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2020.09.28 23:19 ViolentSporegasm Dig

Friggin' mosquitoes, man.
Everyone who's not a frog hates them. I'm especially averse to the parasitic little nuisance ever since I found out I was allergic. My bites swell up like a baseball's been embedded in my arm. And the itch. Like hot fire that begs me to dig my fingernails deep into the bone.
So every summer you'll find me hiding from still water and trees, riding an endless carasoul of antihistamines.
This year things got weird. To put it lightly.
For starters, the sealing on my balcony door was shot. I first noticed it when flies kept getting into my apartment, so I tried to tape it up. But, as we all know insects have a funny way of entering anything that isn't air tight. I called management to try and get it fixed, but it's understandably not a very big priority for them. I was sitting there watching one of those classic Joss Whedon vampire slaying shows from the nineties when I noticed the little fucker on my arm.
I slammed my hand on it, slapping my arm a bit too hard considering it was now especially tender. I could already see the faint ring of swelling overlaid on my handprint, so I marched myself to the kitchen to get my new antihistamine script.
I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes open afterwards so I retreated to my bedroom. I didn't make it past the first hour before I passed out from the drowsy side effects. I woke up in the morning groggy as all hell. I tried to pull myself out of my bed to get a drink when I nearly tripped over my coffee table.
I let out a confused, "Uuuh," as I rubbed my extremely dry eyes that lazily scanned my living room. There was a new bite on my wrist, but I opted against taking another pill for fear of sleepwalking my way into getting bitten again. A vicious cycle. I would just have to deal with it. I stumbled my groggy self into the kitchen for a glass of water and almost jumped out of my skin.
There was a fucking alligator on the floor.
I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or hallucinating so I reached down to touch it. It snapped at me so I bolted back to my living room. I slowly crept back to peak around the corner, but it was gone.
Okay, I thought, I'm hallucinating.
I pulled out my phone to text my friend, but I couldn't make out what I was saying. In the end I'm pretty sure I texted my mum a bunch of gibberish.
I threw my show back on, but I didn't recognize the episode. I've rewatched it at least a dozen times so I'm a hundred percent sure there's no plotline about Alyson Hannigan standing nude in the park by my house vomiting flies. And if there was, her talking directly to me instead of her co-stars was far too big of a coincidence. Furthermore, the special effects were a little too good for nineties cable.
I was tripping out. Or dreaming. Maybe a little bit of both. I could feel myself getting sucked into the scene. At first, I suspected I was falling into a dream while hallucinating, but then suddenly all my suspicions were gone as this morphed into my new reality.
I felt the wind whip at my bare, itchy frame. I was in the same park from the show, near my house, with my eyes locked like magnets into the green stare of this unknown and maternal woman. I was just watching her on TV, yet I didn't know who she was. I did know that she wasn't who she looked like.
She was a picture of naked turmoil. I thought she was dead, but she couldn't be. She was a feeding ground for hundreds if not thousands of mosquitoes. Their nursery.
She was a tainted, vile apparition of disgusting beauty with skin like moldy paper applied across an infected corpse. Accentuated by purple sickness plaguing her blackening thighs. Her greasy, knotted hair was ready to fall out in clumps and seemed perpetually damp. She smelled like wet dog and bewitching pheromones.
I've never felt a deeper sense of love and acceptance. Longing to embrace the poison safety of her twisted form. She appeared to be swaying in the cold autumn wind, tapping to the beat of a song that no one else could hear. Dancing.
Her teeth were green with rot. I could feel maggots wriggling out of the sour venom of her kiss. They began crawling furiously into my gums, pushing into the space between my teeth and pulling back the flesh to dig their way inside my body.
I woke up on my couch again with the sudden urge to spill my lunch all over the sofa. I was covered in a least a dozen new bites and a sheen of sweat and shame. Appalled at the deluded headspace I was in. I tried to call my doctor again, but halfway through the call I realized I had been talking into the fucking remote.
I couldn't even figure out how long this nightmare had been going on. My vision was so blurry I couldn't read anything. My TV was playing, but it still seemed to be directly targeting my mind.
"Have you been overdosing on scopolamine? 9/10 denists agree it could explain all your symptoms!"
I chalked it up as imaginary, albeit plausible. But, when everything in your mind starts connecting dots such as mine was, you should realize it's failing. But you won't, because you can't.
So I retreated to my bathroom to pick the imaginary maggots out of my gums. But of course, I couldn't find them. I had to keep digging. It's weird how long your teeth look when you pick back the flesh. I dug deeper and deeper. Until there was so much blood I was forced to stop. Not because I was worried about dental hygiene, more so because I couldn't see straight. And the pools of blood were swirling around in hypnotic spirals that I couldn't take my double vision off of.
I steadied myself on the counter and got caught in a woozy staring contest with myself. Those eyes looked fucking evil and wrong, so I had to shatter them. My hands bled and I took off to hid myself in my room where I fell asleep again.
I dreamt about shakily dragging shards of the mirror across my wrists. Instead of blood, mosquitoes poured out of the wound. The woman from the park was screaming at me in the reflection.
"You seem to be having a negative reaction to the antihistamines," my doctor said as I sat in his office.
My fingers were crusted over with blood and dirt. I was picking out a hard yellow pus from my nails when he interrupted my spaced out fixation.
"How many have you taken, son?"
"Just the one before I blacked out," I said staring at my warped reflection in the mirror behind him. He followed my gaze and furrowed his brow. When I looked again, it was just a bulletin board full of nonsense words my eyes couldn't make out.
He sighed, "Do you remember refilling your prescription?"
I shook my head.
"I gave you three refills to last through the summer. You've filled two of them. They refused you your third". He said somewhat annoyed.
"Is it scopolamine?" I asked distantly, looking at the model of a mouth on his desk.
"Huh? No, no. That's prescribed in a patch. Now," he said as he pulled out a disturbingly long dental drill, "Are you ready for your cleaning?"
I leapt back in the chair.
"What?" I yelled.
"I said, you need to give into the Great Mother," he insisted as the scene reverted back to normal.
"I'm gonna go," I stammered as I began to get up.
"I know you've seen her in all her glory. The Great Mother needs us. She needs all of us. Don't bite the hand that feeds. Rather, feed the hand that bites".
I woke up on my couch with seven new bites lining my left leg and my screen-door now torn down the middle. I went to make a call again, but it was a fucking tube sock.
Anytime I would stop focusing I would find myself uncontrollably scratching at my large bites until I drew blood. The stinging pain was the only thing that could abate the itch. But, I'd keep digging and digging until a circular layer of red, swollen skin would peel off.
I screamed when I first saw them. Tiny, squiggling maggots burrowing around in my wounds. I was sickened and terrified, but I knew they weren't real. I wrapped my open sores to kill two birds with one stone by hiding the deluded hallucination in my many injuries.
I could've sworn I could still feel them, though. In the same way you can feel 'bugs' crawling on you when you're trying to fall asleep. Just your synapses trying to trick you into scratching.
I still couldn't tell what was a dream and what was real. My sense of time was so dilated it could have been anywhere from one hour to multiple days. I needed to eat and drink. I could've been too delirious to notice I was slowly dying of dehydration.
I remembered trying to eat earlier. I don't know when it was, but as I went to pour a bowl of cereal mosquitoes had poured out of the box instead.
So instead, I tried to chug down as much water as I could. Even though it felt like sand pouring down my throat. I quickly felt so bloated I couldn't stand the idea of food. I would've probably puked it up anyway.
"Submit".
I searched the room for the tiny, cartoonish voice. I started scratching at my leg when a fly landed on it.
"Submit!" It yelled as loud as its petite body could muster.
I tried to swat at it, but missed by a good three feet and shook my head at my own lack of coordination.
"That was a dick move, bud. Submit to The Great Mother".
I looked down at the tiny fly on my leg. "I'm sorry, but I can't take you seriously when your voice sounds like that," I said to a goddamn fly.
"Don't be a jerk, man. You're the one who's making me sound this way".
"Good point. I'm ignoring you. Or me. Whichever". I mumbled, then laid back down on the couch. The fly buzzed up and landed on my face. It looked kind of weird, almost like a tiny bee.
"Seriously though, friend. If you want all this weird stuff to stop happening, all you need to do is submit".
I closed my eyes and rolled over. When I awoke this time I was in the park again. It was the middle of the night. There was no creepy dead-looking woman, but I was lying next to the river naked, slowly being devoured by mosquitoes.
I should point out the park is about a twenty-plus minute walk from my place. I remember watching that Simpsons episode where they have to sneak home naked and thinking it was hilarious. Let me tell you: running home naked is no joke. Sneaking around the neighborhood to your apartment on drugs is one of those special nightmares I never even considered as a concern in my lifetime.
There's no point in the night that people aren't around. Not in the city. Whether it's drunks, newspaper deliveries, scrappers, criminals, people on meth, nightshift workers, dog-walkers, insomniacs, teenagers going on an adventure, kids sneaking out to solve mysteries... People are fucking everywhere all hours of the night. And when you're hallucinating, there's twice that. And they're all following you. And you can hear them talking about you.
Plus, when you finally do make it back to your apartment complex, there's at least a hundred balcony doors facing you, so you just know that someone is awake sitting there smoking a ciggerette, watching you scale the side to break into your own apartment, because naked people don't typically carry keys and don't have the luxury of going to the controlled entry that's under closed circuit cameras anyway.
I've never been happier to live on the second floor, even if I was certain the cops were on their way.
I smacked myself in the head. Why the fuck didn't I just let myself get arrested?!
I collapsed on the carpet. I could tell I was starving now. My dozens upon dozens of new, giant itchy bites felt like they were alive, trying to crawl off my body. Squirming and burning. My ribs were poking out through my pale figure. I dragged myself to find my pills so I could get rid of them. I eventually found them under the couch, then I army crawled to the toilet. As I was flushing them I felt sick, so I heaved bile into the bowl. When I looked down I realized I was flushing my phone. Because, of course I was.
I made it into my bed and she was there. Waiting and covered in dirt. I was defeated and weak. So I did the only thing I could think of and submitted to her power. I nestled into her and waited for this nightmare to end.
I've transcribed the above from a note found left in the home of Lauren McKinney after a suspect illegally entered her residence.
Witnesses say they saw a man climb into her apartment building and tear through the screen door on the balcony in the middle of the night. The assailant stole her phone and attempted to flush it after stabbing her to death with shards of the bathroom mirror. She was covered in scratches and bite marks.
Coroners report indicate cause of death for the suspect to be a drug overdose, exacerbated by dehydration. The suspect was also found to be infested with botfly larvae and experiencing an extreme allergic reaction to mosquito bites.
They were both found dead at the scene, spooning nude in the victims bed. The words, "Submit to The Great Mother," were smeared in blood above the headboard.
Anyone who's seen The Great Mother is expected to submit for further questioning.
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2020.09.19 06:41 ihave0friends16 Mum naked caught

thank you for coming to listen or help me.
( as of now, i have no friends, moved to 3 different high schools, bullied to an extreme, " bashed ", severe anxiety and depression and suicidal thoughts are a daily to me, oh and i'm fully in love, like actually in love with a boy who bullied me) ( 3rd paragraph after the subtitle "highschool" talks about more bullying and the start of me falling in love, the title HELL and under is where all the " real juicy shit is but it's best if you read from the start and try and see where i'm coming from)
I've been through a lot in my life nobody should have to endure from a very young age to now. my school experiences have been the worst out of anyone i know. I'm currently 17 ( male ) and living in NSW, Australia and up until i moved schools in year 3 ( age 9 ) everything was normal, i had friends and parents were still together and life was fun, i wasn't rich or anything i was enjoying a lot of it.
(I'm gonna write the primary school and high school in two different paragraphs but do read ill summarise so u don't get bored.) SKIP TO HIGH SCHOOL IF U DON'T CARE ABOUT BEFORE BUT to make it short, bullied and suicide letter.
Primary school: Age 9
i moved schools because i moved houses, can't fully remember what the people did to me at the start but i was bullied on my VERY first day and the following days after. years past and i'm in final year of Primary school, my best friend (James) broke up with a girl and talked bad about her, i told the girl online as a way to get in with her ( it worked ) she yelled at him and the James went off at me the following day and online, he was the most popular boy in the year so the group was somewhat big. some of the ppl in his group bullied me from the start at that school, James went off at me and said that he became friends with me because he felt bad and the others joined in saying they always hated me, it made me really upset but i tried to not let them see but that was at the end of the year and i dated that girl for a bit then we broke up and i didn't care cause i was 12.
I was in school holidays before start of highschool and i didn't know what i had but i was depressed. still got hate messages from some but i sent a long email to my favourite teacher about the beef and told him i wanted to commit suicide and he never responded but told my mum and i got in trouble... ipod and laptop taken off me- then i brushed it off and highschools started.
HIGHSCHOOL ;(
first day was actually fine i met this kid and we hung out for most of it and his mum asked for my number and i thought we were going to hang but we never did, i never saw that kid again. few days in and JAMES was there, he said he was sorry and i instantly forgave him, 2 boys a week or 2 later called me a faggot and stuff and i told my mum cause my sisters were there and thought they'd protect me and told me to report it and then the boys confronted me and said " it was just a joke " and i went oh, sorry and James said " c'mon man they were joking, don't take everything so personal " and i agreed and apologised for reporting. me and james only sat with each other as for some reason he was the anxious one, a boy walked over and asked if i wanted to sit with them, i asked james to come and he said no and sat there so i left him and he seemed fine but his mum called my mum saying i abandoned him and it was all my fault and he moved schools without fucking telling me. he only showed up like 3 weeks out of the first 10 but still. i got pissed and told him off on IG and another argument happened but didn't care. since i was alone i became a target to many (the boy who i sat with left as well.)
yr 7 passes, year 8 nears to and end and thats when i found my people. they were really nice and i actually felt happy for the first time in a long time, i went to a party but got threatened to be bash by some kid who hated me for no good start and a rumour about me talking about his dad when i didn't even know he had one.. 2/3 close friends left after that year to private schools, they made me laugh a lot and i was real upset about it cause they were my 2 only real guy friends but the other one was a girl and we drifted over the years and in year 9 she only really talked to me because i was all she had in cooking and lunches TBH.
