23 CRADLE OF FILTH  

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6/11/2006 2:51 am

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23 CRADLE OF FILTH

23 CRADLE OF FILTH
This Story Influenced By The Death Metal Band Cradle Of Filth
The telephone frightened me when it first rang that night. I was all alone in the house, and I had just curled up with a book of true horror stories. My parents, you see, were away for the weekend. The ringing of the phone seemed like an intruder tapping at the window of my private little world. I let the telephone ring five more times, trying to ignore it. I knew it couldn't be my parent's, and I didn't feel like talking with anyone else. But the rings went on and on, jangling my nerves. Finally, I picked up the receiver and said, "Hello." A woman whose voice I didn't recognize began talking very fast. She apologized for bothering me on such short notice and then said that she was desperate for a baby-sitter. She and her husband had recently moved into town, and they had just been invited to an important business dinner. She asked if I could please take care of their six-month-old son while they were gone. When I hesitated to say yes, the woman quickly offered to pay me more than the usual fee. She said the dinner would last from nine P.M. to one A. AM. , just four hours. And when she named the amount of money she was willing to pay, I didn't even think twice. I agreed to baby-sit immediately. The woman said she would be over to pick me up in twenty minutes and then quickly hung up the phone. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was 8:30. That didn't give me much time to get ready. A nervous queasiness started in my stomach, and I suddenly wished that I had never agreed to take the job. It paid a lot of money, but everything had been so rushed and confused. Then I realized with a shock that I didn't even have the woman's address or telephone number. All I knew about her was her name Mrs. Ra dual. I ran up to my room and pulled a warm school jersey over my T shirt and jeans. I kept getting the creepy feeling that I had made a terrible mistake. But what could I do? I didn't have the woman's number to call her and cancel. And she would be showing up at my house in just a short time. By 8:50, I was waiting at the front door. I had turned on the outside porch lights and put a house key in my jeans pocket. As I looked down the rainy street, I saw a long black car pull up to the curb. It waited there, its engine purring like a black cat. For a few seconds, I wanted to run upstairs and hide in my bed. But I steeled my nerves and walked out the front door, locking it carefully behind me. I ran through the drizzly rain out to the car and reluctantly opened the front passenger's door. As the interior lights came on, I saw the driver. She had a very, pale face and long, thick, black hair. She curled her deep, red lips into an artificial smile. "I'm Mrs. Ra dual. Thank you so much for helping us out tonight." I said hello and stood in the rain by the open door, hesitating. "Please get in," Mrs. Ra dual said. "We don't have much time." I slipped into the leather cushion seat and pulled the door shut, trapping me inside like a helpless animal. A second later, Mrs. Ra dual took off down the street, accelerating to over the speed limit. I leaned back in the seat and nervously stared out the rain-streaked windshield, at the passing houses. "You will love our little Damien," she said with a slight Romanian accent that I hadn't noticed before. "He's only six months old, but already he's very intelligent." "I look forward to meeting him," I said politely. "Is he still awake?" "No, no, little Damien went to sleep an hour ago," she said. "But he'll wake up in time for his midnight feeding. Don't worry; he'll let you know when he's hungry." I turned my eyes back to the dark road ahead of us and tried to relax. Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad after all. The baby would stay asleep until midnight, and I could read my true horror stories book until then. We drove on through the rain to the outskirts of town. The car tires squealed as Mrs. Ra dual turned off the main road into a long, winding lane. I tried to figure out where we were, but I had lost my sense of direction in the dark night. Suddenly, we came around a curve and pulled up in front of a huge old house surrounded by towering fir trees and weeping willows. Two old fashioned gas lamps burned in front of it, illuminating the front and throwing off strange, distorted shadows. The house was painted a dark gray with dark green trim around the windows. The top floor was made up of strangely shaped gables, and the roof came to a high peak at the top like a witch's hat. I was sure that I had never seen this place before, because if I had, I never would have baby-sat there. My stomach was starting to feel sick, and I wished I could call my mom and dad to come pick me up. Just then, my car door was pulled open, and I saw Mrs. Ra dual standing by it, staring at me impatiently. "Come along dear," she said tensely. "We really must hurry. My husband doesn't like to be late for dinner engagements." Her voice had a commanding erotic quality that made me obey her, even though I didn't want to. I followed her up the steps to the front door, which was made of heavy, carved oak. She put a large, steel key in the lock and pushed it open. We stepped into a narrow entrance hall that was dimly lit by real candles in wall sconces. They threw flickering shadows onto the dark walls that were covered with a black and red brocade paper. Mrs. Ra dual flicked on an overhead chandelier when she saw the look of alarm on my face. "Don't worry: you'll feel at home soon once you've been here for awhile," she said, smiling wickedly. "The baby's bedroom is on the second floor, and the kitchen is in the back of the house. You can settle down in the study through that door over there, until Damien wakes up." As she rattled off her instructions, I heard the sound of footsteps creaking on the staircase. Looking up, I saw a tall, thin man wearing a black tuxedo coming down the steps. In his lapel he wore a red carnation that contrasted with the unnaturally white pallor of his skin. As I met his intense dark gaze, I dropped my eyes to the floor. A terrible thought had crept into my mind. What if he was the one to take me home later that night? "We must go now," Mr. Ra dual said the moment he saw his wife. "Remember to feed Damien at midnight," Mrs. Ra dual instructed me. "And, oh