Short story by V. L. B. based on a true encounter
I’m scared. I am terrified right now. I am alone in my room. Standing at the end of my bed while my body lays there empty and sweating. It’s just laying there, on its stomach, no sign of ever being occupied. I can’t stop staring at it. And praying to anything that’ll listen to me. This isn’t the first time I’ve been away from my body, but this isn’t like any other time.
Again I pray for anything to hear me. Yet nothing responds besides the sound of whatever is at my door.
I look at the door, *What is out there?*
Whatever it is, it’s banging on my door. I can hear its nails digging into the hardwood floor. It’s panting so hard that its breath is curling around the door cracks. And the smell that follows… oh when it hits my nose, it’s toxic. I choke on the smell and my eyes water uncontrollably.
I look away from the door back to my body. Next to it are three women draped in grey looking down upon the empty vessel of myself. Their faces hidden in their hoods.
“He’s coming,” the first one says.
“It’s all her fault,” the second one follows.
Softly from the third one, “Be careful. Don’t let him in.”
*What? Don’t let who in,* I want to ask. Yet I am unable to make any noise.
They’re gone. It’s silent. No nails digging into the floor. No banging at the door. The grotesque odor gone.
The lights are completely off and I can hardly see my body anymore. Where did they all go? Who were those women? What was that at the door? My mind is racing. My palms feel sweaty. My feet are heavy. I’m unable to move.
The light flickers and I feel something breathe down my back. The smell is back. And then, “Let me in.”
The lights turn on and my body is rolled onto its back.
Again it breathes on the back of my head, “Let me in.”
I try to turn around to see what it is. But I’m stopped by its hand. Its long fingers wrapped around my neck. I’m breathing fast. I can’t stop breathing so fast. I’m panicking. I can feel myself sinking farther into the ground.
No. I can’t let this thing in. Why can’t I see its face? Why can’t I make a sound?
I hear its nails dig into the floor again. Its fingers grip my neck tighter. Its palm on the back of my neck feels wet and sticky. The smell is getting stronger and its breath is getting hotter. My feet sink farther and my breathing gets worse.
“NO!” I finally get it out. My breathing calms.
The things fingers shrink. It tries to speak again, “Let me…”
“NO,” I scream cutting it off. “No. No. LEAVE ME ALONE.”
I feel my body regaining consciousness. I’m coming back. The thing is still trying to hold me. I just want it to let go. I want my body back.
But then it grows bigger…
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