But year 9 is when i fell in love.
gonna call him Robert, i talked to him once in my life before in year 8 swimming carnival, i sat with his group cause i had no one else that day, he saw my brother eating food by himself because his friends were competing and Robert mentioned he felt bad for him and i told him not to worry because its my brother and i didn't care about him. ( he bashed me a lot ) and that was it. year 9 in my classes without that girl-friend i sat alone for the first few weeks then my brain like forced me to sit over with Robert. i sat next to him and was quiet for a first few days but idk how but we started talking and talked more as he was in, science,maths,PE/health. he honestly seemed like the nicest person I've met, i didn't know at the time but i liked him more than a friend, i hated what i was feeling and tried to watch straight porn to make me forget about it but it didn't work so i ignored it, it was always at the back of my mind but was fading. A teacher asked me with ' this kid ' was my brother i said yeah and Robert had a semi shocked facial expression because my brother played basketball with robs group during both lunches and few days after that banteroasting became a thing. it was funny at first and i did it back a few times when it first started but over time it got to a point where he would just bag out every insecurity he could find, a normal person would've ended the friendship or whatever but i didn't want to lose him at that stage, he bagged me out for having my brother as a brother because he was always screaming across the quads and roaring at people like actually roaring like shrek. i copped this whenever i was with him and he was an asshole some times like straight up and it hurt cause it just reminded me of James like one time he said he was gonna snob ( ignore ) me irl and he didn't talk to me for the rest of the day and he would always call me his shadow or a lost puppy and while it was true i still took all this and just shoved my emotions down even further, i had no one else to sit with or hang out with during lunches other than Robert, i didn't even play basketball i just sat down and sometimes got hit by the ball. it was too awkward for me to play as my YOUNGER brother was more manly than me and taller and knew how to play and i was scared he would roast me and he did, he roasted me a lot of times and Robert's group still had dickheads in it and when the ones i was really scared of came i went to hiding and just sat back down and didn't speak. he wasn't always like this, in year 9 snow camp me, him and a few others didn't go and we had to stay at school for the days the year was gone for, the room behind us was empty and the teacher was late so me him and 3 others went in and just sat or talked and the others got caught and it was just me and him. i liked it when we were alone because i knew he was always nice to me when we were alone idk why but he just was like the swimming carnival i wasn't going to go but he was thankful i went for him and we had a nice time just sitting ig) anyways we talked for a bit or just sat around on the cabinets or chairs, i went and sat on the floor against the wall and idk how it got brought up but Robert asked me how big my dick was, i went uhhm and never answered i said why and he said idk from my memory and subject got changed. i always thought he was straight that's why i tried to hide my feelings, but after that it always had me wondering, a lot of straight guys say or do sus stuff all the time, like 2 from my maths class wanked off in the same bed just under covers so it wasn't gay but idk if that was him just asking in general or what. those few nice times were the best times with him, i always felt good on those days but the others made me feel like shit, not just by him but from many others. sports me and him did laser tag but he would sit with my brother on the bus and tell me to go sit by myself and i hated it but then he'd only talk to me during sports. im not innocent either, i started being an asshole to others around me in classes because it made Robert laugh most of the time and i was cheeky with my science teacher and it was funny for everyone but i did it mainly to make rob laugh and stuff. in my classes where he wasn't in i began to be rude towards the friends of the ppl who bullied me from the start as a way to get payback or something but i become rude and i didn't care. at the end of year 9 in the xmas holidays everything Robert had said or done and the others including my brother, i was just reflecting on what everyone did to me and i wrote a suicide letter and really wanted to kill myself before the start of year 10 because i couldn't take it any longer. obviously i didn't but the thing that stopped me was rob, back of my head kept telling me ' what if he likes me back or what if he's nice once highschools over ' he didn't do nothing and didn't know how i felt but after yr 9 i knew i liked him and tried to give him hints at the start of yr 10 whenever i would sit next to him, slightly brush my my leg against his slowly and gently and if he moves it i said sorry but a few times he didn't, i'd always say the " you're such a great friend " a few times and " i like talking to you " stuff like that. i hung out with his group ( brother was in it as well ) so it was really awkward but idk why i just took photos of everything in late yr 9 and 10 and i got some photos of him and would jerk off to them.. and fantasise just of his face and stuff, ik im weird. i found a new group tho a couple and they seemed nice but it was only a lie, eventually i mainly sat with them and they talked A LOT of shit about everyone and they eventually made a gc on sc about talking shit about our year and teachers and i became cheeky with them before and wed roast ppl amongst ourselves causally. in the gc i said a lot and a lot of it was extreme but i didn't mean any of it and they dead ass knew too and they'd say some fucked up shit. we all laughed and knew we were all joking to each other but i got angry at a teacher and wrote about it on my private story and saying racist stuff about her and the girl in the couple took photos of that and only the parts i said in the gc that i said so even the out of context parts. they used a laptop camera to screenshot the messages and didn't do anything for about 15 weeks, and i was just hated by a lot of people and didn't care, i had another group as well the anime weird ppl thought they were nice but i was falling for 2 of them as well but nothing compared to rob.
HELL:
mid year, term 2 i get a text asking if im gonna to school by the male from the couple, i ask ye why and he doesn't respond and i get to school and i get slammed into a wall and told im fucked and acted like i didn't care but my anxiety began to spike the boy who texted me sat next to me in roll call and acted like he knew nothing and the boys friends with the kid who slammed me laughed and looked at me and i told myself nothing happened and it was fine for the first 2 periods then in 3rd before lunch people started chucking food and paper balls at me, calling me harsh things because of my pimply face, i couldn't concentrate that lesson i was shaking and once the bell went i went to the art room but there was no teachers just kids from different years sitting there i sat and went on my phone shaking, the couple and rob saw me in the room and then left and towards the end of lunch the boy who slammed me and his big group comes to the door and goes completely off at me and i just awkwardly smiled at my phone and they walked off and then the bell went the other 2 boys i liked showed up cause they FORGOT that i asked them to meet me there and then we walked out of the room and i walked around the corner and got slammed into the wall yet again and they started " confronting " me about some of the screenshots the main thing that group was concerned about was me saying this about one of them " i hate nick because he won't stfu about malta " they said shit like why you disrespecting malta and his culture and i fucking laughed on the spot, i couldn't explain myself but im in nick's rollcall and theres a map and his dumbass always every second day istfg says " lets finda malta " in a dumb vocie and takes forever to find that tiny fucking country even though teachers and himself have found it countless times and its always pissed me off so they were pressed about that mainly i mean ye the screenshots did say " kys " about someone so YES that's harsh but i was literally gonna kms and on the verge so i didn't care and it was about a teacher so they didn't even see it but it's still wrong and i still feel shitty. During this confrontation idk who but some bitch kicked my leg and a fucking popper or can was thrown at me cause i got some concerning liquid on my WHITE school uniform and then the bell, this was outside a teacher staffroom... they didn't do shit fuck them. after the bell i went to the 2 boys who went to the room at the last second and they ignored me, they fucking ignored me and pushed past me and then the girl from the couple said what happened i lost my voice and nearly cried, i didn't realise she sent them, i walked to my class like nothing happened, i texted the girl and she ignored then i went on a kids sc and messaged her and she talked until i said " it's me " and then she didnt respond. i got pulled out of class to my deputy and a teacher did see it but it was the uni teacher so ig she was nervous to stop what was happening when it was her vs a lot of boys, deputy asked me a lot of shit i was still shaking and scared shit less and didn't say the names of the people who did it, i said what happened but not the names i was told to go back to the staffroom after lesson as it was lunch 2 right after ( early day ) i headed up towards it and 2 girls asked if i was hiding i stuttered every word and said " getting uh uh work uh " they went okay and i got to the room, the deputy and vice principal came to get me and i told the vp what went down and she asked me the names and i still was scared, i didn't say a lot, the main ones, and she guessed i was lying and called the names. got sent home, blocked a lot, excpe the couple stupidly because idk why is till didn't put the pieces together and i told them that the police could get involved if the school wants too but i don't think they really would've but they told people and then rob messaged me went off at me saying that if the police got called in then theyd show the screenshots of me talking bad about a few people and why they should kms and i went off at him saying like why hes doing this cause he just reminded me of james, exactly like james. made me sick, i didn't care that i could get in trouble for what i did or what had happened completely i cried because i knew i was losing him, we argued a bit more and told both each together to kms. 2 days go by and i was suspended along with a few other people including the girl, which she talked way more shit than me but i didn't want to expose her when i could've she sent a long text and said that " it was too much " even tho she was the person bringing ideas about her ' friends " and the only reason she apologised is because she got in trouble. i blocked nearly everyone from that school and didn't go to school until term 3 so 5-6 weeks later.
i started at a new highschool much further away from me as the closer schools were worse than the last plus all the primary schools kids went there. i had to catch trains to get to this school and first day wasn't too bad. got a rushed tour because a kid didn't want to miss music, he did and got mad at ME and then introduced me to his group and only 1/9 said hi the others stared i got nervous. didn't get offered a seat and the rest of the day was fine, this school was fucking massive, over 1200+ kids and the biggest agriculture area of a school in the region so i was glad i went there. the teachers here actually taught and were nice. kids for the start didn't try and pick on me it was fun, my anxiety was more known to me and i was still shaking really bad especially in science cause nobody talked to me, i was shaking as if i was naked in a blizzard so many goosebumps. weeks pass and i still have photos of Robert and of the old school. i didn't delete them cause i didn't want to lose him for good. i still jerked off a lot, dreamed, cried, and just pretended he was here with me and made scenarios as im awake and it's like he's right in front of me but i didn't want to lose him. i joined quite a bit of groups at the 2nd highschool trying to look for kids with personalities similar to Robert or the "close" friends i had. i deleted them during agriculture and i was sad but i knew it was the right thing to do, i mean he doesn't care so why should i? he's doing fine. i always asked my brother how he was doing and stuff he never relaly told me much just jokingly said stuff like "do u have like a crush on him or something?" i was playing a random rust server and just talking shit about my last school "fuck *school* mutts" and i saw Robert in it, he said my name? and i said rob? and then i went oh fuck and then said i was sorry for everything and he said sorry as well and then we added each other again and then i told him all about my school and tried to make it seem like i was doing great and it was a better school (still public) and he was always like "nice" etc. at the second school i started discovering my sexuality and i guess im bi-sexual i like girls but i was only in love with Robert. I've never loved or been loved by anyone other than my family but it was different with him. I've always wanted hang out with him even at the first school, he never went out a lot only once that i know of and he offered but is aid no because it was with his horrible friends. i did walk home to his home one time and it looked amazing and he told me to text him if someone was following me or whatever that made me nervous inside and i remember went red because it was really sweet but i really wanted to see him and a it was nice but he said something can't remember what but it triggered me and it made me remembered all the times he was rude asf to me whilst playing rust in the past and so i did a real shitty thing. after the whole first school drama i waited till he went to bed and logged into his steam account and deleted around 83 dollars worth of skins.. i tried to trade them to myself so i could like just talk to him about everything idk what i was expecting but i deleted them and then logged into his sc by guessing the password and just blocked everyone. he asked me and told me to be 100% honest and i lied. that was then but i posted a video of me deleting his skins and i had hours to delete it but he saw it in the morning when i was sleeping my regrets away and he said like "i knew it" and asked why and i was so out of it and just yelled at him basically saying i trusted him and shit and he said he didn't care cause he had earned it all back and more on some skin gamble website (rustypot?) and then we blocked our socials and never spoke on disc or steam again. he did call me once on discord probably to annoy me but we still have each other to this day on steam and hes asked a few times for the skins and ive just typed long messages etc and deleted them. i miss him, i really miss him i cry day and night and dream about him and i think im obsessed sometimes but i tell myself it's just love? i was always the quiet kid at the 2nd school and didn't have much friends and people began to bully me and call me faggot and threaten to bash me again. my sleep, depression got worse and back in 1019 November, i hung out with one of the other 2 i liked and his name is Reuben, he only hung out because i said i'd pay then told me we're not watching these movies because he wanted to see it with family, he wanted to leave early for a better friend but i bought him food instead and yeah, his bday was coming up, and due to train and bus times i left early and bought his box and added like hard to find chocolate and $60 in cash and more food and a card with $20 the card was full of great things about him and he stood me up. even when we discussed about it 3 times the night before i sat up in his area for 3 hrs cause i was nervous his bus was late or whatever and he was just gonna be around the corner, he never responded till i got home which was around 6- pm as i got home, i hid the gifts under my bed from mum who was excited i still had a friend. i kept asking when he was going to get it he gave me the usual response "IDK, maybe, idk, someday" it was in my house for a MONTH a fucking month in my fridge or under my bed, i wasted so much money on him and he sometimes ignroed me for days and told me he didn't actually like me and i sent him a long message on ending the "friendship" and he left me on seen. my depression got worse and sleeping was utterly shit. anxiety spiked but it settled down at the start of 2020 for a few weeks. before covid lock downs in March my anxiety for some reason got severe and it made me feel like i was about to piss myself so id move my legs and anything to stop me from thinking i need to pee even tho i didn't need to, pinched myself to stop shaking and the girl next to me moved seats lessons after and made my anxiety much worse and i had to get early marks because it was too much for me and had days off and then online school started once covid hit Australia, it was really interesting but i enjoyed it we had very few calls and i slept in and did the work later or on another day but geography had like 40 min call and at the end i was too anxious to use my mic to ask questions about my assessment task and i asked the kids to ask for me and they didn't they roasted me and the teacher didn't know how to fully work it so he didn't do much and after he left the kids continued to roast me so i left and just acted like nothing happened. after the lockdowns are eased we returned back to normal school, except for me. didn't return for over a month, i only came for a 3 period day and just talked to teachers and then once again 1 day later for work as the school knew i was doing it from home, i had to do calls with headspace, school councillors, teachers and explain to them why im not coming back, they were thoughtful and said take as long as i need and they wish to see me again etc. my teachers were nice and didn't make me read cause they knew i was scared. ive been doing school from home for months know and its better but i'm scared to go outside, ive only been out for those 2 times, therapy and doctors appointments. i haven't spoken to a single kid irl or from school since march 12th(my bday which no one wished me a happy bday) life's gotten progressively worse for me and i don't see a future at all, i don't work because my anxiety is too much, i slack a bit in school atm Robert still has me on steam and that's messing with me because it tells me that he'll block me once i give his skins back but another part of me tells me that he either doesn't care or still likes me somehwere deep down. i still create scenarios every night, and i relive moments from the past wishing i could change everything, i like to my therapist saying i don't plan on killing myself but it's tough. Robert's the only thing keeping me going because of the "what if". i was going to wait until his birthday in January and give him a letter that I've been writing for months with $50 in it and then skins back with another $50 on steam and tell him how sorry i am. idk what to do i could give it to my brother or just message it online to him. idk what to do with life anymore, i'll never find someone like him again, i love him and won't get over him, won't find someone else to love, won't lose my virginity unless it's with him, i love him in ways nobody would fully understand, "Robert" if you're reading this. i'm so fucking sorry and i wish i could've met you differently or we had a different outcome.
my sleeping schedule getting better with help of therapy and i got my letters for my brand new school (online) distance education so hopefully it will be a good time for the remaining parts of school, the 'friends" at the 2nd school unadded me about a month i left, no texts, nothing. i don't think anyone will relate to this or me but there's so much more i would've said but didn't see where to add it. Should i try and reconnect with him even tho knowing him won't get anything? just need some help. sorry for bothering you guys with this long story but :/ my sister tells me it's different with work but all the people ill work with in my head tells me that they'll have a childhood friend or a great few friends from highschool, i won't ever get that. I'm Sorry ( also even before year 9-10 drama my year 8 class had a sc account and i was told to kill myself by the boys in it and there's just details like that where i missed to add )
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2020.09.13 02:26 Chi_burbs_cpl Awkward moment this morning

Wife and I had some sexy friends over last night. We had a great time, they crashed the night. Cue to morning.
We all wake up and are hanging out in our bedroom. I hear a knock at the back door. Wife - “that better not be your mother”.
I go to the back door and shout “Hi Mum”. Open the Back door and tell her that wifey is naked in the hallway and needs to get dressed. Figure out what she needs, walk her to her car and she asks who is at our house? We have an extra car outside.
We are outed anyway, she caught us after a play date. Our friends laughed about it.
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2020.08.22 11:56 mikik144 The best sister in the world. Part 6

Jenny woke up early that morning. She was having a little breakfast the kitchen, already dressed for the day. Her sister Samantha was still in the bedroom. Drinking her coffee Jenny thought back to what she had seen the night before. Max naked and busted by his sister!
It was an arousing memory for Jenny. She wanted to try it herself. She wanted to be the one who take advantage of Max's not so secret fetish. She didn't have any plan and didn't know how to make her fantasy real.
The sound of the shower caught her attention. If Lola was in the bathroom then Max was alone and naked in his bedroom. Jenny approached her nephew's room without making any noise. She had a look inside and she saw. Max there and he was still sleeping.
Jenny walked towards him. The sheet was covering Max only from his waist down. He was shirtless and Jenny knew that, under the sheet, he was naked as well. She reached the sheet and lowered it without waking him up. She was right. Max was naked.
Jenny stepped back stared at her nephew's bare crotch. His balls were big and a bit red. That was probably Lola's fault. Suddenly Max moved his arms and slowly woke up. Jenny didn't know what to do and how explaining what she was doing in the bedroom. She turned to the door to leave the room before Max notice her.
"Aunt!" Max exclaimed surprised. He realized to be naked and covered his manhood. He was dying by the shame. "Oh Max you're awake. I just wanted to ask you if you'd like some coffee for breakfast but i didn't want to wake you up". Jenny said turning face to him. She was satisfied with her explanation. It looked like a good excuse and surely it wasn't her fault if Max was naked.
