Violent blasts of hot air threatened the sky which was full of dark masses of cloud hanging over Brenton Village. Now and then forks of lightning flashed in the distance, plunging an isolated house, fringed by fields and woodland into darkness. Sitting by the window, facing the fireplace, Aleah shivered from to time to time. She sat with a diary on her lap, holding a note. Recognizing the slanting handwriting, she began to read.
‘As you're a young woman, you're old enough now to understand, to face the truth. It's high time you knew the truth about your life. Who killed your adoptive parents? What was the real nature of your adoptive father? Why did we bring you up, protect you? All you need to know is in the diary - especially in the page marked by the book-mark. Read on but only if you wish.
sharp stab of pain struck her full in the chest. ‘What! Killed... the real nature... to protect me... but from whom or what? She was totally mystified by the words. A stream of thoughts and deep anxiety flooded over her.
believe it. No way! She shouted, squeezing the paper. ‘I've lived a lie for 25 years'.
Large and thin and with papyrus-like pages, the diary was covered with simulated, worn out leather. She went straight to the page that was marked and suddenly she panicked, wrinkling her nose in disgust as she looked at the picture. Where there should have been one face and two arms, there weren't. Reflected in an ornate mirror, a slim body held out four thin arms outstretched as if to grab you. Four screaming, lined faces topped the demon's body framed by long, hair flying.
‘How could this diary, or even this awful creature, and I be directly linked? She asked herself, looking puzzled.
She peered at the picture, her face becoming as white as a sheet as it vanished before her eyes. Startled by the sight she leapt off the sofa. Shaken by what must have been a trick of light, she glanced at the book on the carpet and froze with fear; what she saw was more than just unexpected. It was unreal; the demon had left the image.
She whirled round nervously and scanned the living room before hurrying upstairs. Everything seemed to be as usual until she heard the bathroom door creaking on its hinges as it opened a crack. A deep haze of steam escaped and filled the landing.
A chill passed through her.
‘It can't be real. Demons don't exist in the real world,' she told herself and, steeling herself, she poked at the door. Popping her head around it, the mist seemed to be dissipating and she stepped in. All at once her eyes filled with fear as the letters ‘R...E...V...E...N...G...E' appeared one by one on the mirror, and she broke out in a cold sweat. Before her the reflection of her body was terribly emaciated, floating in the air and was drawing nearer. Aleah saw her own face, embodied in the demon, disfigured a ghastly white with black irises and sniggering at her. Shocked by the scene, she stepped backwards on trembling legs as the demon manifested, stretching out an arm and scratching her brown face with its spine-like nails.