I've always heard many legendary folklores from my grandmother. She often tells them when me and my younger siblings were kids, as attempts to teach us to behave well. Such as the boogie man, who comes into the dreams of all those kids who lies. Pandora, my sister was often the most effected by the tales. She later developed a phobia for being alone, especially in the dark. Henry and I brushed if off, as if they were just ludicrous tales to scare stupid kids. I sometimes felt annoyed by our sister's pushy behaviour.
By the time I turned 16, my sister was 15 and Henry was 13, we were all evicted from our homes. Our father was a single parent, who decided we might as well share a rented home with another family. The masons were a family of three. They warmly welcomed us into their home, as I realized how old the couple were. The mother was almost 70, and the father was way older than 70. Both of which could have been grandparents. Their 12 year old daughter, who astounded us even more to begin with, was in her room. Their house had over 10 different bedrooms. We knew they were wealthy, yet grim.
"Wow.............she's your daughter?!!" Henry said with astonishment, as well winced at him for politeness.
"Sorry about him, he's just a 13 year old........." Pandora said, while rolling her eyes at him.
"Children, we would be staying here for at least a month. Before I can find my next job," our father said in a stern tone. "I expect you three make their daughter feel special."
"But...........this place is kinda hectic," Pandora complained, as she began pacing back and forth. "I don't like how dark it is!"
"Pandora!! The Masons are very generous to have us for the month. So I expect you kids to be extra benevolent towards their daughter. Or else there's no canteen money. Is that clear?" our father sounded like he was going to yell again.
Mrs. Mason showed us to their daughter's room. A girl who was called Petronella. From the first glance, she appeared like any typical 12 year old girl, with a classy sense of fashion. Her curly dark hair was braided into two buns, wearing a lacy light pink dress. She had a rather elegant demeanor, especially when her mother told her to greet us. I could tell that my brother was blushing badly. Pandora and I were often labelled as "intuitive women". We were usually the ones that instantly sensed something was wrong. This time, I definitely felt it. It was impossible to put any fingers on it.
For the next two weeks, we went to school and did our schoolwork like typical. We got to know that Petronella was homeschooled by their parents. They did not even allow tutors to come in. Our father once suggested on her going to school with us. In which they responded in a way that almost sounded like an offense. She was a rather secluding and introverted girl, so we thought it would be best to give her some space Given that we were visitors after all, to her.
However, as the weeks went by, I noticed something was truly eerie about her. She did not come down for supper. Even though her mother made it clear that she was just shy from us. Just to give her some space, our father decided we would eat our supper in our rooms. Yet she still didn't show up in the dining room, as I once peeped.
"What's wrong with her?" Pandora whispered to be one particular night. "I mean, something is off with their daughter!"
"I think she's psychological disturbed," I replied, trying to keep my distressing voice down. Knowing our brother was sleeping next door. "This's what happens when you have children at 60!"
"I mean, this whole place is giving me a very perturbing vibe!" Pandora complained, despite knowing the Masons were close. "Can't daddy just get a new job?"
"We'll be out of here as soon as he can," I muttered sternly. "For now, let's just try to enjoy our time here. She's just a girl, probably with some mental issues. What harm can she do?" I rhetorically said, knowing I was fabricating.
The night would shock us to this day. And the main reason our father no longer rents homes with other owners. The girl came into Henry's room in the middle of the night. He was sleeping soundly at the time, and she stripped off and went into his bed. He woke up in the middle of the night, just to feel the girl wrapping her limbs around him. He instantly felt his genital areas going wet, while figuring out of it was just a dream. The girl whispered something into his ears. He felt enraptured yet frantic at the same time. Nevertheless, he did not want his sisters to know about this, so he kept quiet.
"Shh......it's okay," the girl said in a very feminine and soft way.
"Ah..........you.........okay. Why don't you ever show up anyways?" Henry quietly asked. "I mean, it's not like we would ever judge you or anything. Pandora and Cendall might...........my sisters are mean!"
"They're just lovely. Honestly though, my motivation comes from thinking about you," Petronella said.
Henry felt her climbing ontop of him, sitting on his abdomen area. A million thoughts were racing through his mind. The main one was about the fact that they could end up doing it, despite at a minor age. He turned on the lamp light, knowing that it would be easier for him. He was mesmerized by the beauty of her, so his mind froze for a minute. Suddenly, the beautiful dark brown hair turned into horns. Her face became hairer and hairer. Her legs were still around his torso, but they resembled that of a goat. He felt paralyzed.