Max lifted his legs. He was visibly embarrassed by Jenny. "Yes. I'd like some... you should have knocked first."
Jenny smiled. The discomfort of Max made her feel somehow in control of the situation. "Aww but i don't mind if you sleep naked..." she stepped towards him and stroked his hair "...your balls looked soo squishy i wanted to squeeze them."
She headed again to the door when Lola, fully dressed, stepped in. "Goodmorning Lola. Want some coffee for breakfast?" "Sure aunty! Thank you!" "I'll be in the kitchen. Hurry up or the coffee will cool..." Jenny left the room. Now Max knew she she'd like to have some fun with his balls.
Lola sat on her bed trying to not laugh at Max. "Did she saw you naked?" Max put on a pair of black boxer. "She did... don't laugh you jerk" Lola was amused by the situation. "Come on Max. I don't wanna drink cool coffee..." She grabbed Max by his wrist and dragged him out of the bedroom. "Wait Lola i'm not dressed!" "Your underwear are more than enough!" "No Lola please..."
Max didn't fight too much against Lola and let her drag him in the kitchen half naked. Jenny raised an eyebrow when she saw Max wearing only his underwear. She exchanged a knowing look with Lola who winked at her.
Max was embarrassed but he did his best to act normal. It was glad that Lola forced him to go half naked. It was a good occasion to have his balls at the mercy of two women. Now that he knew aunt Jenny wanted to squeeze his balls, he wanted to give her and occasion to do that.
"I didn't know that you like to wear... let's say comfortably around the house." Jenny said handing a cup of coffee to Max. "Yeah it's my home after all" Jenny handed him some biscuits.
"It's true you should be free at your own home and... it gives me the occasion to do that!" Jenny slapped Max's balls form below making them bouncing. Max twitched and stepped back. He instinctively tried to cover his crotch but his hands were holding the coffee and the biscuits.
Jenny approached him and slapped his balls again a little harder. "Ouch... stop!" Max stepped back again and his back touched the wall. Jenny stond in front of him. Max couldn't put down nor the coffee nor the biscuits.
He saw Lola gigling behind his aunt shoulders. Jenny was acting like it was just a game but she was getting aroused. "Ouch" she said mocking Max and slapped him balls again.
This time Max bended over a bit and Jenny quickly raised her knee hitting him in the balls quite hard. "Oooo" Max lowered on his knee and Jenny moved back to let him fall on the floor.
Lola was laughing out loud clapping her hands. "Ahahah Max you're pathetic!" Max didn't mind her teasing. He put down on the floor the coffee and the biscuits and held his balls. From his knees he looked up to his aunt. "Why my balls?" Jenny smirked. She had felt his hard penis when she hitted him. It was clear that he like it. She bended over face to face with Max. "Because i like it!" She said with a smile.
Max heart began to race. Aunt Jenny was just like his sister. His chances to have his balls tortured had literally doubled. It was like a dream came true. He didn't even know it a was all thanks to Lola. He thought he was simply lucky. He took the coffee and the biscuits and put them on the table. In that moment Samantha walked in the kitchen.
"What the hack is going on here? Why you aren't dressed?" She was surprised to see her son almost naked. Lucky for Max the dark colour of his underwear helped him hiding his boner from his mum's gaze. Max covered his crotch and mumbled something like "sorry mum" before leaving the room walking clumsy.
Jenny and Lola were laughing watching Max all embarrassed in front of his mum. Samantha started at her daughter and her sister with an inquisitive look. "Relax mum..." Lola took care of the situation. "...it was a prank. I've dragged him out of the bedroom before could dress up just for fun"
Samantha shocked her head. "I don't like him to walk around the house with nothing on. No more prank like that! Am i clear Lola" "Sure sure..." Lola said and sipped some coffee. "What we are gonna do today?" She asked her mum.
Jenny didn't care too much about the program for the day and leaft Lola and Samantha talking about their plans. Actually the sound of the shower had caught her attention. She walked to the bathroom hoping to find Max naked again. Not knowing what to do she hesitated for a moment, the sound of the water wasn't anymore in the air.
In that moment Max opened the door and found his aunt in his way. He was wearing a bathrobe. "Max my dear did i hurt you before?" Jenny pretended to be concerned for his balls. "Oh no aunty don't worry..." He walked to his bedroom to dry his hair and Jenny followed him "Good! Let me help you with your hair. It's my way to say i'm sorry".
Obviously Max didn't want to waist an occasion to be alone with Jenny. He let her in and closed the door.
"Jenny!" Samantha called her sister out loud from the kitchen. A bit impatient Jenny opened the door "yes" she shouted back. She didn't want to lose any time now that she had Max alone in a room. "Me and Lola are going out for some grocery shop. We'll be back soon" that was an incredible case of luck! Now she was home alone with her nephew! She turned to Max and stared intensely at him. Her attitude towards Max had changed drastically.
He swallowed noticing that was something different in his aunt. She approached him and, with her hands on his shoulders, she walked him to a stool in front of the mirror. She made him sat down. "We have plenty of time. Stand still. I'm gonna take good care of you".
Jenny turned on the hairdryer and began to dry his hair. With her free hand she massaged Max shoulders. Slowly and seductively, Jenny hand slided on Max's chest inside the robe. She bended over a bit pressing her breasts on her nephew's head. He was enjoying the pampering.
Jenny's hand was still moving inside the robe losening it more and more. The woman put away the hairdryer and massaged Max with both her hands. "Let me dry you properly." She whispered in his ear. Max didn't reacted.
Jenny's massage had loosen the robe enough to expose Max's chest. "Opsie!" Jenny exclaimed when the robe opened all the way.
Max was breathing havely. He enjoyed the sensation of Jenny's breast on his nape and let her strip him.
"I see you're happy to spend time with your aunty!" Jenny said pointing at Max's boner. He smirked. "Let me fix that!" Jenny walked in front of him and opened his legs.
Slowly she cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed them. Max moved a bit. "Don't move honey" he nodded at her words. Jenny was oddly able when it came to squeeze balls. She builded up the strength and slowly twisted Max's nuts more and more. She bit her lips in pleasure. The balls moved inside the scrotum in attempt to excape the torture. The grip was getting tighter.
Max endured the treatment with all his might. Judging from his face he was suffering a terrible pain but his penis was twitching fully erect.
Jenny moaned. She felt the balls trapped in her fist. They weren't moving anymore. It was storm of sensations. Jenny tugged Max's balls like she wanted to remove them. She wasn't able to realize how much she was torturing her nephew.
"Aunt...aunt.. you gonna rip them off..." Max couldn't endure the pain anymore. Suddenly Jenny came back to reality. She let go Max's balls and stepped back. She couldn't believe what she had just done. Max bended over holding his balls. There was a moment of silence.
Jenny didn't say anything she simply stood there watching Max's pain. He was in ecstasy. Instinctively he grabbed his penis and massaged it a bit. That was enough to make him cum in front of his aunt. Jenny gasped at the sight. She felt a bit embarrassed but she knew it was mostly her fault. She patted Max on his shoulder and left the room like nothing was happened.
With his hands in his hair and an expression of horror in his eye Max realized what he had done. Something hard to explain without revealing his secret fetish.
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2020.08.22 08:22 Lochltar Mum caught naked

My son who is a teen as urge like every one of his age.
At home parental control is on my WiFi and my phone as his mum.
So we are sure that at home he's safe.
However I am not able anymore to catch up with him about dodgy websites who are shown in his school and on the net.
I am not blind to ignore the fact that some other teenagers are watching porn in the school and my son must catch some of it there.
Before I didn't had parental control on my which helped me to know which websites to avoid.
I mean this way that the issue with parental control is not allowing you to access websites who talking about the danger of porn in his naked form as other websites because the content doesn't pass of course the parental control agreement.
I am porn free for a while now but recent conversations I caught up while he spoke with his friends online playing (who are the same age as I have seen them for real) raised me some concerns.
I am also trying to avoid the conversation with his mum for now as she will blow up everything out of proportion.
So I am trying to get to the bottom of it but I have a fear to fall back into addiction by taking off the parental control on my phone for simply checking what my son and his friends are talking about.
For example 4chan is (unfortunately) the best place to know everything dodgy going on. In my own opinion, I can't fight something if I don't know what I am talking about.
Any recommendations would be appreciated.
I hope I have been readable.
Thanks for reading.
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2020.08.17 02:40 don_h_kowalski Caught mum naked

You ever sit around all day don’t know what to do? So bored of yourself that you just look at anything until you feel the rot creep up on you trying to drag you down. Well if you’re reading this, you must have some time on your hands. The name is Don Kowalski by the way.
My uncle used to say ,Gotta get out boy’ he said, ,You’re in a dark spot some time and when you’re in it keep going. Take it all, breath it in. Keep going. Always keep going.’ – ironic since he killed himself in a hunting accident out somewhere in woodland. I suppose he didn’t want to miss his prey and kept going after it. Kept going.
It started to work. For a few days you fight, and you struggle as sailors in a dry ditch or on a dry glass and you keep going, push forward and nothing comes from it until you know nothing will come from it. Such was time for me at the outbreak of our lovely new friend Covid. My one-part-off-part girlfriend Alessandra was with her family in Florida and so I shared the sunriddled apartment only with booze and screens.
Time was the enemy although it hadn’t been so from on early. It didn’t have to be this way. In the beginning, I was thrilled staying put, living only at home, downing a bottle here a bottle there took me months to realize that getting drunk wasn’t much exciting when you could do it every day. Lifting was no fun at home without the showoff.
The thrill wasn’t there without the mirrors and the others and I would not give empty testament. So I was stuck, down deep in my black chair with my greying hair clinging greasy to my head and the stubble on my face growing thicker and thicker like hedges and forests of dry metallic wires drilling themselves deep in my naked skin.
I sat on the chair, blue light penetrated me and I watched into it like someone getting lost in the sun to see caleidoscopic patterns afterwards for minutes and some stare in the dark ponds in gardens and across them and I stared into the unknown abbeys of the internet until I found something that hooked me. Interest was reborn, the cherubim and thrones sang, and I was again digging for knowledge on the riddle.
It was the case of Nathan, not Lessing’s I mind you. You got to know I’m, and I know this sounds like the start of a bad pulpy novel, I’m a PI or what the cool cats call it now. Private Investigation, looking at lives for a fuck of money but better than to slither up buttholes at the ordinary stational sedentary life I once had and was led in. I was called up, by a Mrs. Anderson, whose voice sounded like a whisky drowned chimney.
Carry Ann Anderson had called about a friend who was now dead meat. The case was solved she said but somehow it was not, not for her. There was rot on the inside of fresh timber. A fair warning here – there won’t be no solution, cause certainly me didn’t solve it. I told her so, when she called again. I hadn’t been to LA and going there was a waste, I knew as much already. For her sake I called the department over there and talked to the detective. She wasn’t going to be happy with my findings.
Gluing a mask of false politeness to my voice I asked, “So what’s the matter hm?”
“They say it’s all real simple: kid snapped and did it. But something ain’t right. You see I knew her back from the day, from Sacramento. I can tell you, this boy was no of these Columbines or Sandy Hooks, he would never hurt them.”
“That’s what the parents of those kids said too,” I said, uncomfortable silence on the other end.
“Something’s just off about this. You saw the files already?”
“Mhm. Didn’t do much good.”
“Tell you this: the officers said the same. Said it’s all there orderly and not like some coverup or some shit they tell you like the conspiracy theories on TV you know? Like they had to dig for it you know? Not too difficult and not too easy but also not in between not your textbook stuff either. Not odd he said. But said that it all around made it odd. Made it seem odd, still, somehow. Seems like not the type to do it. You know he said type? He spat them words out on me,” she said.
There I was. I made some calls asked about the kid that chopped down his family, sat his flat up like a Christmas tree and coaled it down to the ground, all in a cozy night. One day to the other and a bunch of people gone.
I find a pal of his, named Erica Cremonte. She was willing to talk. Told me when it happened and went down and all the other stuff. Other guys didn’t talk or told me how shitty they feel about it all. I dug a bit deeper inside Erica since she was the only source of water in the land of dry lands, she told me a bit more, opened up like an old lady to the cashier or waiter or the poor sod at the bus. Told me about Nathan and his family and his brother and his girlfriend her few idle feel-good weeks in Africa and the funeral. And that it didn’t make sense to her either.
And the days go by and I start to forget about the whole thing since there’s no leads and none won’t talk and I give up. Call Mrs. Anderson and tell her there is nothing and she doesn’t understand the whys in my words but she knows them and we agree to part ways and wish each other a nice day and she’s gone.
Days and weeks and months go by and I forget. Then I am locked here in front of the monitor and it all comes back and something in me stirs and after hours I stare at the profile of one Margaret Suarez and see the condolences on her Facebook profile.
I write to her and days pass me by, drinking lifting reading and boredom, the old familiar gent from around the corner walks up again until there’s a response. Asks me how I found her, what I wanted. Calls me and tells me all about the disfigured creep that slashed her mother in the office. Digs deeper and finds all the glory all the madness in the last mail, sent from her mother’s account.
He left something for us and I will share it with you. Keep in mind it’s all ludicrous but it will help pass some hours. So, the following is the written word of Nathan Cohen, brought to paper after he killed his therapist while locked up in the cuckoo’s nest.
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Sometimes I look up at the sky, at night. I wonder, is the lightning of the stars hidden by the vast dark, or is the darkness a shield? A shield that keeps us safe and calm from countless eyes that stare at us?
Back then I didn’t care for the night. The air was on fire from the red morning sun, every time the same, from grad school to that day when those good Fast Times at Ridgemont High started. In the beginning it was only dark shades of purple and crimson until the firmament turned to face blood.
A line of mystic clouds was in the sky, creeping forward like a white river. The street came alive minute by minute, looming trashmen came to empty our waste in the stark dust flying around. It was better in the hills with the cooling breeze before the onset of dawn.
Back then life was soft and kind and sometimes the only touch of madness was a killed hedgehog on the street or two poisoned cats in the neighborhood. Now, the sky is blue and white and partly covered in striped clouds standing static on the package of my pills. My name is Nate Cohen. Or was. A sitting corpse though I might sit and breath and eat and drink but I don't laugh or sing or cry. The laid out actions of others, that brought me here, might seem untrue for they can’t be proven, but I assure you they are true.
All of them. I don't know what will happen after I hit the "send" button but you all need to know there is a shade of acid in the world you don't taste or smell, but it burns your face like brimstone like flame-gas scorching your eyes like the sun was just the backside of a black hole. You'll see.
I was born Nathaniel Cohen in 1991 in the glory land of sunshine, to Ira and Susan. We lived down in Sacramento, my father running flocks of cars from behind a stuffed desk, and my mother gave pottery classes every Tuesday and Thursday night, taught a few friends how to make halfskilled molds of clay. Dad was a bold man always chasing dreams of living without a mortgage, and Mum supported but was like a happy young girl and bathed in the sounds of Sunday lawnmowers and plastic pools, water from the hose filtered the rays of solar bronze.
I guess in their own ways both were not real, maybe that was what tied them together. We weren't rich but not poor.
Playful on weekends I built forts and donjons between California sycamores and gray pine and hunted and ran with classmates and friends and neighbor's kids that grew grizzled worker’s brown over their small shapes.
I was happy before and afterwards, but loss is like a sharp pin in the foot, long lost by a sewing woman, too lazy to pick up her needles. Until then, when I was under or over 11 and my progenitor decided he needed to be home faster or sooner or was just hungry, and crashed into 2 men and 1 woman and one dog. Insurance and my grandparents (now long dead) kept us from sinking in the shelters of the homeless ones, but my mother needed work or we faced to lose the house.
