The Concert

To be honest, I’ve never been a fan of them. I prefer to listen to my music in the comfort of my own home. That isn’t to say I don’t see the appeal of them. I understand there’s certain energy they give off that someone just can’t replicate by listening to an album in their room. With that being said, however, this has never been enough of an appeal to make me want to attend one. I’ve only been to one concert in my life and I have my brother to thank for that.

Unlike me, he couldn’t get enough of them. He was heavily rebellious growing up which didn’t sit well with our fundamentalist parents. He was older by about four years and his room was covered in posters of bands. Our parents would try to take them down and throw them away only for him to buy other ones. Eventually, they have up on that and decided to not go into his room if they could help it.

They were absolutely relentless on is preventing him from going to concerts out of fear he would end up having unprotected sex or trying drugs. While I can’t say these weren’t invalid concerns, it was easy to see why my brother was so annoyed by their actions. They did pretty much whatever they could to keep him from going to them. Usually, they did this by purposely setting up events on the same day concerts he wanted to attend would occur. This would mean they’d take both cars, leaving my brother without any method of transportation or so they thought.

“Trevor, your mom and I are leaving,” our dad said. “Make sure you watch Simon and don’t you listen to that devil-worshipping music while we’re gone.”

He said that knowing full well he wouldn’t listen. Our parents were off to a church service for the night which would occur at the same time as a concert my brother wanted to attend. They tried forcing my brother to go in hopes Jesus would save him as they put it. This worked about as well as trying to take down his posters did. Usually, they’d force me to go much to my dismay but since it was a school night, I was left home with Trevor.

“They always do this shit,” Trevor cursed when our parents were gone. “Two months I’ve had my license and not once have I been able to use it.”

“That sucks,” I said, reading a book and not really paying attention.

“Yeah well, they aren’t as smart as they think.”

He went into the kitchen and I pretty much forgot about the conversation. Ten minutes later, I felt Trevor’s hand on my shoulder.

“Get your shoes on. We’re leaving soon.”

“Huh? Why?”

“My friends are picking me up.”

“To go to that concert?”

“Yeah. It starts in half an hour.”

“Why do I have to go with you?”

“Because you can’t be trusted to stay home by yourself. Do you think I want to risk you starting nearly burning down the house again?”

To add clarification to that, over six months before that night, Trevor was supposed to be watching me. He decided to leave me by myself to hang out with his friends and I accidentally fell asleep while cooking something on the stove. Our parents returned to find a small fire in the kitchen and luckily managed to put it out. In my defense, I was really tired that day. I don’t know what was louder, the smoke detector, or the sound of them screaming.

“That was one time.”

“I don’t care. I’m not taking that chance. Now hurry up and don’t you say a fucking word about this to mom or dad.”

His friends picked us up shortly later. Since it was too dark to read, I let my mind wander during the ride. I picked up on some things Trevor talked about with his friends. They talked about the band they were going to see which I don’t recall the name of but they said it was pretty exclusive. We arrived where it was being held which turned out to be in the woods.

“Don’t wander off,” Trevor told me after we got out of the car.

Two security guards were standing at the entrance. Trevor and his friends showed the band’s CDs which were in bright gold metallic cases.

“I thought you needed tickets to get into concerts?” I said

“Not for this one. You just need to prove you’re a fan.,” Trevor explained. “Either someone can show off some CDs like we just did or they can show off some other merchandise. Hell, they can even get by reciting one of their songs.”

“Have you been here before?”

“No, but I’ve heard what it’s like.”

Despite the band not being that well known, there was still a decent number of people at the event. We stood at the back. Since I was tall growing up, I didn’t have any trouble seeing the stage. From what I could tell they seemed to be a metal band. I never really listened to much of that genre outside of hearing it when I went past Trevor’s door.

All the band members were present save for the lead singer. I have to admit the mood surrounding the event was pretty incredible. If it weren’t for her, it probably would’ve been an enjoyable night for me. One of the band members announced that they’d be starting shortly when their singer arrived. Then she walked onto the stage.

She, being the lead singer and guitarist. The first thing I noticed about her was that, unlike her fellow band members, her outfit was mostly gold. Yet, it still had enough traits associated with the metal genre so as to not seem out of place. She had golden blonde hair that flowed in the wind. A matching guitar hung around her from a sash.

The most striking thing about her was her eyes. They were piercing gold. I’m willing to bet that even in total darkness they’d still be visible like two glowing orbs. She flashed a bright white smile that seemed almost unnatural to me. She seemed almost too perfect.

“Sorry to keep you all waiting,” she said with a calm voice that for some reason sent chills down my spine.

“Why did I shiver?” I wondered. “Something’s wrong here.”

I tapped Trevor on the shoulder.

“What is it?”

“I think we should go.”

“Hell no. They’re just about to start.”

“But I have a bad feeling about this.”

“That’s just nervousness. I had it during my first concert too. It’ll pass. Now shut up so I can pay attention to the music.”

Trevor mingled with his friends after that, leaving me all alone. She began playing her guitar.

“It’s lovely seeing our fans here. This first song will be sure to leave you all captivated. If you know the lyrics, sing them with me.”

She drew in a deep breath and started to sing and the crowd sang with her. The way she sang was hauntingly beautiful. It felt dreamlike but no matter how much I listened, that nervous feeling from before just wouldn’t go away.

“Why?” I wondered. “Everyone seems to be having fun. Why can’t I shake off this stupid feeling?”

