The First Maiden

The continuous sound of crayon on paper filled the aircraft, as the whole aisle was quiet and asleep except the hostess who was making the usual routine check to ensure the passengers comfort. She was drawn to the overhead light from seat 16, as she approach from the rear, she could see the coloring of what could possibly be a six year old hand’s work. ‘What are you working on’ the hostess asked smiling trying to strike up a conversation with the young artist.
The painter looked up, the hostess bewildered look was like one who had seen the devil. The six year old wasn’t a six year old, the six year old was the hostess, the six year old had fierce blood shot eyes and blood streaming out of them like tears, a large gash on her cheek from which the teeth were visible, a cracked skull and a visible maggot infested brain. Her brain rang like a bell, ‘ding ding ding’. ‘What possibly could this be?’ She thought in her alarm. The gory half-dead ‘self replica’ hostess raised the painting towards the alarmed, half frightened-to-death hostess ‘HE WANTS YOU’ was written boldly and covered in blood. The painting began speaking in low distorted whispers which grew louder intermittently and occasionally the words ‘HE WANTS YOU’ was audible.
The hostess woke up with a scream and a jump. ‘Wheww’ heaving a sigh of relief it had been but a dream. The preacher’s constant repetition of ‘he wants you, Jesus wants you’, those words that had given her the fright of her life turned out to not only being disturbing but frightening as well. Turning off the TV, she strolled awake but sleeping into the kitchen pondering what the dream could have meant. The tug on her feet made her jump yet again, it was her cat saying ‘goodmorning’. It had something in its mouth; after what seemed to be an entire life time of struggle the cat gave up the object to go look for a better price.
The object was a figurine given to her by an aunt during her last visit to the village. The figurine that had been passed down from generations to every first born female in her family. A good luck figurine that had brought every kind of luck but good. Her cousin had it but she mysteriously went missing.
A loud bang brought her back; she rushed to the direction of the noise. The living room was quiet but then she noticed her cat staring at the floor at a corner; she approached with caution calling the cat to move away. The sight she saw sent chills down her spine, a decayed cat and dozens of figurines similar to that which she held. To exacerbate the situation, the cat turned around, its small tiny eyes glowed and it muttered in a deep bass voice ‘HE WANTS YOU’.
Bang! She blacked out and awakened to a world that will never again be the same.