The first months she worked as waitress at Ear’s, a rundown bar I wasn’t allowed to enter and so sat for hours on the warm sidewalks, gleaming red in the drowning sunlight and grey and sad under the smile of Mother Selene. Some days Mrs. Anderson watched me and I watched her, sipping slowly but frequent on cheap Chadonay. This went until some better showed up, and the months turned to over a year until that happened. My mother had studied contemporary art spending hours devouring Roy Lichtenstein and the likes and to find paying employment had never been on her mind, until some time as now.
Finally, after two years my mother got an offer from a small magazine in Los Angeles and we moved to this strange new world. Surprisingly, moving at the age of 13 was no fun but new friends found me as I slowly settled, when something changed.
Robert Berkowitz came into our life and took us in. He was a bald man with blonde eyebrows and eyes like glowing azures, he was no stranger to money and art, which was the way he’d gotten involved with Mum. They hit it right at each other and after some months or weeks, might it was just some weeks, he took us to his house in Beverly Hills, not far from where Foothill Road hits Park Way.
Beverly Palm Plaza was soon my second living room. Later, in the foul age of 16, I used all chances to leave the house into the mass of the 30.000 inhabitants living there, crossing the invisible line south of the tracks, where Pacific Electric had once worked streetcars on the Red Line. Eons ago in another world.
I did everything to leave home, my newborn half-brother Seth a crying shitting mess, stomping out silent thoughts with such vigor, that I agreed to join my mother on her monthly expeditions to the Los Angeles Country Museum of Art, near the buzzing Wilshire Boulevard. It was well worth the laughter from the beauties in blonde and black, and the cute Valley Girl that lived across from me. Life was good.
Robert tried to be a father, but in the end we formed a bond. He was there for me when I wanted and offered counsel and paid for my life while I enrolled in college, even helped my shallow dream to join in true Hollywood. After college I enrolled in the UCLA TFT program and, with help from my stepfather, finally landed a job at a production company, Reality TV. I started out as trainee and clawed my way finally to second assistant of the executive director of scripted TV development at Geronimo Grande Productions.
It wasn’t what I had dreamt of but at last I sustained myself, though Robert insisted to help with the rent for my flat on Kelton Avenue, where I still lived after graduating. Life was good back then, without the staring stars that tried to break through the night, away, far far away, Racing with the Moon.
I was 28 when the shades and clouds came over me. I was out with friends, a steamed night in the cool warm air’s vibrations around us.
We found a small restaurant near my place. Pitfire Artisan Pizza on 2018 Westwood Boulevard had brilliant Pesto Chicken and a damn fine Field Mushroom. I was there with Jules and Erica, enjoying dinner outside to the left of the entrance, a silent small tree our only companion, until she walked by. Inside there was a meeting of some charity organization, The Cotton Club or something.
Hair like ironed black jasper and ascetic nude makeup, she strolled by in a white tank top and black yoga pants, the matt casually under her arm. I didn’t stop staring at her. I couldn’t. Some birds in some nearby trees seemed to whistle after her and she turned around, just for a second, as if to say come after me Birdy.
“You in love Naty?” asked Erica, the flower from the valley with the flaxen mob on her head, sitting across from me.
“No,” I stuttered “Just caught my eye. Nothing.”
“Sure,” grinned Jules between his teeth, “Mine too.” he said, folding his tattooed arms in front of his chest, tongue shoved in the corner of his mouth smiling like a bobcat dressed in jeans and shirt of the same fabric, The Boy in Blue.
“Why don’t ask for her number? She’s just down the corner.”
“Isn’t that kinda creepy?”
“Most women like a bit of creeps, ” Jules howled up at his own joke, his hat nearly falling from the back of his head as he raised it up and slapped his left knee.
“Oh, shut up predator,” I waved off, before I turned to Erica “You don’t think that’s awkward?”
“Not if a guy like you asked. I remember a friend of mine met her husband like that, now Peggy Sue Got Married,” she smiled and put her head to the side. Too perfect white Hollywooddream teeth.
I had seen the Girl turning left and jogged away from the Pitfire, still hearing Jules laughing, when I saw her near La Grange Ave. She cut another corner up right so I ran after her, praying to find her. Yet to the grace of my bad luck, she was gone. The street in front of me was not crowded but the vixen from my dreams was vanished. Hands empty and defeated I returned to the table.
“Vae victis,” announced Jules, as he saw my hollow eyes. I never had a poker face until now. With half your face in mashed up molten scartissue it’s difficult to show emotion and I wonder, so far from home will the sun ever show herself again, will it fill anyone out her, raise itself, Raising Arizona?
“Did she say no?” blonde Erica asked with true empathy.
“Seems I lost her,” I said, trying to hide my disappoint. Just a few seconds more decisiveness and my life might have changed.
“Well let’s go, search a new one,” Jules sprang up and clapped.
Let’s go. The words rang, as I tumbled out of the cab up to my flat, the Girl long forgotten for the next few months until another fateful day, when I went to my gym. Workout and work kept me focused for a time and it was mostly night when I came home.
I admit I was a glutton. I had to work out at least three times a week, gym rats they call them. Muscled sweat pouring gales of raw testosterone into the halls. The Equinox Gym was my favorite in Westwood and I had been a paying patron for years now and knew more faces there than in the streets around my neighborhood. I had just left after a session of pumping my brains out, when I saw her crossing me by.
“Hey,” I blurted out in reflex.
She tilted her hand. Black hair, a shimmer of brown in the dusky sunlight, dark eyes and a friendly smile took me right home. Right where I belonged.
“Hey yourself,” she said, raising one eyebrow.
“Do I know you?” she asked, without arrogance, her black-brown hair gently thrown over the left shoulder. Love leaking out of every pore I muttered a plain “Yes”. Before she had a chance to pass me by.
“Sorry. I meet a lot of people lately,” she smiled “Are you in one of my courses?”
“Courses?”
“Well, here,” she grinned. Small white teeth and a thick red snail that crouched behind them, giving them shelter and backup, all the same.
“Ah no. I think, you passed by a pizza palor couple of weeks ago?” I stuttered in embarrassment, trying to suppress redness swelling on my cheek.
“Yes, that’s on my way. So, you’re my new stalker?” She laughed.
“Well, don’t I feel honored,” I extended my hand “My name’s Nate, by the way.”
“Amy. Amy Gallagher,” she raised a slim white wrist in the shade of the California sundown.
This was the day I really met Amy Gallagher for the first time. I rue it every moment in the coffin of my sterile being with the stars laughing at me and the disc in the sky calling my name making me all Moonstruck.
We set a date for the Saturday to come. I thought it fitting to go for Italian and led her to Sammy’s down at Santa Monica Boulevard. It wasn’t too expensive (I didn’t want to come across as one of those guys) but stylish enough to show her I had some taste stored in me. She wore a stunning babyblue dress just touching the tips of her knees, and her black mane was straightened in a long tail crowning her right pale shoulder. When she saw me, she licked her lips as if to prepare me for her Vampire’s Kiss. Sammy was a first gen from Palermo, old now he longed for his home and always liked to impress with native extravaganza.
“Ciao ragazzi!” he said as I walked my stunning Kypris down the cheap red carpet between trashy fake Roman plastic pillars.
“Come stai?” Amy replied, took his arm and left me somber.
They chatted a bit in Italian, what they said I do not know, but I knew the small thing in my belly, the knot of discomfort in my stomach. Laughs and eyes on me. Cheers swallow the jokes.
“You’re full of surprises,” I tried to gain control of the tilting ship, unnecessarily clawing my black hair back.
“You got no idea,” she pressed her tongue between a marble row of perfect teeth, a small red viper watched out from the cave of her mouth.
We talked of hard work, of idle time, of family the usual first-date-topics broken up by a hand of awkward pauses in between, like flashes in the storm.
“My family’s not from around here.”
“Neither’s mine.”
“So whose Italian? Mom or Dad? I bet your Dad.”
“None of them,” she grinned “I picked it up couple years ago.”
Movies, theater, literature, antipasti, strange people, more hobbies, main dish, skipping desert and I rolled from over her in my half of the bed (thank god I had cleaned up before I left).
Time flew like night owls and bats and the days were filled with wet noises. I visited some of her Yoga classes, though it didn’t suit me. She visited me on my work. I showed her around the crappy little rooms we sat in and all awed at her body and face.
The nights were like Sunday afternoons with her and all ungood became stored noise in the corner, so became my dead father and her dead family and my aspirations in Hollywood and her degree from John Hopkins and my love for seafood and her fishnet dress and here working Never on Tuesday. Three months and there was the big day.
“So you’re the famous Amy!” mother opened her arms to greet her, eager to impress. Hard embarrassment as Robert did the same, while Seth waved at her and whispered a shy “Hi”, acting so often like young male teens, caught in the web of a child’s mind and a growing body.
Mother had insisted to cook and so we all chowed away on something resembling orange Lasagna, chowing away with the Time to Kill until it was all over. Robert tried to save grace by filling up after each bite and putting on some of his favorite tunes. Wine spilled on the tablecloth like the face of Christ.
“Nothing better than the master,” he prophesized while laying on a small fortune in the body of an old vinyl version of “Sweet Home Chicago”, his second most favorite behind “Fire Birds”.
“You like to make deals yourself Nate told me,” Amy teased with a smile, Wild at Heart but calm and in control.
“Oh, we got an expert over here!” he teased back.
“I knew some devils myself,” she curled her pink lips, deviously looking from my chest to my eyes.
“I bet you still do,” Robert winked and tucked away as my mother gave him a noticeable kick under the table with a smile on her face.
“So, you’re a Yoga-instructor?” asked the former waitress, sucking out the air of the room.
“Amy is actually a doctor,” I deflected as she took my forearm softly, clinging for support.
“A doctor? That sounds nearly like what Zandalee did! Remember Zandalee? She was the girl down the street who had that accident a few years ago?” asked Robert, ignored by the rest.
“Why not work in a hospital or a clinic?” asked my mother.
“You must know, Western medicine is very limiting. There are many ways to keep oneself healthy, but you got to be open minded and have the stomach for it,” she laughed.
“You mean like this Eastern stuff?”
“Well there’s many older tricks to keep oneself in good shape,” she said before switching the topic “Nate says you two are art enthusiasts?”
“I don’t want to brag but I know my way around,” said Mum.
“Well me certainly not,” said Seth annoyed, a bored sigh escaped his lips, barely noticeable the runt of the egomaniac litter.
“Who made that wristband?” Amy inquired “It looks really cool!”, prompting a hidden prideful smile from my little brother who had put a small plastic pearl on a leather band knotted around his wrist.
“I did,” Seth said, as he stared awkwardly at the table.
“Don’t be shy baby,” said my mother “he’s usually not like that.”
“Just not interested in girls yet.”
“Are you famous?” asked the child, his cheeks bright red.
“No, I’m afraid I’m not,” said my love, giggling like an imbecile on her Honeymoon in Vegas.
“You sure? Aren’t you from the poor family?” asked the child again.
“Why do you ask?”
“I saw you on TV. You’re in that show about it.”
“Seth what are you talking? Stop that nonsense!” insisted my mother.
“It’s not nonsense,” said the child
“Enough now!” said mother.
“Ready for some games?” asked Robert as we dropped Seth’s fantasy.
“As ready as Amos & Andrew,” answered my Mum.
We spent the rest of the eve with talk and drink and spilled chips and even attempted to gamble on a bit of Ma-Jong before everyone sighed in boredom and we drove back to Amy’s place at Red Rock West with the Deadfall of the evening behind us. Usually, I had no trouble sleeping somewhere else and I had been to her little house at the fringes of the city’s civilization more often than not and when I woke at 03:00 a.m. the room smelled like gasoline. The TV was dead. We had watched something didn’t we? I thought “Guarding Tess” or “It Could Happen to You” was just starting when we dropped in. The things I knew were all so useless, I thought, what did it all do me good to know A Century of Cinema?
The bed was empty except for my own sweaty body, the smell like tiny razors in my nose, and when I called out, the only response was nothing from the hallway. I made my way outside on the corridor when I heard the whispers. At first I thought they came from the dirty bathroom but the closer I came towards the stairway the clearer it was.
Some voice was talking in the kitchen. Hiding my presence, I gazed through the open door and saw my girlfriend stare up at the moon, her voice barely a sound in it’s dead light. I didn’t hear what she said but for a while it seemed like there was someone else with us, someone who saw me and pointed a finger, led to her turning around, her eyes open and wide locking on my face. I jumped back at the swift surprise, as she called my name.
“Nate?” she asked me with a hunted voice, as if ready to give me the Kiss of Death.
“Y-Yeah. Everything all right Babe?”
“Sure. What you doing down here?”
“You were talking.”
“Did I wake you up?” she opened her arms to hug and we embraced another. Something wasn’t right.
“What you doing here? It’s after 4 in the morning and you here in the kitchen.” I left the words hanging in the air.
“You never noticed? I sleepwalk, always have. You really never woke up to this before? Did it since I was a baby when we were Leaving Las Vegas.”
I had no idea what she said. She told me it had happened to her since she was a child and that she had strange dreams of the moon and would wake up in the kitchen or the living room, mouth dry which meant she talked for long times, though to whom or what, she never said. Said it happened when she fell with the head right on the top of The Rock. We went back to bed but something was off. There was a noise. Or was there? I tried to turn around, roll over, Amy’s soft snoring next to me. Still a noise. Or not? Yes, yes definitely a noise. Or not?
A crackling sound, I jumped up. Slowly I crept outside the bed. Maybe just a bird had hit a window, had happened before. I crouched into the hallway, it came from the door. There was someone outside. Someone whistling. Slowly I made my way towards it, careful not to make the outsider aware of my presence.
I heard him breath or something that seemed like breathing. Half-breathing. Through the peephole I saw the void outside. There was nothing, just darkness and that whistling noise, soft and barley hearable.
It changed. Like light but not light, maybe orange or red. Did someone make a fire? Who would make fire in a building? It was like a bright red ring surrounding the black void. Then it blinked and I fainted.
Weeks came about and went by and work took me up as our next big project came, on my side always dutiful two new interns who often filled the whole office with the smell of fries they brought with them. We were in one of the smaller conference rooms, clean metal filled with flecks from cheap food, taking short breaks in between the longing working hours.
Sometimes I would use the breaks to talk some things through with my boss, always eager to show him how dedicated and thankful I was. His office had his name on the door but every time I couldn’t suppress the image of Very Important Pennis: Uncut on it. My tow fellow working drones were out to grab some snacks and I enjoyed the insularity of the room and took deep breaths, breathing through, Con Air from its powerful oxygen.
In my hand, a cup of coffee laying my eyes on the window, down on the people who passed another on the concrete between the pavements, when at the corner a man stood still. He was not ordinary. He just stood there. Had he stood here before? I don’t know but he stood and watched and then waved. Did he wave his hand at me? I came closer and tried to see what he was doing.
He raised his arm up in 45 degrees, and a single finger pointed at me like a spear as I gasped. Was this man mad? Was he seriously looking at me? There was something odd with him, I knew. There was something with his grimace, his Face/Off like he didn’t belong here.
Not on the street, but right here right that he was wrong in the City of Angles with his staring and unblinking Snake Eyes. As if he licked the thoughts in my head he violently shook his face up and down, loosening his slicked back brown hair and he smiled like a kid until for a moment his skin shook looked like a loosened mask. Then he hopped from one leg to the other, passers just ignored him, one to the other one to the other one to the other and bang he had fallen flat on the street crushing his head on the ground.
He lifted himself, blood tripling down on his brown suit and his white shirt and he did the same again. With full force he cracked his face on the hot concrete, again and again, sputtering teeth in all directions, still everyone ignored him and laughed at the sunfilled day.
As sudden as before he stood up, waved at me and ran away around the corner. In disbelief I kept standing and saw him look around the corner, staring at me until he produced an 8mm camera he pointed downwards. Then he started to spit around, all over the place as if that would have some effect like melting the stone or Bringing Out the Dead (which of course it didn’t).