yes, one important thing. Do not open the curtains in his room. His eyes are very light sensitive." They were both out of the door before I could say anything more than good-bye. I heard the black car pull away down the drive. Then, suddenly, I realized I was alone in a strange house baby-sitting for a child that I'd never seen. I hurried to the front door and checked that it was locked tightly. I started up the stairs to find the baby's room and to make certain that he was all right. I desperately hope that he was still asleep so I could have three hours of peace and quiet before the midnight feeding. As I climb the staircase, my heart began to beat faster. The hall ahead was dark and shadowy. I walked quickly to the end, where a door was slightly ajar. Softly, I pushed it open and peeked inside. In the reddish glow of the nightlight, I saw a tall, wooden baby crib. Very quietly, I moved across the room toward the crib and leaned over to look inside. A beautiful baby boy, lay there with his face turned up to mine. He had perfect features crowned with a thick head of dark hair. Suddenly, as though he sensed my presence, Damien opened his dark, mystic eyes and stared up at me for a long minute. I stood still, hypnotized by his mysterious gaze, until he closed his eyes again and went back to sleep. Still smiling from the sight of his sweet, innocent face, I walked back down the staircase. The Ra dual's and their house gave me the creeps, but I loved baby Damien. I picked up my bag and walked into the study that Mrs. Ra dual had pointed to. The room was paneled in dark wood and filled with huge overstuffed chairs and two black leather couches. I sat down in a chair beside the only lamp that was in the room, and turned it on. It spread a pool of golden light around me but left most of the room in shadows. I opened the bag to find my book of true horror stories and realized that I had left it at home in my rush to get ready. Frustrated, I stood up and walked over to a book-lined wall. I pulled out one book after another, but they were all in a foreign language that I didn't recognize. Just then, a crack of thunder shook the air, followed by a jagged streak of lightning. I walked up to one of the red-curtained windows and pulled aside the heavy drapes. The fir trees and weeping willows outside were swaying in the wind, and rain was lashing down against the house. Suddenly, I wanted to talk to someone -- my parents, my friends, anyone. I started to search the dark corners of the study for a telephone. It didn't make any sense, but I couldn't find one anywhere. I walked out into the huge hallway and looked, but none was there, either. The feeling of desperation that had been lurking in my mind began to grow into panic. I ran across the hallway toward the dark living room. Stepping inside, I ran my hands along the wall, trying to find a light switch. Then suddenly I tripped over something that moved away into the darkness. I screamed and ran back into the study, huddling into the red chair under the pool of light. I curled my feet up under me and covered my face with my hands. Then I started to cry in sobs that shook my body.--- Wailing screams drifted in and out of my dreams until I suddenly woke up and looked around in panic. For a second, I didn't know where I was. Then it all came back to me in a rushing wave. I was at the Ra dual's house, and I had fallen asleep in the study. The screams were coming from upstairs, where poor little Damien was crying for his midnight feeding. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 12:15. How long had the baby been crying before I woke up? I jumped up and ran through the hallway back to the dark kitchen, listening to his whimpering echo through the house. As I flicked on the light in the kitchen, I saw a large rat -- or was it a rat? -- scurry across the floor and hide under a cabinet near the refrigerator. Quickly, I ran to the refrigerator and pulled open the door. One baby bottle filled with dark juice sat on the top shelf. I searched everywhere for another bottle filled with milk but couldn't find one. Finally, I picked up the juice bottle that contained the strange liquid, ran for the staircase, and pounded up the steps with my heart in my throat. As I walked into baby Damien's room, I saw his silhouette standing up against the bars of the Crib. The moment he saw me, he stopped crying and reached out his arms for the bottle. I gave it to him and watched as he took long, deep drinks of the dark juice. A rush of relief flooded through my body. The baby was all right; he had just been screaming from hunger. I searched the room for a lamp or wall switch so I could see baby Damien better. Finally I walked over to the windows that were covered with heavy drapes. I remembered Mrs. Ra dual's warning not to open them. But she must have meant before the feeding, in case the light would wake Damien. I reached up and pulled back the drapes from the window behind the crib. Looking out at the sky, I saw that the clouds had cleared away after the storm, and a full moon was shining in the sky. Its silvery light shone down on Damien standing in his crib. The baby turned around with the bottle in his mouth and stared up at the moon. Then I heard a strange thumping sound on the window just behind baby Damien's head. I walked closer and saw the shape of a bat's body pressed against the glass, peering in at the baby. As I shrank back in disgust, a second bat also landed on the glass. The baby seemed fascinated by their weird, humanlike faces staring back at him in the moonlight. He suddenly threw his bottle out of the crib onto the floor and leaned closer to the window. I walked over to where the bottle had fallen and picked it up. There were only a few drops of the thick, dark juice left, and I noticed that the nipple had tiny holes in it. Just then, Damien turned around to stare at me and began to cry in long, loud sobs. He reached his arms out to be picked up. I bent over his crib and took him in my arms. Immediately, he stopped crying and clung to my chest. Behind me, I heard another bad land on the window with a thump. I saw Damien's dark, shining eyes staring at them in the light of the full moon. Then I lifted him up to my shoulder to pat his back. As I drew his head near my neck, I felt his soft body go suddenly rigid. A strange hiss came from his little mouth into my ear. And, just as I finally understood, I felt his four tiny fangs sinking deep into my neck.


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