As for what she sang, it’s funny. I can’t really remember any lyrics. I know I enjoyed the songs but every time I try to recall any words. My memory gets fuzzy. It’s been over thirteen years since that day so I supposed it’s to be expected. Then again, why can I recall what she said and not what she sang?

I had a very off feeling. It was the kind when someone walks into a room where they know something is different and their mind hasn’t quite registered it yet. I looked around to see what could be causing me to feel this way. At first, I didn’t notice it. Then I realized the crowd was in some kind of trance.

I know it’s not unusual for a crowd to become enthralled by a performer’s music. However, this went beyond that. I glanced at the person next to me and saw they had a dreamy expression as they swayed back and forth. Checking their eyes showed me they weren’t all there. I tried getting their attention by waving a hand in front of them and snapping my fingers to no avail.

“This isn’t right,” I thought “We need to leave.”

I scanned the crowd in order to locate Trevor and recognized the logo on the back of his shirt. It seems that I wasn’t the only person there getting bad vibes. I saw a girl trying to get her boyfriend’s attention and an older-looking man who I assumed was the irate parent of one of the attendees.

“Trevor,” I whispered, tugging on his arm.

Thankfully, I managed to pull him back. I couldn’t get his attention, though no matter how much I tried shaking him and repeating his name. Suddenly, the music stopped. Everyone under her influence froze.

“Is everyone enjoying the show?”

They cheered and she put a hand to her ear to mimic someone trying to listen more closely.

“Why are you all so quiet?” She called. “Get loud.”

They hollered and clapped. It still wasn’t enough for her.

“I said get loud,” she screamed to which they complied.

The crowd’s cheers became deafening and yet she wanted more.


I had to let go of Trevor and put my hands on my ears in a futile attempt to block out the noise. I glanced around and saw that the dad and the girl were doing the same thing. I looked back at the stage and to my surprise, the other band members seemed unphased by what was happening.

“How can’t they be? It feels like my eardrums are about to burst.”

The longer I stared at them the more aware I became of something dripping down the sides of their faces. I quickly realized it was blood from their eardrums rupturing. What disturbed me more than this is how emotionless their expressions were. They just kept on playing as the screaming got louder.

“Stop it,” I screamed, closing my eyes.

To my shock, the music did stop. I slowly opened my eyes and to my horror found her staring right at me. Despite the loud ringing in my ears, I still heard what she said.

“What’s wrong?” She asked me, grinning with unsettlingly perfect teeth.

It felt like I was being sized up by some predator. The crowd, including Trevor, were now still and staring at me as well. Their faces were frozen with smiles. Blood dripped down their chins and shirts, presumably from their throats ripping.

“Who are you?” I screamed at the singer.

“Kid, that question has a lot of answers.”

With one last strum of her guitar, sparks shot over the stage, blocking it from view. When they went away, I saw that she was gone. The moment she was, the happy smiles of the crowd faded instantly. What replaced it were expressions of agony. One by one, they fell to the ground dead.

That was all I could take. I fainted and woke up in the hospital sometime later. Miraculously, Trevor survived. I’m not sure how. Maybe it was because he’d been consuming more alcohol than usual that night.

In any case, our parents were understandably upset. Thankfully, they didn’t chew our heads off too badly that night. They were just glad we were okay, well, mostly anyway. Thanks to whatever she was, Trevor temporarily lost his voice. After a month or so it came back.

He was never quite the same after that. He became quieter which in all honesty felt unnervingly out of place even to my parents. Instead of getting into loud arguments with them, he’d simply walk off to go be alone. What really shocked us was when he threw away his posters. It felt so unlike him.

I thought our parents would be happy about this. Instead, they were troubled by his behavioral change. Everything relating to metal, save for his guitar Trevor got rid of. I found him one day going out to the garbage with a bag full of the stuff. He did so by slamming it into the trash can.

This caused something to fall out of it, landing on the grass. He didn’t notice it so I went out to see what it was. What it turned out to be was the golden CD case he showed at the concert. I don’t know why I took it back in. Something told me to.

I never told my family I had it and I still do to this day. I haven’t listened to it because I know how she controlled the attendees had something to do with it. Maybe, there’s something in it that allows her to influence others. So far it’s only served as a reminder of that horrible night. I want to throw it away but something has been telling me,

I’ll need it someday. I sure hope it’ll be worth the nightmares I’ve gotten. In them, it’s only me and her. She plays and I dance and dance and dance. I do so, aging thousands, perhaps millions of years, and yet my body never fully rots away and I never stop dancing. It’s only when I see something looming above her does the nightmare finally end.

From the small glimpses of it, I’ve gotten, it seems to have many golden eyes along with gold fur and white feathery wings. I know for sure my mind wouldn’t be able to take it if I saw this creature in its entirety. I also know that the singer is merely a vessel for it and that it probably has other forms it takes. I hope I never meet it again. If anyone does, I have three pieces of advice.

One, don’t ignore that uneasy feeling it gives you. Two, take notice of its golden eyes that almost seem to glow. The third and most difficult-to-follow piece of advice is, don’t fall under the spell of its music. Get as far away from it as you can like we should have.




Hello, I mainly write horror but also blend it with comedy, sci-fi, or fantasy. If you’re a fan of these genres, I hope you’ll like my work.

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Rosé Black

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Hello, I mainly write horror but also blend it with comedy, sci-fi, or fantasy. If you’re a fan of these genres, I hope you’ll like my work.

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