Then he was gone in no time, Gone in 60 Seconds. Unbelievable what I had seen. When the interns returned, I pointed the spot out but the blood wasn’t there and the street so dirty clean like ever, and they thought I joked at them and turned their pimpled faces into smiles. Maybe it had just been bizarre performance, stranger things happened.
I told Amy of it and she agreed that it was nothing but an act or maybe really just a party clown or maybe someone who wanted to perform for his kids like The Family Man that he might be. I snugged up to her and pulled her close. I was happy and lucky and had to suppress that crunching emotion of bliss for a single time in my life only to accept the beauty in it with my shortloved heart.
I didn’t think about the man until a month later, it was weekend and Amy had her courses to give so I decided to grab my brother for a time at the beach. The hot sand around us we were lain out in the sun, talked about girls our mother and that his encroaching puberty started to cause tidal waves in the house. He was a good child and I tried to be as much a brother as I was. We were out in the water and then dried in the sun, palyed volleyball and disturbed elder people with it, when the sun tingled away.
Time had flown and I was glad I took the day to spend it with him. On our route home I filled up the car at the next gas station. There I met the Man again. Seth had taken time to make a visit to the toilet as I waited in the car. I was on my phone and scrolled through reviews for the coming movie night. I made a selection, “Captain Corelli’s Mandolin” it was and “Christmas Carol: The Movie” and “Windtalkers” but a newer Adaptation, I looked up and saw the Man in the front of the car. His blue eyes examined my face, brown suit brown hair, and he hopped back in one jump and picked something up.
It was a little beagle and he pulled the puppy tight to his chest and scratched him gently behind the ears, whispering something into them that sounded like Sonny, but I’m not sure. He looked again at my eyes and he smiled. I didn’t know how to react, so I smiled back at him and showed him my thumb up and prayed he may go away. He did not.
He dropped the puppy to the ground and kicked it and jumped on it.
I heard the yelp and whimpering from outside but was too shocked to do something. He jumped up and down time after time my mouth opened in terror as I saw the blood on his black shoes. Through all this he had this relaxed smile and looked at me.
The howls of the puppy stopped and he picked up the furry meat, the head a mess of bone shards and brain, one eyeball broken out, dangled down form the rest of the defiled carcass. The Man pulled the puppy tight to his chest and lifted his thumb, cradling his face in the red stew. He let it fell down to the ground again and kicked it again and again until it was bloods-and-bones-stew.
I opened the car door when Seth shouted, “Where are you going?” I turned around to see he poked his head in the rustic car and as I nudged to the front, I saw the Man was gone.
Headfirst I sprang out the car and nosedived on the street, my face nearly touched the asphalt. He was gone and so was the blood. Seth shouted out but I was inside the shop already and begged the young cashier for aid, asked her if she hadn’t seen the Man outside. Headlight eyes looked at me in fear as I tried to grab her shoulders over the counter. Dirt blew up all around me as I touched the dusty bins and shelves. After a babbling tirade I looked at the hand that clenched my arm. Seth looked bewildered at me, his eyes asked if I gone maniac.
I had scared him but it brought me back to reality, for a short time. We sat silent in the car until angry hoops of late afternoon commuters called for banishment. I turned around and parked on the lot, then called police. They weren’t skeptical like in the films, especially when I told them that I had seen the man before. An understanding face took notes and went inside to consult with the cashier. I called Mum.
“What you guys up to? What’s going on?”
“Mum,” I said. “There was this guy.”
“Did something happen with Seth? What did he do?”
“Nothing,” I said and watched from the frame of my sight how my brother curled up in the passenger seat. “It was just odd.”
“What’s the matter with you? You scared me to death,” she said. I couldn’t scare her with this. Had I really imagined it all? I called Amy but she didn’t answer.
There was nothing on the video, they said. Just me in the car staring bewildered then stumbling out like drunk. They gave me various explanations from dehydration to stress and left me and my brother there on the road.
I opened the door and fell on the couch. I told him about my encounters with the man and tried to find reasons for the strange behavior until he asked if I couldn’t file against a stalker. Was this Man stalking me? From one second to the other things made sense and didn’t seem as bad, or bad in a different way. I pulled over a stoic mask on my mad face and cheered him up as I felt his angst. I called Mum and told her everything was fine, just a misunderstanding, and she accepted my explanation with weary ease.
I ditched my list and let Seth choose a film and slumped on the couch with dry eyelids covering my headache.
I woke up from a noise at the door, Seth crouched on my shoulder in sleep. I was scared and turned around to see my Amy standing in front of me, trying to plug in her dead phone. We embraced and sat down in the bedroom far off from troubling my brother with my disturbing tale. Amy didn’t doubt me but seemed more skeptic crafting mighty fine tales of pranksters and jokers wandering around town scaring people to practice their grotesqueries.
After a half slice of pizza and a cold shower we sat down with Seth on the couch, he somewhat checking out my girlfriend’s body under the green summer dress, a piece of cloth befitting a city not in tune with itself but always in fake summer. We lied in bed afterwards, she behind me, pressed against my back. I drifted away with a headache and the blazing last sunrays shone behind my eyelids again, a flash of a smile of the Man and his rat teeth and his chopstick-dress and he all set on fire, just standing and smiling. I woke and stared in darkness, the moon smirking at my anguish. Night bathed the room and I heard the deep snoring sound of Amy, still behind me.
The pillow was hot and cooked my ear and brought back memories of a headache as to command to turn over my headrest to the cooling side of the equator, to hopefully fall fast back asleep but as I lifted up there in the split of the halfclosed door to the dark of the halls behind I saw the blazing eyes. Red glowing in the dark for a lifetime and a second, staring and blinking and a soft tickle of laughter. I crouched myself at Amy’s side and shook her softly, she mumbling as her eyes opened awake.
I told her there was a thing at the door in the apartment. Sober from sleep her grogginess fell in an instant, and stiff like a white candle, she was up in the bed next to me. Her hands turned on the light and I moved a finger to the mouth and slowly crawled out from the bed, scared and slow steps I leaped forward looking behind me to see her face. She got up after me and held a hand on my back, a sign of watchful reassurance.
The rest of my home was dark and silent but for the breathing of Seth on the couch who woke as I switched on the lightbulbs tingling above his hair. Questioning eyes, he asked what was going on, Amy sat down with him as I went through all rooms again.
Then in the bedroom I looked under the bed and there was nothing. Back in the darkness of the hallway, Amy whispered to me of talking to someone a therapist or a psychiatrist, as I just stared at the shadow of a Man that was next to me, his face inches away from mine.
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2020.08.16 15:20 don_h_kowalski Naked mum caught

Part 1


Nothing happened in the following weeks. Work was great and so was my family and my friends. Erica was out of the States and Jules had found himself a girl, or so he thought. We had bucked around the issue but in the end, we couldn’t ditch one of those awkward meetups and Amy got us a table in a piano bar to hang out of with drinks and music.
It was a glamorous mansion of steel and glass, nearly carved out of an ancient giant from the far future. The center was a rotunda high above us with a man in a black suit and long disheveled hair, his back to us, he was pure music. Jules went on and on about how he had met his girl and Amy listened idly by and I sat and nodded and thought of nothing. All was great and it wasn’t, sitting for hours in the dark waiting for red eyes when we would finally get home. I took a sip of my drink and turned to the side of my seat, blinking empty into the filled hall as “St. James Infirmary” droned from the piano and my mind fell into the protruding thoughts that something was so very, very wrong under the glassfiltered starshine.
“Right?”
“What?” I asked.
“We also met by chance,” Amy smirked and Jules laughed long and hard and fake.
“I guess so.”
“Ain’t that a romantic?” Jules clapped, pushing his girlfriend with his shoulder, while she showed her teeth in an embarrassed grin.
“Well, just happened, I guess,” I said.
“Oh, from what I heard, it was more than just your usual sweet guy meets cool girl in a bar,” said Amy.
“It definitely was,” Jules insisted, “he went straight after you, jumping out of his seat while me and Erica watched in awe – what would happen next? Imagine my surprise when this handsome young bloke came back emptyhanded!”
“Did he?” Amy asked calm.
“No,” I answered, drowning myself in her bright dark eyes, always there never failing to catch me.
“Now-now, you lovebirds, Mia and me aren’t together a week and not as cringy as the two of you.”
“Maybe you’re not worth the effort?” Amy hissed, ignoring the furious gaze of Jules’ companion.
“Relax, got to enjoy ourselves here right?”
“Sure.”
“Guy is just amazing,” I pointed towards the dark piano man, a fleck of darkness in the room, all neon lights directed at him drowning out the color of his hair.
“Suit is sick man.”
“That’s vampa,” said Amy.
“What?”
“That new black? Don’t hear about it?”
“Can’t say so,” said Jules.
“Nope.”
“It’s pure black. Catches all the light and makes it look like there’s just a hole.”
“Probably some marketing-stunt from the owner.”
“Don’t think so, guy is quite new here, played with the Matchstick Men before, or so I heard” countered Jules.
“He has something familiar.”
“Heard people say that last week. Must be one of those universal faces, but I admit, his music really is a National Treasure.”
“It’s odd. I really feel I have seen him before you know?”
“Yeah me too,” laughed Jules.
“What’s his name?”
Amy shrugged and let her hand slide down on the bench. I felt it in my lap, time to leave.
“I think I have seen him before,” said Jules as he finished his drink and we left.
Outside the air stood still. Amazing how calm the world can be on one side when somewhere else some Lord of War might slaughter hundreds or thousands of innocents at the same time when The Weather Man gives you his thumbs up for the weekend.
The stillness broke, there was crying. The piano player had stepped outside behind us, bowed down to a child next to the boy’s parents. The child looked boisterous and scared, like The Ant Bully got his reckoning. Serves him right, I thought as we made our way to the car.
I drowned in her hair, high above me as she sat on me, her breasts like the towers of the World Trade Center, like a giant image of a woman made from wicker baskets by thousands of servants, building The Wicker Man and being horrified when their final creation turned out to be a doll.
Falling down, she was fast asleep her sweaty skin pinned on mine as I caught my breath, the nightstand lamp illuminating our filthy copulation, my mind was taken back to my audience, my anxious waiting for the final confrontation with the intruder of my life, with this red-eyed hell beast and Ghost Rider. My back scratched up on the pillow as I wriggled my left hand free from the dark beauty that rested on it. Tingling blood finding its way back to dammed veins, I shut the lights off and drifted in the land of dream, the ringing of “St. James Infirmary” still in my mind.
I woke in the familiar darkness, Amy shifted halfway down over my belly bringing a smile to myself as her soft breathing tickled the hair around my nave. My mouth felt filled with sand and cobwebs as I grasped for the ready glass of water in the dark beside me. Like a fleshy spider, my free hand crawled over the wood that creaked like an old Grindhouse, careful not to fell the glass with the precious liquid. I froze as I felt hairy skin on it. A hand clutched my fingers. There was now heavy breathing Next to our bed and I screamed. Lifted up, I turned the light and woke my girlfriend who looked at me, eyes opened in terror.
“What you doing?” she screamed like a little girl, crawling over me to her side of the bed grasping for her blanket. The room was empty, out of place only my own person.
“Someone was here again!”
“Nate. This has been going on long enough. Don’t you – you know, talk to someone? Maybe someone professional?”
I barely listened as I turned around, making sure nobody was under the bed, like a child I pulled the blanket close to my chin and looked at my horrified girlfriend.
“I don’t know. It really felt like a hand.”
“You were probably just dreaming,” she said annoyed and turned around. “Turn it off now.”
I hesitated, would the hand return if I turned it off? Or maybe something worse? Something like thousands of spiders drilling their tiny bodies in all my cavities?
I pushed the button and the room returned to the natural absence of light, my body pressed against Amy’s back as much as possible, searching for security in the dark, security that I shouldn’t find as I heard a short noise like a sharp whistle cutting through the commonality of my bedroom. I heard footsteps and shuffling, but every time I turned on the light there was nothing.
“You heard that?” I asked.
“What?”
“That sound.”
“Nate!” she shouted. “Please just let me sleep.”
I kept quiet and waited for the sound to return. It did not but neither did my sleep.
The next morning was cleansed and silent and filled with golden light. It was before the hour of seven and the sun gave me strength, the sun eased me, guided me out of the fear from the unknown terrors that lurked in the corners of mirrors and eyes ready to snatch me and eat my world.
For some time, I was still and allowed my thoughts to fly around in the caves of my skull. Amy must have gotten out early, I heard some whispering from outside.
I thought about the day Robert had taken Seth and me to the pond. How he talked with me about my future and how glad he was that he had found us. How proud he was that I had accepted him in my life. I thought about my father, about those precious – now far too few – hours spent on the lawn, helpfully delivering him some juice as he worked in the garden, blissfully unaware of the future and the crash. I thought about how any child I might have with Amy would never meet its true grandfather. I heard it again and I went mad for a while.
As the blindness of the night had crippled my courage, the day pushed me forward to seek out what mundane cause was behind my fears. I slipped out of bed and stepped in the bathroom. I splashed cold water into my visage when I looked up, I saw it. Just for a second, the image in the mirror seemed distorted and crippled and it took me a moment to figure out what it was. Just for a part of a fraction of a second, the me in the mirror seemed slow to follow on myself’s moves. As I winked, it took long for the Nate in the mirror to follow.
The stretch was too big, surely, I was still half in my sleep, I thought as I raised my hand and the image opened the mouth and circled it’s tongue in frantic ecstasy. A wail of agony filled the halls as I cowered in the corner outside the room, Amy shaking my shoulders. This wasn’t real was all I thought. The mirror worked as good as ever when we looked in there together – just a reflection, as instant and spontaneous as expected. Amy wanted to call a doc but I had none of it, as I watched the polished couch table and the distorted face in it as she kept talking. She called my mother who came with Robert. Both looked worried, finally grasping bits of the truth of my mental state.
“Let’s go to the kitchen,” my mother said to Amy, releasing me from a soft hug not looking into my eyes.
I sat in the living and stared in the screen of the TV as they talked in the kitchen. Robert came in, awkward motions forced me to raise myself up and straighten out my back against the couch. He sat down to me, hunked over, he faced me directly leaving no chance to ignore his words except for their supposed gravity.
“You know we’re all worried about you,” he said.
“I know.”
“This can’t go on.”
“What am I supposed to do? You think I just imagine this whole shit I saw it goddamnit.”
“Son, you put too much pressure on yourself,” he said “Or not. But I don’t believe someone is following you or something’s wrong with your bathroom. There’s no ghost living in there,” he said chuckling “You can’t really believe that?”
I stopped. It was all so real, strange hands on my nightstand and a strange Man stomping on a dog. However, spoken like this I sounded ludicrous. I nodded, not as an answer but because it was the only thing to do, the only thing that felt right.
“You know, there’s a guy we had at the company to help with all the anxiety.”
“A therapist?”
“Kind of. Look, I didn’t want this, but your mum wanted me to call. Here’s his number he’s waiting for you. Nobody thinks you’re not normal but this has to stop. Now.”
He handed me the card and gave me a pat on the back. My mother entered with Amy, who looked as uncomfortable as if she had been rectally examined, my mother’s arm fumbling at her elbow.
“What was that?” asked Amy.
My mother, draping herself on the stool couch filled her in “This needs to stop. Seth is all flustered up about this. Take a break from work if it has to be but please, please stop doing this. Talking about dead puppies and all.”
“Cut the boy some slack. Police said there could have been someone right?”
“They said so.”
“And I believe you,” Amy smiled at me.
“Look I don’t say you’re lying. But as it is right now this can’t go on babe.”
“I know what I saw.”
“I really believe that you believe that but you need to talk to someone.”
“I thought that someone was you.”
“Nate. Please don’t be like this. I just want to help you.”
“You don’t. If you did why the fuck would you whisper with mum?”
“She asked if we wanted to come over on the weekend,” she said as she embraced me tight. My tears fell down on her shoulder. Soon I sobbed in her chest.
They invited use over for a BBQ at the weekend. My mother hugged me fiercely and whispered “I love you,” in my ear, Amy hugged me afterwards and told me the same.
