Within the Ruins of Sanity (short story, redone)

Within the Ruins of Sanity

I see now the story of which I can not awake from. I am Zack Cent, a college student who has no real family outside of my little sister who lives in a orphanage just south of here. Every weekend I go and see her. We spend hours playing games and having fun. But as she got older and now that I am a senior in college, we have begun to drift farther apart.
I decided, just three days ago that we should have a family weekend, and go to the local haunted trail. We decided that it would be fun to see some of the remaining family, my aunt and uncle, who want to adopt my sister and bring her into a good home. The only thing keeping this from happening is the financial thing. And the fact that my uncle was part of some secret brotherhood of religious fanatics, who believe in the art of exorcism.
I decided, when the time comes where I can, I will take in my sister, so that she would have a home where she can be a normal sixteen year old girl and not be subject to the abuse she gets from some of the girls at the home. I wanted to help her escape that, to get to a place where she will be safe, and be able to thrive in a non hostile environment.
We started the drive at five in the morning, going towards the old haunt trail. It is a tourist trap, people go there hoping to catch sight of the La Rain ghost, the ghost of a thirteen year old girl who killed her mother, father, and three siblings. She then went to the cliff that over looks the trail and jumped, falling the hundred feet to her death.
I love this place, and we planned on spending the night here in a cabin and watch old horror movies. We arrive at the local town of La Rain a hour later, and we find the man we rented the cabin from, Mr. Mike Asland. He was wearing all black, and he handed us the keys. He told us to be wary and wait till sun rises to get out of the cabin, and to leave the outside lights on at all times.
We found this highly strange, due to the fact that it was in the middle of a pond, the famous La Rain Springs, known for the water to always be a comfortable seventy degrees. Even in the dead of winter, it never rose above that temperature. It is a phenomenon that has puzzled people for years. But that means that in the cold right now, the small island with the cabin would be a comfortable temperature. I might even try and go swimming, this would be a nice way to pass the time that my aunt and uncle were in town.
My sister was irate with the fact that there was no cell reception here, so she was cut off from all contact with the outside world. This was a blessing. Being a family get together, it would be of great misfortune to have to share this time together with the group of friends she had. She was pissed, but I had hoped at some point she would get over it and enjoy the time together.
We set up shop there and spent the day playing some games. Mostly, poker or black jack. One thing that I never realized was that my sister had the innate sense of a card shark. She won almost every game we played. And I lost a total of twenty dollars off of the whole thing. This was only topped by the fact that she got a total of eighty dollars. from the three of us. By the time we were done having our butts kicked by my sister, it was four in the afternoon, and the sun was starting to set. My aunt and uncle decided to treat us to ice cream, and went to the local store to see what they have to offer.
Me and my sister stayed behind and jumped when the generator kicked on, turning the outside lights on. I wandered around the house, and came to a small hiding place, used to store a collection of old tomes dating back to 1890. They told, as best I could see it, of a dark force that spread across America called, from the best I can remember, the Canos.
I put the tomes back, thinking of them as some old horror story made to scare kids that used to live in this place. I laughed it off, and for once my sister was laughing with me. Things were going fine till a mist started to roll in and engulf the house. The lights outside cut through the mist at parts, but what was not cut almost clung to the walls, trying to get in through the cracks.
I turned the light on and the mist went back out. It seemed that the mist was allergic to the light, it would run from it. I looked in the direction of the town, but there was no seeing through the fog. The town seemed to be engulfed in the dark mist. And there were super small red orbs in the mist itself. One of which hit a window, and it was a person, with horribly mangled flesh. Blood smeared on the window and my sister screamed.
The thing was burning, flesh darkening as it tried to get into the house. It’s arm started to show the skeletal structure, but it seemed like he was not even feeling it. He snarled as his arm fell off, and his skull was starting to show through his scorched hair. He recoiled and went back into the dark, and the smoke ceased to come off of his flesh. He stood there, and I noticed there were about twenty people out there, staring at us through the windows.
The lights were flickering, so I decided to light the fire place. It cast light in the room, with the strange way it was built. It had a main opening and two others that illuminated the room. The natural light warmed the room, seeing as it had apparently dropped by about twenty degrees. My sister was sitting in the middle of the lights, visibly shaken. I searched the room and found a couple of old oil lamps. I lit them and put one in the door way and the other in the restroom at the side of the bathroom.
The lights went off, leaving only the fire to illuminate the lone room. I looked into a cabinet that was marked hunting. It was locked, and appeared to be a display case showing a old elephant gun, most likely the same gun that killed the elephant that the tusks, that were now attached above the fire place, belonged to.
