Without a sound the translucent tear fell from Mary’s eye falling on to the paper work on the table.
“Take your time Mrs Wheeler” said the Doctor sitting opposite. Mary wiped away another tear, took a deep breathe and scribbled her signature on the bottom of the form.
“Thank you” the Doctor said sincerely, “your son will be ready to go home tomorrow”
Mary nodded looking down, more tears fell from her red bloodshot eyes. It had been 3 days since the results came back, Mary’s son Evan was incurable and had only a few days to live.
Apart from the illness, Evan was a normal eight year old. He loved comics, football and computer games. Mary was sure to make the last few days he lived as comfortable and happy as possible.
It was a cold and misty Sunday morning when Evan was transferred home. As he looked out the window of the car, he saw people of all ages walking the streets towards the old church that the city was built around. The graveyard seemed full of people which was strange. As the traffic slowed down the car past an old withered man in a brown overcoat, as the car got closer he turned and looked at Evan. The old mans eyes locked onto Evan and he stared at him with glowing red pupils but as Evan was so weak and tired it passed so quickly his attention soon became attached to the new computer games his mother had got him.
Mary carried Evan into the house, his eyes felt heavy and although he was excited to be home, the journey from the hospital had tired him out. Mary had set up a bed in the lounge so that Evan did not have to be stuck in his room all day and night. This way he could be the centre of attention, watch TV and play on his computer as well as not have the trouble of being moved around the house.
When Evan woke, he found that he had been sleeping in the cold and quiet lounge. He sat up and saw that outside the mist had not disappeared. The living room felt eerie, which Evan had never felt before, He tried to shout “ Mum” but it came out a whisper. He waited for a few minutes before calling again. Still no answer. Painfully Evan lifted himself out of the bed. His bare feet touched the cold wooden floor, which sent shivers throughout his frail body. With all his effort he pushed himself out of the bed, and he shuffled himself into the corridor. The corridor was long, hollow and cold, to his right a grandfather clock stood near the front door, which seemed to be allowing a cold breeze to pass all away along tugging at Evans blue pajamas.
He called for his mother again, he looked left to the kitchen, it looked dark and uninviting, there was no movement. His legs seemed to ache, tired and wobbly, He held onto the dado rail and waited a little longer for his mother to appear, but she did not. After one more call for his mother, Evan slowly turned around and headed back for his bed.
The living room had seemed to have got darker, the mist outside was really thick and menacing, Evan almost felt as if the mist was coming through the window. As he climbed into bed he saw a dark figure in the window out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head, but no one was there, as he turn his head back to look at his bed, the old man from outside the church was lying in his bed. Evan screamed in total fear and jumped backwards falling onto the cold wooden floor. The mist seemed to be seeping through the floor boards and up around Evans body. Shaking he tried to shuffle his whole body back wards away from the old man, who began to rise out of the bed. As he rose, he ripped away the brown coat, and began to change from a frail old man into a huge, muscled demon. On his head grew two huge horns, like the tusks of a elephant, his eyes were red and menacing, his ears were small and pointy, his nose was just two holes placed a few inches from his eyes. The scariest part of his face was his mouth, so huge it took up almost half his face, his teeth were large, pointy and sharp. From the neck down, the demon was pure muscle, he was huge and veiny.
Evan shook in absolute fear, the mist around him, seemed to hold him down and the demon towered above him. The demon starred into Evans eyes, his arm moved forward and started to reaching for him and as that happened Evan felt himself being elevated into the air by the cold mist. As he became eye level with the Demon its clawed hand grabbed onto Evans arm.
Suddenly Evan felt like he was being shaken.
“Wake up Evan, Wake up, Oh lord please no”
Evan opened his eyes to see his mother sitting by his bed shaking him shouting.
“Oh thank god, I thought….”
Evan sat up and rubbed his eyes. The living room still dark, He looked to the window, and saw that it was still misty outside. His heart began to slow down as he looked at his mother.
“Are you alright my dear” Mary Said stroking the hair away from Evan’s forehead.
Evan looked down at his shaking hands and then looked up at his mother “yeah” he said.
“Good, Let me get you some warm milk my love” said Mary as she stood up.
Evan looked at her as she got up and as she walked away he noticed the reflection of himself in the TV of him lying in the bed, as he starred thinking about what he had just dreamed about he noticed a dark figure standing behind his bed. Then another in the corner of the room, then under the bed and one behind the sofa.
He started to shake as he realised that they were here for one reason only. They had come to collect him.
Evan took a deep breath ad then mumbled under his breath “I don’t give a damn about living or dying anymore; all I care about is taking as many of those demons back to hell as I can”