I needed to flee this and drove to the Equinox. The moon was high as I left and I watched several times to the entrance, made sure other people stood ore leaned there.
We arrived early, Amy in a bikini under a blue beachdress and me in shorts . There was some papers on the floor, the inside chocolate all molten spilling out on the beige tiled ground. Seth loved those snacks and waved at me from the door which opened to the outside terrace, his skin clean and wet and filling the close nostrils with pool water as I threw him back in the cooling liquid.
“Careful there,” shouted my mother “Don’t you hurt him!” she frowned.
I rolled my eyes and went over to Robert who handed me a beer while Amy tried to talk to her nearly-future mother in law, helping to bring out the dishes.
Robert’s forehead drowned in sweat next to the huge metallic beast, a worried look behind the unseen eyes, hidden from the sun in yellow tilted glasses, a smile, down bend, on his suntanned skin. No need to talk, standing still we did, while my mother threw me short glances of worried suspicions as I threw my little brother in the pool.
Dinner was as fine as ever, like nothing had happened and all was good as I talked of work and how we had taken up a dance class together and Seth bit his little leather wristband, silent protest against dull adult conversation. Handing sauces of spice and mustard, my mother chattered everything away, filling the thick air with wind from her lungs. Time was late and we left, Amy adjusting her spare clothing at the entrance in front of the big mirror, her eyes blood red. I said nothing, just tried to keep calm, if she knew something was wrong, she didn’t say so. Her eyes were still pure red in the car and still pure red in bed. Pure red.
I was afraid in the office, never leaving myself alone in any room screening the windows and seeing nothing. I was approaching my car fast, sweaty palms tightening around the handle of my bag. He jumped me and I fell down, the Man. He was tied in wood all around his chest and arms and legs, a canister of gasoline in his hand. He sat himself on fire and walked towards me, smiling all the same.
“An Kay See,” he stuttered and shouted, looking down on the floor. I tried to pass him but he jumped me again and we rolled on the floor like lovers, for a moment the fire scorching my skin as he put me in a bear hug. My fist hit his belly and I clawed into the car and locked it tight behind me. Suddenly the pain was gone, no burn marks.
“She said it’s time!” he shouted as he pressed his face against the window.
I felt sweat and tears pouring down my face and drove past him, his smoking arms waving and melting away. There was nothing, only dark. I heard chuckling and smelt burnt flesh and heard a silent whispered noise. I tried to call Amy and my mother and Robert and Seth but none picked up. I locked the door tight and checked it a dozen times. I went to the bedroom and I laid myself on the bed. This had to stop. I tried to call Amy again but she didn’t pick up.
A wave of pain hit me as I sat up I stared into hell. Two figures, tied in wires, skinless red with painfilled eyes, trying to scream through their mouths, filled with hard coppercables. The first was crouched near the floor in a squatting position.
There was some skin left on the belly and two giant holes near the chest where breasts had been. White balls dangled from her sockets like the eyes of snails. The other figure wasn’t better, eyes and mouth crudely covered in metallic wire and blood running from the ears. Rings were all over the body and the genitals were a bizarre knot of cables and cord but most human tissue was gone. They moved in a manner of a dance standing at one place and shaking from agony as I just sat and watched gasping for air waiting to faint. I didn’t.
I knew it was my mother and Robert by how they reacted to my screaming. For a short moment we turned into a tortured family choir my mother wailing in endless terror, they would be damaged for the rest of their lives, if they lived.
Behind them I saw something move in the corridor. On all four limbs, the Man crawled towards me, naked and covered in blood. Pure red. I sprang for the phone but he was at me and gripped my palm and bit it. His eyes were bursting from his sockets and his tongue got longer and longer and wrapped around me while he made “Hee-Haw”, “Hee-Haw”, like a donkey. Hee-Haw, I felt teeth in my lower arm. They sank in and touched the bone and scratched it like needles. He ran his thumbs in my mouth with chewed fingernails he scratched me as good as he could.
I wanted to put up a fight but he spat tooth after tooth from his mouth, the wailing of my kin, twisting on the floor, drowned us. I escaped and ran in the living room and locked the door and all was silent. The bastard had bitten my arm right to the bone, it was numb and bleeding. Someone would come any minute, no way the neighbors didn’t hear that. What if they ignored it? No, someone would come, any minute.
My phone rang in the other room, again and again. I sat and shivered and cried, waiting on the couch, waiting for the fear to subside and to hope for Amy to show up and save me, which she didn't.
After about 20 minutes I pulled my guts together and entered the empty hallway. All was empty in silence.
I heard some rumbling from outside, the bedroom clear of any presence, god knows what it was that he did to my family. The lights were down and the night seemed darker than ever in my life, its weight felt like a coat of lead on my back. Electricity was dead and I contemplated to leave when I heard heavy breathing from the kitchen, humping steps bending the wood underneath, bringing something down. It was the Man walking again on all fours, his head shook madly Iike a rabid dog’s. His hands on the ground the shaking stopped and his eyes met mine.
He smiled. His teeth came out of his mouth unnaturally growing in length until they dropped on the floor and only thick salvia drooled from the empty canvass in his face, which still was decorated in an honest smile. Wrapped around the upper row of teeth, now on the floor, was a small leather wrist band. I turned around to the door to see Amy laughing at me, blood from her eyes, what had the monster done to her? I grabbed her and made for the door but she pulled me back, threw me down and brought her face near mine. Blood tripled down on it and her laughing turned to growling as she drove her teeth in my face and the Man licked my feet and rammed his teeth under my toenails.
“Please! I love you,” I shouted, trying to break free, Amy’s upper lip was a mess of fleshy stripes, as teeth sprouted like flowers through her white skin.
“Just started,” she replied and ripped a huge flesh chunk from my shoulder while drilling her nails in my hand, popping the blue veins one by one. Her eyes met mine, her once beautiful face turned into grotesque mask as her mouth became a long snout with teeth staring out in all directions. The Man looked up to me, black in blood his eyes glared visible in the darkness and bit by bit he poked my skin and stripped it from me. Amy’s nails felt like hooks as she brought her teeth to my eyeball and sank them in. Half-blinded I saw the grimace to which she had turned. I tried to speak but her tendrils and the second mouth growing from her cheek chew my tongue and ripped it in two. Blood streamed from my face and I hoped to drown but I didn’t.
The Man kept shouting “Hee-Haw, Hee-Haw An Kay See!”. There was blood and claws everywhere, the floor was an oozing mess and the two of them made sounds like pigs and dogs, enjoying to tear me apart. When they ripped off my arm I was nearly gone before Amy beat me back to consciousness with it and rammed her rows of teeth in my chest leaving marks like craters in it while the Man giggled and played with himself in the corner and never revealed from hence the blood came he had worn before he entered my home and broke my world, put snakes and claws in my happiness. My whole world went dark.
I couldn’t – and to be honest can’t – fathom what my body looks like, a blob of inhuman proportions, a slug in a bound chair I woke up in the bed, my usable hand tied to the bed with metallic rings. They told me I did it – killed my parents, my mother and Seth and Robert and Amy and set it all ablaze. Wanted a motive. I shouted for days on repeat till my vocal folds were burnt through and silent hissing of a kitten’s throat came forth from it. Non-threatening and soft but terrible to look at. The nurses averted their eyes, and the doctors weren’t better as far as I knew, not that I care. My life was atomized. Not for long. She’s dead on the floor, the therapist. As I write this down, not much time is left. Expose them, whoever they are. I take the pencil I stabbed into her eye and see myself dancing on its pin. Sometimes at night I see the Man, his face a blazing skull, just looking at me and laughing. Sometimes there’s Amy too, her face a blurring of beauty and animal, her nipples like serpentine tongues lashing out on me. Soon I am gone.
I know all will be gone from this earth. All will go dark, as I hear the piano playing in the distance, see the mask of the player in his long black coat and hear his laughter wild and unhinged and feel his true face.
I have now been here for the last half year. They give me pills and tried to get me to admit my guilt. Tried to talk me out of this nightmare. Barely anyone else talks to me. My body is scarred and immobile. Now I did it. I killed Dr. Suarez with the last remainder of my muscles and I will get this out.
I look up at the sky, at night. I wonder, is the lightning of the stars hidden by the vast dark, or is the darkness a shield? A shield that keeps us safe and calm from countless eyes that stare at us?
The Man and piano player stands in the corner and laughs at me. I have met him before. I know who he is. I feel who they are. Feel who they are. Feel who are they. Who are they? Who?
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2020.08.16 14:29 don_h_kowalski Caught mum naked

Nothing happened in the following weeks. Work was great and so was my family and my friends. Erica was out of the States and Jules had found himself a girl, or so he thought. We had bucked around the issue but in the end, we couldn’t ditch one of those awkward meetups and Amy got us a table in a piano bar to hang out of with drinks and music.
It was a glamorous mansion of steel and glass, nearly carved out of an ancient giant from the far future. The center was a rotunda high above us with a man in a black suit and long disheveled hair, his back to us, he was pure music. Jules went on and on about how he had met his girl and Amy listened idly by and I sat and nodded and thought of nothing. All was great and it wasn’t, sitting for hours in the dark waiting for red eyes when we would finally get home. I took a sip of my drink and turned to the side of my seat, blinking empty into the filled hall as “St. James Infirmary” droned from the piano and my mind fell into the protruding thoughts that something was so very, very wrong under the glassfiltered starshine.
“Right?”
“What?” I asked.
“We also met by chance,” Amy smirked and Jules laughed long and hard and fake.
“I guess so.”
“Ain’t that a romantic?” Jules clapped, pushing his girlfriend with his shoulder, while she showed her teeth in an embarrassed grin.
“Well, just happened, I guess,” I said.
“Oh, from what I heard, it was more than just your usual sweet guy meets cool girl in a bar,” said Amy.
“It definitely was,” Jules insisted, “he went straight after you, jumping out of his seat while me and Erica watched in awe – what would happen next? Imagine my surprise when this handsome young bloke came back emptyhanded!”
“Did he?” Amy asked calm.
“No,” I answered, drowning myself in her bright dark eyes, always there never failing to catch me.
“Now-now, you lovebirds, Mia and me aren’t together a week and not as cringy as the two of you.”
“Maybe you’re not worth the effort?” Amy hissed, ignoring the furious gaze of Jules’ companion.
“Relax, got to enjoy ourselves here right?”
“Sure.”
“Guy is just amazing,” I pointed towards the dark piano man, a fleck of darkness in the room, all neon lights directed at him drowning out the color of his hair.
“Suit is sick man.”
“That’s vampa,” said Amy.
“What?”
“That new black? Don’t hear about it?”
“Can’t say so,” said Jules.
“Nope.”
“It’s pure black. Catches all the light and makes it look like there’s just a hole.”
“Probably some marketing-stunt from the owner.”
“Don’t think so, guy is quite new here, played with the Matchstick Men before, or so I heard” countered Jules.
“He has something familiar.”
“Heard people say that last week. Must be one of those universal faces, but I admit, his music really is a National Treasure.”
“It’s odd. I really feel I have seen him before you know?”
“Yeah me too,” laughed Jules.
“What’s his name?”
Amy shrugged and let her hand slide down on the bench. I felt it in my lap, time to leave.
“I think I have seen him before,” said Jules as he finished his drink and we left.
Outside the air stood still. Amazing how calm the world can be on one side when somewhere else some Lord of War might slaughter hundreds or thousands of innocents at the same time when The Weather Man gives you his thumbs up for the weekend.
The stillness broke, there was crying. The piano player had stepped outside behind us, bowed down to a child next to the boy’s parents. The child looked boisterous and scared, like The Ant Bully got his reckoning. Serves him right, I thought as we made our way to the car.
I drowned in her hair, high above me as she sat on me, her breasts like the towers of the World Trade Center, like a giant image of a woman made from wicker baskets by thousands of servants, building The Wicker Man and being horrified when their final creation turned out to be a doll.
Falling down, she was fast asleep her sweaty skin pinned on mine as I caught my breath, the nightstand lamp illuminating our filthy copulation, my mind was taken back to my audience, my anxious waiting for the final confrontation with the intruder of my life, with this red-eyed hell beast and Ghost Rider. My back scratched up on the pillow as I wriggled my left hand free from the dark beauty that rested on it. Tingling blood finding its way back to dammed veins, I shut the lights off and drifted in the land of dream, the ringing of “St. James Infirmary” still in my mind.
I woke in the familiar darkness, Amy shifted halfway down over my belly bringing a smile to myself as her soft breathing tickled the hair around my nave. My mouth felt filled with sand and cobwebs as I grasped for the ready glass of water in the dark beside me. Like a fleshy spider, my free hand crawled over the wood that creaked like an old Grindhouse, careful not to fell the glass with the precious liquid. I froze as I felt hairy skin on it. A hand clutched my fingers. There was now heavy breathing Next to our bed and I screamed. Lifted up, I turned the light and woke my girlfriend who looked at me, eyes opened in terror.
“What you doing?” she screamed like a little girl, crawling over me to her side of the bed grasping for her blanket. The room was empty, out of place only my own person.
“Someone was here again!”
“Nate. This has been going on long enough. Don’t you – you know, talk to someone? Maybe someone professional?”
I barely listened as I turned around, making sure nobody was under the bed, like a child I pulled the blanket close to my chin and looked at my horrified girlfriend.
“I don’t know. It really felt like a hand.”
“You were probably just dreaming,” she said annoyed and turned around. “Turn it off now.”
I hesitated, would the hand return if I turned it off? Or maybe something worse? Something like thousands of spiders drilling their tiny bodies in all my cavities?
I pushed the button and the room returned to the natural absence of light, my body pressed against Amy’s back as much as possible, searching for security in the dark, security that I shouldn’t find as I heard a short noise like a sharp whistle cutting through the commonality of my bedroom. I heard footsteps and shuffling, but every time I turned on the light there was nothing.
“You heard that?” I asked.
“What?”
“That sound.”
“Nate!” she shouted. “Please just let me sleep.”
I kept quiet and waited for the sound to return. It did not but neither did my sleep.
The next morning was cleansed and silent and filled with golden light. It was before the hour of seven and the sun gave me strength, the sun eased me, guided me out of the fear from the unknown terrors that lurked in the corners of mirrors and eyes ready to snatch me and eat my world.
For some time, I was still and allowed my thoughts to fly around in the caves of my skull. Amy must have gotten out early, I heard some whispering from outside.
I thought about the day Robert had taken Seth and me to the pond. How he talked with me about my future and how glad he was that he had found us. How proud he was that I had accepted him in my life. I thought about my father, about those precious – now far too few – hours spent on the lawn, helpfully delivering him some juice as he worked in the garden, blissfully unaware of the future and the crash. I thought about how any child I might have with Amy would never meet its true grandfather. I heard it again and I went mad for a while.
As the blindness of the night had crippled my courage, the day pushed me forward to seek out what mundane cause was behind my fears. I slipped out of bed and stepped in the bathroom. I splashed cold water into my visage when I looked up, I saw it. Just for a second, the image in the mirror seemed distorted and crippled and it took me a moment to figure out what it was. Just for a part of a fraction of a second, the me in the mirror seemed slow to follow on myself’s moves. As I winked, it took long for the Nate in the mirror to follow.
The stretch was too big, surely, I was still half in my sleep, I thought as I raised my hand and the image opened the mouth and circled it’s tongue in frantic ecstasy. A wail of agony filled the halls as I cowered in the corner outside the room, Amy shaking my shoulders. This wasn’t real was all I thought. The mirror worked as good as ever when we looked in there together – just a reflection, as instant and spontaneous as expected. Amy wanted to call a doc but I had none of it, as I watched the polished couch table and the distorted face in it as she kept talking. She called my mother who came with Robert. Both looked worried, finally grasping bits of the truth of my mental state.
“Let’s go to the kitchen,” my mother said to Amy, releasing me from a soft hug not looking into my eyes.