We heard a mortifying scream from next door, as I got up to see. In my brother's room was the girl. For some reason, she managed to transform back to her human form. I simply saw her without clothes and sitting on my brother. I knew it was illegal, yet his frantic breathing told me something more was going on. The girl blushed when I came in. She simply got off him and walked out. Henry was almost breathless. I did not believe him for once, knowing he was just trying to deny the fact that he had sex with a minor.
Two days went by. I only ever told our sister, knowing that he would get into trouble if we told them off. One particular night, our father was out on another late shift at work. The Masons went to the supermarket, and it took them a chaotic amount of time. Pandora and I went into the girl's room, wanting to find out more about what happened that night. I was fully aware that she could've taken advantage off our brother. But I knew it was not like what he had told us.
There she was, sitting in her usual chair and staring out the window. Pandora was already saturated with anxiety, as I could tell.
"Petronella.........we just wanted to ask you what happened," I asked in a benevolent and soft manner. "Our brother is shivering, and he refuses to come down this corridor. As sisters, we just wanted to make sure he was fair."
"Good, let him be!!" Petronella muttered.
"So.........what exactly happened. I just want to know the truth," I asked again, gesticulating for silence at Pandora.
"Every time...........every time a boy likes me, I scare them away," Petronella muttered, I could tell she was silently choking with tears.
"We're so sorry!!" Pandora said.
As she was walking closer to touch her, she noticed something was wrong with her arm. It appeared more like limbs from an animal. She slowly turned her head towards us. Her face was now abnormally hairy, with hair that were too dark to be that of a human. I knew she was a demon, regardless of my own beliefs. She took off her shoes, and I could see her legs. She slowly approached us. Pandora and I backed away, as fast as possible. Unlike the horror movies, she was rather calm and melancholic. Out of my intuition, I knew she was meaning no sinister intentions. However, my sister was already to sprint any second.
"Why do I have to be like this?!!!" she suddenly cried out. "Being homeschooled my whole life, forbidden to see anyone............everyone who sees me become mortified! When will it end?!!"
"Run!!' Pandora cried out, before running down the corridor. I remained stiff, just out of curiosity.
"It's okay..........it's okay!" I said, trying to show my peace. "I'm not going to say anything, nor am I going anywhere. Just want to know what happened to you. If that's okay.........."
"I was born to a goat...........!!!" she cried out. "My father was a person, so I remain like one when I'm calm. When I get intense joy, anger or sadness, I become like this!! Those people, aren't my real parents!! They're people from the SCP," I could tell she was being genuine.
"I.........I'm so sorry that happened to you. You don't deserve to be mistreated like this," I said, feeling slightly agitated the step she approaches at me.
" I just wanted your brother to set me free. To show me that someone loves me for me.......but he can't even do that!!" she yelled.
The goatman was getting taller, as it no longer resembled anything of a 12 year old girl. I was oblivious to the next action that would be taking place right in front of me. The creature incessantly began twitching, as I could hear bones softly cracking up. The neck flipped to a 180 degree angle, enough to convince me that it was self-destructive. It leaped at me without any preparation. Before I knew it, I could feel my flesh being torn apart. As the teeth digged into my neck. I knew that I was bleeding, for I could smell the stench of the rotten teeth with my own blood. My sister ran at me, using a chair to strike at the creature. It fell to the ground.
"This is ludicrous!!" our father later said, while we explained what we could to him. "You three ought to be nicer. The Masons are doing us a nice favor here!!"
"But dad......why would I lie about it........the mark, it's still here!" I insisted. Knowing that he would pay much attention towards it.
"You were bitten by a goat, that's what it showed on the tapes!!" he yelled, while walking off. "It was an accident, nothing to do with the sweet 12 year old girl.
The next few days, the Masons became more distant towards us. The three of us knew that it would be the esafest to lock our doors at night. And avoid home as much as possible.
Until one particular night, something changed the way we perceive outsiders forever. We were sitting in the lounge room, when we heard an excruciating yell coming from the room at the end of the corridor upstairs. The Masons couple were out for the night, and requested our father to keep a guide over their daughter as well. When we got into the room, my nostrils were already filtrated with the obnoxious stench. The door was halfway opened, and I could see red liquid coming out from it.
"Hello?!!" Henry asked in a rather gallant and sharp way. "What's going on in there.............." we both heard our brother's gasp.
When we got inside, we saw something that would forever change the way we perceive intruders. Our father was there, his carcasses being ripped into half. With intestine-like parts coming out from the upper half of his torso. His eyeballs were stiffened, while both his eyes were opened when he died. His mouth was slightly opened as well, indicating that he might've been calling out for support. Next to him was the most perturbing figure I've ever seen. The body was so grotesquely mutilated that of a goat. We're now orphans, and I would've preferred to keep it that way.
After our father's death, the Masons offered to take us in as their own.