The lock was old, most likely from the 1940s. I swiped a bobby pin from my sister’s hair, which made her give me a very nasty look. I put it inside the lock, and with a little movement, it was still locked. It was older, the lock seemed to be rusted shut. I took a step back and rammed my foot through the glass, allowing me to get the shot gun out. I checked the whole case, but could only find two shells. I loaded them and sat in the middle of the room, waiting for the next sign of movement.
There was a loud sound outside, and I looked to see that the bridge leading to the land was gone, and there were lights shining across. It must have been aunt and uncle trying to help us out. I heard my aunt scream, and suddenly a mass was thrown through the window. It was my aunts head, eyes staring right at my sister. I grabbed her by the arm and did the only thing I could think of, run.
We ran out and got into the light of the car head lights. My uncle was lying dead over the remains of the bridge, only a small path that my sister could get over there. I stood there as she got to the car and screamed , as the bodies of my uncle and aunt were laying there. I ran across, slipping on the wood and cutting a huge gash into my leg. I screamed in pain as arms wrapped around me, trying to pull me back to the crowd. The head lights turned up high and blared, killing several, deducing them to piles of dust.
I pulled myself up and she helped me the rest of the way up. We walked slowly to the car and I got behind the wheel. I backed up carefully and sped forward, trying to put the horrible sight I had see behind me. I put the elephant gun behind me and drove to the local police station. I figures someone there must know what was happening. I composed myself and watched my sister try to get a signal on her phone.
She was shaking visibly from the sight of seeing the last of our family get slaughtered, and now the fact that the whole woods leading to La Rain were full of the dark fog that engulfed the town, most likely bringing those things with them. I turned onto the straight road, and the head lights cut through the fog, scorching the few things in there that there were.
I sped forward, not caring if I was to hit any. I just needed to get back to town, and go to the sherif’s office. he would know what to do. The clock on the dash said it was four in the morning. And through the dark fog, I could see the sun begin the rise. This would mean that the fog would be going to, and we would be able to get to town without getting attacked again.
I could feel the sharp pain strike me as I was pulling into town. I had lost a lot of blood, and my head was beginning to feel like it was going to fall off. I pulled into the lot, with the fog finally gone. I laid on the horn, and the sheriff came running out. He helped me out and carried me to the hospital. He had me taken into the emergency room, while he talked to my sister in the waiting room. I was drugged by a attractive nurse, who would not respond to what ever I said, but would just nod. I realized when they started working on it, it was because the gash was really deep, and it required stitches.
I was out, from what I was told, for five hours. I woke up to my sister reading one of the books and mumbling in some weird language. I said her name and she just kept reading and mumbling. I sat up and touched her shoulder, she looked up at me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Her eyes were red, and her skin was a dark grey, with her veins being quite prominent.
I ran out of the room, pulling a I.V. out of my arm. I ran down the hall and saw that most of the people there were these strange people, and the place was dark. The thing that surprised me the most was that I could see perfectly. And also, none of the things were pursuing me, they would just stand back and watch as I ran into the rest room.
I looked into the mirror and screamed seeing that my eyes were glowing a dull red. I screamed and rammed my head into the mirror. The person in the mirror was me, and I was turning into one of the night creatures. I screamed and heard the people in the hall begin to laugh. I ran and jumped out of the second story window, landing on the hood of a car. I screamed again, the pain making my shake, and I could taste copper in my mouth.
I ran towards the La Rain point, and looked down at the trail. I could feel a chill and looked around, and a lighter color fog started to materialize. I looked around and paused, feeling as tho I was being watched. I cold hand got my by the shoulder.
It was the La Rain ghost. She was beautiful, not anything like the stories would describe her. She was not a horrible witch, tho her face looked like the dark villagers here. She must have been possessed but found the way out. The horrible thing is that, her way out must have been a fall to her death.
Be calm, she said to me in a almost calm voice. There is a way for you to escape becoming a mindless killer, under the control of the cult. Go now, and fall, let the earth take you in, and let the greatness of the planet take you in.
I paused, reluctant to take the ladies advice, what is she was wrong? So I sat, and found a few loose pieces of paper, and took the old pen from my pocket. I am now sitting here, thinking what to do. I could jump, leave this wicked hell hole and escape the torture, the pain, and the thought that I might get others involved, or I could stay and succumb to the what ever this was. I will leave that to you reader. I am infected by a curse that I do not even know what the name is, or even what there is that I can do, all I can do is die or succumb. You read my story, you have all the facts I know. Well, what should I do, I am stuck here, you know that. I am going to be haunting these lands, either as a ghost, or as a murderous psychopath that will be hell bent to either kill you or convert you into one of us, with whatever they did to us.