I sat in the living and stared in the screen of the TV as they talked in the kitchen. Robert came in, awkward motions forced me to raise myself up and straighten out my back against the couch. He sat down to me, hunked over, he faced me directly leaving no chance to ignore his words except for their supposed gravity.
“You know we’re all worried about you,” he said.
“I know.”
“This can’t go on.”
“What am I supposed to do? You think I just imagine this whole shit I saw it goddamnit.”
“Son, you put too much pressure on yourself,” he said “Or not. But I don’t believe someone is following you or something’s wrong with your bathroom. There’s no ghost living in there,” he said chuckling “You can’t really believe that?”
I stopped. It was all so real, strange hands on my nightstand and a strange Man stomping on a dog. However, spoken like this I sounded ludicrous. I nodded, not as an answer but because it was the only thing to do, the only thing that felt right.
“You know, there’s a guy we had at the company to help with all the anxiety.”
“A therapist?”
“Kind of. Look, I didn’t want this, but your mum wanted me to call. Here’s his number he’s waiting for you. Nobody thinks you’re not normal but this has to stop. Now.”
He handed me the card and gave me a pat on the back. My mother entered with Amy, who looked as uncomfortable as if she had been rectally examined, my mother’s arm fumbling at her elbow.
“What was that?” asked Amy.
My mother, draping herself on the stool couch filled her in “This needs to stop. Seth is all flustered up about this. Take a break from work if it has to be but please, please stop doing this. Talking about dead puppies and all.”
“Cut the boy some slack. Police said there could have been someone right?”
“They said so.”
“And I believe you,” Amy smiled at me.
“Look I don’t say you’re lying. But as it is right now this can’t go on babe.”
“I know what I saw.”
“I really believe that you believe that but you need to talk to someone.”
“I thought that someone was you.”
“Nate. Please don’t be like this. I just want to help you.”
“You don’t. If you did why the fuck would you whisper with mum?”
“She asked if we wanted to come over on the weekend,” she said as she embraced me tight. My tears fell down on her shoulder. Soon I sobbed in her chest.
They invited use over for a BBQ at the weekend. My mother hugged me fiercely and whispered “I love you,” in my ear, Amy hugged me afterwards and told me the same.
I needed to flee this and drove to the Equinox. The moon was high as I left and I watched several times to the entrance, made sure other people stood ore leaned there.
We arrived early, Amy in a bikini under a blue beachdress and me in shorts . There was some papers on the floor, the inside chocolate all molten spilling out on the beige tiled ground. Seth loved those snacks and waved at me from the door which opened to the outside terrace, his skin clean and wet and filling the close nostrils with pool water as I threw him back in the cooling liquid.
“Careful there,” shouted my mother “Don’t you hurt him!” she frowned.
I rolled my eyes and went over to Robert who handed me a beer while Amy tried to talk to her nearly-future mother in law, helping to bring out the dishes.
Robert’s forehead drowned in sweat next to the huge metallic beast, a worried look behind the unseen eyes, hidden from the sun in yellow tilted glasses, a smile, down bend, on his suntanned skin. No need to talk, standing still we did, while my mother threw me short glances of worried suspicions as I threw my little brother in the pool.
Dinner was as fine as ever, like nothing had happened and all was good as I talked of work and how we had taken up a dance class together and Seth bit his little leather wristband, silent protest against dull adult conversation. Handing sauces of spice and mustard, my mother chattered everything away, filling the thick air with wind from her lungs. Time was late and we left, Amy adjusting her spare clothing at the entrance in front of the big mirror, her eyes blood red. I said nothing, just tried to keep calm, if she knew something was wrong, she didn’t say so. Her eyes were still pure red in the car and still pure red in bed. Pure red.
I was afraid in the office, never leaving myself alone in any room screening the windows and seeing nothing. I was approaching my car fast, sweaty palms tightening around the handle of my bag. He jumped me and I fell down, the Man. He was tied in wood all around his chest and arms and legs, a canister of gasoline in his hand. He sat himself on fire and walked towards me, smiling all the same.
“An Kay See,” he stuttered and shouted, looking down on the floor. I tried to pass him but he jumped me again and we rolled on the floor like lovers, for a moment the fire scorching my skin as he put me in a bear hug. My fist hit his belly and I clawed into the car and locked it tight behind me. Suddenly the pain was gone, no burn marks.
“She said it’s time!” he shouted as he pressed his face against the window.
I felt sweat and tears pouring down my face and drove past him, his smoking arms waving and melting away. There was nothing, only dark. I heard chuckling and smelt burnt flesh and heard a silent whispered noise. I tried to call Amy and my mother and Robert and Seth but none picked up. I locked the door tight and checked it a dozen times. I went to the bedroom and I laid myself on the bed. This had to stop. I tried to call Amy again but she didn’t pick up.
A wave of pain hit me as I sat up I stared into hell. Two figures, tied in wires, skinless red with painfilled eyes, trying to scream through their mouths, filled with hard coppercables. The first was crouched near the floor in a squatting position.
There was some skin left on the belly and two giant holes near the chest where breasts had been. White balls dangled from her sockets like the eyes of snails. The other figure wasn’t better, eyes and mouth crudely covered in metallic wire and blood running from the ears. Rings were all over the body and the genitals were a bizarre knot of cables and cord but most human tissue was gone. They moved in a manner of a dance standing at one place and shaking from agony as I just sat and watched gasping for air waiting to faint. I didn’t.
I knew it was my mother and Robert by how they reacted to my screaming. For a short moment we turned into a tortured family choir my mother wailing in endless terror, they would be damaged for the rest of their lives, if they lived.
Behind them I saw something move in the corridor. On all four limbs, the Man crawled towards me, naked and covered in blood. Pure red. I sprang for the phone but he was at me and gripped my palm and bit it. His eyes were bursting from his sockets and his tongue got longer and longer and wrapped around me while he made “Hee-Haw”, “Hee-Haw”, like a donkey. Hee-Haw, I felt teeth in my lower arm. They sank in and touched the bone and scratched it like needles. He ran his thumbs in my mouth with chewed fingernails he scratched me as good as he could.
I wanted to put up a fight but he spat tooth after tooth from his mouth, the wailing of my kin, twisting on the floor, drowned us. I escaped and ran in the living room and locked the door and all was silent. The bastard had bitten my arm right to the bone, it was numb and bleeding. Someone would come any minute, no way the neighbors didn’t hear that. What if they ignored it? No, someone would come, any minute.
My phone rang in the other room, again and again. I sat and shivered and cried, waiting on the couch, waiting for the fear to subside and to hope for Amy to show up and save me, which she didn't.
After about 20 minutes I pulled my guts together and entered the empty hallway. All was empty in silence.
I heard some rumbling from outside, the bedroom clear of any presence, god knows what it was that he did to my family. The lights were down and the night seemed darker than ever in my life, its weight felt like a coat of lead on my back. Electricity was dead and I contemplated to leave when I heard heavy breathing from the kitchen, humping steps bending the wood underneath, bringing something down. It was the Man walking again on all fours, his head shook madly Iike a rabid dog’s. His hands on the ground the shaking stopped and his eyes met mine.
He smiled. His teeth came out of his mouth unnaturally growing in length until they dropped on the floor and only thick salvia drooled from the empty canvass in his face, which still was decorated in an honest smile. Wrapped around the upper row of teeth, now on the floor, was a small leather wrist band. I turned around to the door to see Amy laughing at me, blood from her eyes, what had the monster done to her? I grabbed her and made for the door but she pulled me back, threw me down and brought her face near mine. Blood tripled down on it and her laughing turned to growling as she drove her teeth in my face and the Man licked my feet and rammed his teeth under my toenails.
“Please! I love you,” I shouted, trying to break free, Amy’s upper lip was a mess of fleshy stripes, as teeth sprouted like flowers through her white skin.
“Just started,” she replied and ripped a huge flesh chunk from my shoulder while drilling her nails in my hand, popping the blue veins one by one. Her eyes met mine, her once beautiful face turned into grotesque mask as her mouth became a long snout with teeth staring out in all directions. The Man looked up to me, black in blood his eyes glared visible in the darkness and bit by bit he poked my skin and stripped it from me. Amy’s nails felt like hooks as she brought her teeth to my eyeball and sank them in. Half-blinded I saw the grimace to which she had turned. I tried to speak but her tendrils and the second mouth growing from her cheek chew my tongue and ripped it in two. Blood streamed from my face and I hoped to drown but I didn’t.
The Man kept shouting “Hee-Haw, Hee-Haw An Kay See!”. There was blood and claws everywhere, the floor was an oozing mess and the two of them made sounds like pigs and dogs, enjoying to tear me apart. When they ripped off my arm I was nearly gone before Amy beat me back to consciousness with it and rammed her rows of teeth in my chest leaving marks like craters in it while the Man giggled and played with himself in the corner and never revealed from hence the blood came he had worn before he entered my home and broke my world, put snakes and claws in my happiness. My whole world went dark.
I couldn’t – and to be honest can’t – fathom what my body looks like, a blob of inhuman proportions, a slug in a bound chair I woke up in the bed, my usable hand tied to the bed with metallic rings. They told me I did it – killed my parents, my mother and Seth and Robert and Amy and set it all ablaze. Wanted a motive. I shouted for days on repeat till my vocal folds were burnt through and silent hissing of a kitten’s throat came forth from it. Non-threatening and soft but terrible to look at. The nurses averted their eyes, and the doctors weren’t better as far as I knew, not that I care. My life was atomized. Not for long. She’s dead on the floor, the therapist. As I write this down, not much time is left. Expose them, whoever they are. I take the pencil I stabbed into her eye and see myself dancing on its pin. Sometimes at night I see the Man, his face a blazing skull, just looking at me and laughing. Sometimes there’s Amy too, her face a blurring of beauty and animal, her nipples like serpentine tongues lashing out on me. Soon I am gone.
I know all will be gone from this earth. All will go dark, as I hear the piano playing in the distance, see the mask of the player in his long black coat and hear his laughter wild and unhinged and feel his true face.
I have now been here for the last half year. They give me pills and tried to get me to admit my guilt. Tried to talk me out of this nightmare. Barely anyone else talks to me. My body is scarred and immobile. Now I did it. I killed Dr. Suarez with the last remainder of my muscles and I will get this out.
I look up at the sky, at night. I wonder, is the lightning of the stars hidden by the vast dark, or is the darkness a shield? A shield that keeps us safe and calm from countless eyes that stare at us?
The Man and piano player stands in the corner and laughs at me. I have met him before. I know who he is. I feel who they are. Feel who they are. Feel who are they. Who are they? Who?
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I don’t know why he did it. Or how someone could type something like this in about 10 minutes before security finally got into the office. Or how someone with such a damaged body could kill anyone. I have met some pretty fucked up people over the years and never let something rest when there was need for someone to ask questions. This time though, I got to rest. I never found nothing beyond this, until a few days ago. I called the detective responsible for the case and he sent the pictures they had taken from the devices left in the Berkowitz house. Nothing out of the ordinary about her, black hair black eyes though she really had something familiar about her like someone from an ad you see day in day out.
Shit really hit the fan yesterday, when Ms. Suarez got back to me. She had received another mail from her mother’s account, who has been dead for several months now. Just three words: An Kay See. I’m not going to look into this anymore. I’m sitting right now at my little balcony in my little world and sometimes I take a break to look up at the stars. They are calm and steady and distant not like the tyrannous stars here, down with us.
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2020.08.16 14:27 don_h_kowalski Naked caught mum

Nothing happened in the following weeks. Work was great and so was my family and my friends. Erica was out of the States and Jules had found himself a girl, or so he thought. We had bucked around the issue but in the end, we couldn’t ditch one of those awkward meetups and Amy got us a table in a piano bar to hang out of with drinks and music.
It was a glamorous mansion of steel and glass, nearly carved out of an ancient giant from the far future. The center was a rotunda high above us with a man in a black suit and long disheveled hair, his back to us, he was pure music. Jules went on and on about how he had met his girl and Amy listened idly by and I sat and nodded and thought of nothing. All was great and it wasn’t, sitting for hours in the dark waiting for red eyes when we would finally get home. I took a sip of my drink and turned to the side of my seat, blinking empty into the filled hall as “St. James Infirmary” droned from the piano and my mind fell into the protruding thoughts that something was so very, very wrong under the glassfiltered starshine.
“Right?”
“What?” I asked.
“We also met by chance,” Amy smirked and Jules laughed long and hard and fake.
“I guess so.”
“Ain’t that a romantic?” Jules clapped, pushing his girlfriend with his shoulder, while she showed her teeth in an embarrassed grin.
“Well, just happened, I guess,” I said.
“Oh, from what I heard, it was more than just your usual sweet guy meets cool girl in a bar,” said Amy.
“It definitely was,” Jules insisted, “he went straight after you, jumping out of his seat while me and Erica watched in awe – what would happen next? Imagine my surprise when this handsome young bloke came back emptyhanded!”
“Did he?” Amy asked calm.
“No,” I answered, drowning myself in her bright dark eyes, always there never failing to catch me.
“Now-now, you lovebirds, Mia and me aren’t together a week and not as cringy as the two of you.”
“Maybe you’re not worth the effort?” Amy hissed, ignoring the furious gaze of Jules’ companion.
“Relax, got to enjoy ourselves here right?”
“Sure.”
“Guy is just amazing,” I pointed towards the dark piano man, a fleck of darkness in the room, all neon lights directed at him drowning out the color of his hair.
“Suit is sick man.”
“That’s vampa,” said Amy.
“What?”
“That new black? Don’t hear about it?”
“Can’t say so,” said Jules.
“Nope.”
“It’s pure black. Catches all the light and makes it look like there’s just a hole.”
“Probably some marketing-stunt from the owner.”
“Don’t think so, guy is quite new here, played with the Matchstick Men before, or so I heard” countered Jules.
“He has something familiar.”
“Heard people say that last week. Must be one of those universal faces, but I admit, his music really is a National Treasure.”
“It’s odd. I really feel I have seen him before you know?”
“Yeah me too,” laughed Jules.
“What’s his name?”
Amy shrugged and let her hand slide down on the bench. I felt it in my lap, time to leave.
“I think I have seen him before,” said Jules as he finished his drink and we left.
Outside the air stood still. Amazing how calm the world can be on one side when somewhere else some Lord of War might slaughter hundreds or thousands of innocents at the same time when The Weather Man gives you his thumbs up for the weekend.
The stillness broke, there was crying. The piano player had stepped outside behind us, bowed down to a child next to the boy’s parents. The child looked boisterous and scared, like The Ant Bully got his reckoning. Serves him right, I thought as we made our way to the car.
I drowned in her hair, high above me as she sat on me, her breasts like the towers of the World Trade Center, like a giant image of a woman made from wicker baskets by thousands of servants, building The Wicker Man and being horrified when their final creation turned out to be a doll.
Falling down, she was fast asleep her sweaty skin pinned on mine as I caught my breath, the nightstand lamp illuminating our filthy copulation, my mind was taken back to my audience, my anxious waiting for the final confrontation with the intruder of my life, with this red-eyed hell beast and Ghost Rider. My back scratched up on the pillow as I wriggled my left hand free from the dark beauty that rested on it. Tingling blood finding its way back to dammed veins, I shut the lights off and drifted in the land of dream, the ringing of “St. James Infirmary” still in my mind.
I woke in the familiar darkness, Amy shifted halfway down over my belly bringing a smile to myself as her soft breathing tickled the hair around my nave. My mouth felt filled with sand and cobwebs as I grasped for the ready glass of water in the dark beside me. Like a fleshy spider, my free hand crawled over the wood that creaked like an old Grindhouse, careful not to fell the glass with the precious liquid. I froze as I felt hairy skin on it. A hand clutched my fingers. There was now heavy breathing Next to our bed and I screamed. Lifted up, I turned the light and woke my girlfriend who looked at me, eyes opened in terror.
“What you doing?” she screamed like a little girl, crawling over me to her side of the bed grasping for her blanket. The room was empty, out of place only my own person.
