completely decomposed.”
I was taken aback by the horrible words uttered.
“Thank you,” Mrs Laura locked the door, her eyes fixed on me.
“If it’s a demon,” she swallowed hard, “no poison will kill it. What’s your plan, Mr. James?”
“Simple,” I produced a surgical knife from my pocket.
“Wait! You can’t just—”, the doctor panicked.
“Let’s keep this civilized,” I suggested, my smile twisted. “One jab to the heart.”
But it was the baby who spoke, its voice eerily mature.
“What?” I froze. “Did I —“
In an instant, the baby transformed into a five-year-old.
“Daddy,” her eyes locked onto mine, “Were you just planning my funeral?”
I stuttered apologies but with a snap of her tiny fingers, the doctor’s body disintegrated.
“I’m this body’s host,” the demon declared. “My name is Abbey and as long as your daughter remains ignorant of our truth, I’ll spare those around you.”
“No deal”, I stumbled backwards. “Why should I care what you’ll do to others around me?”
“Because……”, its smirk stood defiant. “….I can alter your structure. Make you a female object or worse, relive you through this moment for two hundred decades.”
“Why? Why me?”, I managed to speak through its grip on my face.
“Well”, Abbey gleamed. “Your words gave me life.”