“Someone was here again!”
“Nate. This has been going on long enough. Don’t you – you know, talk to someone? Maybe someone professional?”
I barely listened as I turned around, making sure nobody was under the bed, like a child I pulled the blanket close to my chin and looked at my horrified girlfriend.
“I don’t know. It really felt like a hand.”
“You were probably just dreaming,” she said annoyed and turned around. “Turn it off now.”
I hesitated, would the hand return if I turned it off? Or maybe something worse? Something like thousands of spiders drilling their tiny bodies in all my cavities?
I pushed the button and the room returned to the natural absence of light, my body pressed against Amy’s back as much as possible, searching for security in the dark, security that I shouldn’t find as I heard a short noise like a sharp whistle cutting through the commonality of my bedroom. I heard footsteps and shuffling, but every time I turned on the light there was nothing.
“You heard that?” I asked.
“What?”
“That sound.”
“Nate!” she shouted. “Please just let me sleep.”
I kept quiet and waited for the sound to return. It did not but neither did my sleep.
The next morning was cleansed and silent and filled with golden light. It was before the hour of seven and the sun gave me strength, the sun eased me, guided me out of the fear from the unknown terrors that lurked in the corners of mirrors and eyes ready to snatch me and eat my world.
For some time, I was still and allowed my thoughts to fly around in the caves of my skull. Amy must have gotten out early, I heard some whispering from outside.
I thought about the day Robert had taken Seth and me to the pond. How he talked with me about my future and how glad he was that he had found us. How proud he was that I had accepted him in my life. I thought about my father, about those precious – now far too few – hours spent on the lawn, helpfully delivering him some juice as he worked in the garden, blissfully unaware of the future and the crash. I thought about how any child I might have with Amy would never meet its true grandfather. I heard it again and I went mad for a while.
As the blindness of the night had crippled my courage, the day pushed me forward to seek out what mundane cause was behind my fears. I slipped out of bed and stepped in the bathroom. I splashed cold water into my visage when I looked up, I saw it. Just for a second, the image in the mirror seemed distorted and crippled and it took me a moment to figure out what it was. Just for a part of a fraction of a second, the me in the mirror seemed slow to follow on myself’s moves. As I winked, it took long for the Nate in the mirror to follow.
The stretch was too big, surely, I was still half in my sleep, I thought as I raised my hand and the image opened the mouth and circled it’s tongue in frantic ecstasy. A wail of agony filled the halls as I cowered in the corner outside the room, Amy shaking my shoulders. This wasn’t real was all I thought. The mirror worked as good as ever when we looked in there together – just a reflection, as instant and spontaneous as expected. Amy wanted to call a doc but I had none of it, as I watched the polished couch table and the distorted face in it as she kept talking. She called my mother who came with Robert. Both looked worried, finally grasping bits of the truth of my mental state.
“Let’s go to the kitchen,” my mother said to Amy, releasing me from a soft hug not looking into my eyes.
I sat in the living and stared in the screen of the TV as they talked in the kitchen. Robert came in, awkward motions forced me to raise myself up and straighten out my back against the couch. He sat down to me, hunked over, he faced me directly leaving no chance to ignore his words except for their supposed gravity.
“You know we’re all worried about you,” he said.
“I know.”
“This can’t go on.”
“What am I supposed to do? You think I just imagine this whole shit I saw it goddamnit.”
“Son, you put too much pressure on yourself,” he said “Or not. But I don’t believe someone is following you or something’s wrong with your bathroom. There’s no ghost living in there,” he said chuckling “You can’t really believe that?”
I stopped. It was all so real, strange hands on my nightstand and a strange Man stomping on a dog. However, spoken like this I sounded ludicrous. I nodded, not as an answer but because it was the only thing to do, the only thing that felt right.
“You know, there’s a guy we had at the company to help with all the anxiety.”
“A therapist?”
“Kind of. Look, I didn’t want this, but your mum wanted me to call. Here’s his number he’s waiting for you. Nobody thinks you’re not normal but this has to stop. Now.”
He handed me the card and gave me a pat on the back. My mother entered with Amy, who looked as uncomfortable as if she had been rectally examined, my mother’s arm fumbling at her elbow.
“What was that?” asked Amy.
My mother, draping herself on the stool couch filled her in “This needs to stop. Seth is all flustered up about this. Take a break from work if it has to be but please, please stop doing this. Talking about dead puppies and all.”
“Cut the boy some slack. Police said there could have been someone right?”
“They said so.”
“And I believe you,” Amy smiled at me.
“Look I don’t say you’re lying. But as it is right now this can’t go on babe.”
“I know what I saw.”
“I really believe that you believe that but you need to talk to someone.”
“I thought that someone was you.”
“Nate. Please don’t be like this. I just want to help you.”
“You don’t. If you did why the fuck would you whisper with mum?”
“She asked if we wanted to come over on the weekend,” she said as she embraced me tight. My tears fell down on her shoulder. Soon I sobbed in her chest.
They invited use over for a BBQ at the weekend. My mother hugged me fiercely and whispered “I love you,” in my ear, Amy hugged me afterwards and told me the same.
I needed to flee this and drove to the Equinox. The moon was high as I left and I watched several times to the entrance, made sure other people stood ore leaned there.
We arrived early, Amy in a bikini under a blue beachdress and me in shorts . There was some papers on the floor, the inside chocolate all molten spilling out on the beige tiled ground. Seth loved those snacks and waved at me from the door which opened to the outside terrace, his skin clean and wet and filling the close nostrils with pool water as I threw him back in the cooling liquid.
“Careful there,” shouted my mother “Don’t you hurt him!” she frowned.
I rolled my eyes and went over to Robert who handed me a beer while Amy tried to talk to her nearly-future mother in law, helping to bring out the dishes.
Robert’s forehead drowned in sweat next to the huge metallic beast, a worried look behind the unseen eyes, hidden from the sun in yellow tilted glasses, a smile, down bend, on his suntanned skin. No need to talk, standing still we did, while my mother threw me short glances of worried suspicions as I threw my little brother in the pool.
Dinner was as fine as ever, like nothing had happened and all was good as I talked of work and how we had taken up a dance class together and Seth bit his little leather wristband, silent protest against dull adult conversation. Handing sauces of spice and mustard, my mother chattered everything away, filling the thick air with wind from her lungs. Time was late and we left, Amy adjusting her spare clothing at the entrance in front of the big mirror, her eyes blood red. I said nothing, just tried to keep calm, if she knew something was wrong, she didn’t say so. Her eyes were still pure red in the car and still pure red in bed. Pure red.
I was afraid in the office, never leaving myself alone in any room screening the windows and seeing nothing. I was approaching my car fast, sweaty palms tightening around the handle of my bag. He jumped me and I fell down, the Man. He was tied in wood all around his chest and arms and legs, a canister of gasoline in his hand. He sat himself on fire and walked towards me, smiling all the same.
“An Kay See,” he stuttered and shouted, looking down on the floor. I tried to pass him but he jumped me again and we rolled on the floor like lovers, for a moment the fire scorching my skin as he put me in a bear hug. My fist hit his belly and I clawed into the car and locked it tight behind me. Suddenly the pain was gone, no burn marks.
“She said it’s time!” he shouted as he pressed his face against the window.
I felt sweat and tears pouring down my face and drove past him, his smoking arms waving and melting away. There was nothing, only dark. I heard chuckling and smelt burnt flesh and heard a silent whispered noise. I tried to call Amy and my mother and Robert and Seth but none picked up. I locked the door tight and checked it a dozen times. I went to the bedroom and I laid myself on the bed. This had to stop. I tried to call Amy again but she didn’t pick up.
A wave of pain hit me as I sat up I stared into hell. Two figures, tied in wires, skinless red with painfilled eyes, trying to scream through their mouths, filled with hard coppercables. The first was crouched near the floor in a squatting position.
There was some skin left on the belly and two giant holes near the chest where breasts had been. White balls dangled from her sockets like the eyes of snails. The other figure wasn’t better, eyes and mouth crudely covered in metallic wire and blood running from the ears. Rings were all over the body and the genitals were a bizarre knot of cables and cord but most human tissue was gone. They moved in a manner of a dance standing at one place and shaking from agony as I just sat and watched gasping for air waiting to faint. I didn’t.
I knew it was my mother and Robert by how they reacted to my screaming. For a short moment we turned into a tortured family choir my mother wailing in endless terror, they would be damaged for the rest of their lives, if they lived.
Behind them I saw something move in the corridor. On all four limbs, the Man crawled towards me, naked and covered in blood. Pure red. I sprang for the phone but he was at me and gripped my palm and bit it. His eyes were bursting from his sockets and his tongue got longer and longer and wrapped around me while he made “Hee-Haw”, “Hee-Haw”, like a donkey. Hee-Haw, I felt teeth in my lower arm. They sank in and touched the bone and scratched it like needles. He ran his thumbs in my mouth with chewed fingernails he scratched me as good as he could.
I wanted to put up a fight but he spat tooth after tooth from his mouth, the wailing of my kin, twisting on the floor, drowned us. I escaped and ran in the living room and locked the door and all was silent. The bastard had bitten my arm right to the bone, it was numb and bleeding. Someone would come any minute, no way the neighbors didn’t hear that. What if they ignored it? No, someone would come, any minute.
My phone rang in the other room, again and again. I sat and shivered and cried, waiting on the couch, waiting for the fear to subside and to hope for Amy to show up and save me, which she didn't.
After about 20 minutes I pulled my guts together and entered the empty hallway. All was empty in silence.
I heard some rumbling from outside, the bedroom clear of any presence, god knows what it was that he did to my family. The lights were down and the night seemed darker than ever in my life, its weight felt like a coat of lead on my back. Electricity was dead and I contemplated to leave when I heard heavy breathing from the kitchen, humping steps bending the wood underneath, bringing something down. It was the Man walking again on all fours, his head shook madly Iike a rabid dog’s. His hands on the ground the shaking stopped and his eyes met mine.
He smiled. His teeth came out of his mouth unnaturally growing in length until they dropped on the floor and only thick salvia drooled from the empty canvass in his face, which still was decorated in an honest smile. Wrapped around the upper row of teeth, now on the floor, was a small leather wrist band. I turned around to the door to see Amy laughing at me, blood from her eyes, what had the monster done to her? I grabbed her and made for the door but she pulled me back, threw me down and brought her face near mine. Blood tripled down on it and her laughing turned to growling as she drove her teeth in my face and the Man licked my feet and rammed his teeth under my toenails.
“Please! I love you,” I shouted, trying to break free, Amy’s upper lip was a mess of fleshy stripes, as teeth sprouted like flowers through her white skin.
“Just started,” she replied and ripped a huge flesh chunk from my shoulder while drilling her nails in my hand, popping the blue veins one by one. Her eyes met mine, her once beautiful face turned into grotesque mask as her mouth became a long snout with teeth staring out in all directions. The Man looked up to me, black in blood his eyes glared visible in the darkness and bit by bit he poked my skin and stripped it from me. Amy’s nails felt like hooks as she brought her teeth to my eyeball and sank them in. Half-blinded I saw the grimace to which she had turned. I tried to speak but her tendrils and the second mouth growing from her cheek chew my tongue and ripped it in two. Blood streamed from my face and I hoped to drown but I didn’t.
The Man kept shouting “Hee-Haw, Hee-Haw An Kay See!”. There was blood and claws everywhere, the floor was an oozing mess and the two of them made sounds like pigs and dogs, enjoying to tear me apart. When they ripped off my arm I was nearly gone before Amy beat me back to consciousness with it and rammed her rows of teeth in my chest leaving marks like craters in it while the Man giggled and played with himself in the corner and never revealed from hence the blood came he had worn before he entered my home and broke my world, put snakes and claws in my happiness. My whole world went dark.
I couldn’t – and to be honest can’t – fathom what my body looks like, a blob of inhuman proportions, a slug in a bound chair I woke up in the bed, my usable hand tied to the bed with metallic rings. They told me I did it – killed my parents, my mother and Seth and Robert and Amy and set it all ablaze. Wanted a motive. I shouted for days on repeat till my vocal folds were burnt through and silent hissing of a kitten’s throat came forth from it. Non-threatening and soft but terrible to look at. The nurses averted their eyes, and the doctors weren’t better as far as I knew, not that I care. My life was atomized. Not for long. She’s dead on the floor, the therapist. As I write this down, not much time is left. Expose them, whoever they are. I take the pencil I stabbed into her eye and see myself dancing on its pin. Sometimes at night I see the Man, his face a blazing skull, just looking at me and laughing. Sometimes there’s Amy too, her face a blurring of beauty and animal, her nipples like serpentine tongues lashing out on me. Soon I am gone.
I know all will be gone from this earth. All will go dark, as I hear the piano playing in the distance, see the mask of the player in his long black coat and hear his laughter wild and unhinged and feel his true face.
I have now been here for the last half year. They give me pills and tried to get me to admit my guilt. Tried to talk me out of this nightmare. Barely anyone else talks to me. My body is scarred and immobile. Now I did it. I killed Dr. Suarez with the last remainder of my muscles and I will get this out.
I look up at the sky, at night. I wonder, is the lightning of the stars hidden by the vast dark, or is the darkness a shield? A shield that keeps us safe and calm from countless eyes that stare at us?
The Man and piano player stands in the corner and laughs at me. I have met him before. I know who he is. I feel who they are. Feel who they are. Feel who are they. Who are they? Who?
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I don’t know why he did it. Or how someone could type something like this in about 10 minutes before security finally got into the office. Or how someone with such a damaged body could kill anyone. I have met some pretty fucked up people over the years and never let something rest when there was need for someone to ask questions. This time though, I got to rest. I never found nothing beyond this, until a few days ago. I called the detective responsible for the case and he sent the pictures they had taken from the devices left in the Berkowitz house. Nothing out of the ordinary about her, black hair black eyes though she really had something familiar about her like someone from an ad you see day in day out.
Shit really hit the fan yesterday, when Ms. Suarez got back to me. She had received another mail from her mother’s account, who has been dead for several months now. Just three words: An Kay See. I’m not going to look into this anymore. I’m sitting right now at my little balcony in my little world and sometimes I take a break to look up at the stars. They are calm and steady and distant not like the tyrannous stars here, down with us.
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2020.08.16 14:26 don_h_kowalski Mum caught naked

Part 1


Nothing happened in the following weeks. Work was great and so was my family and my friends. Erica was out of the States and Jules had found himself a girl, or so he thought. We had bucked around the issue but in the end, we couldn’t ditch one of those awkward meetups and Amy got us a table in a piano bar to hang out of with drinks and music.
It was a glamorous mansion of steel and glass, nearly carved out of an ancient giant from the far future. The center was a rotunda high above us with a man in a black suit and long disheveled hair, his back to us, he was pure music. Jules went on and on about how he had met his girl and Amy listened idly by and I sat and nodded and thought of nothing. All was great and it wasn’t, sitting for hours in the dark waiting for red eyes when we would finally get home. I took a sip of my drink and turned to the side of my seat, blinking empty into the filled hall as “St. James Infirmary” droned from the piano and my mind fell into the protruding thoughts that something was so very, very wrong under the glassfiltered starshine.
“Right?”
“What?” I asked.
“We also met by chance,” Amy smirked and Jules laughed long and hard and fake.
“I guess so.”
“Ain’t that a romantic?” Jules clapped, pushing his girlfriend with his shoulder, while she showed her teeth in an embarrassed grin.
“Well, just happened, I guess,” I said.
“Oh, from what I heard, it was more than just your usual sweet guy meets cool girl in a bar,” said Amy.
“It definitely was,” Jules insisted, “he went straight after you, jumping out of his seat while me and Erica watched in awe – what would happen next? Imagine my surprise when this handsome young bloke came back emptyhanded!”
“Did he?” Amy asked calm.
“No,” I answered, drowning myself in her bright dark eyes, always there never failing to catch me.
“Now-now, you lovebirds, Mia and me aren’t together a week and not as cringy as the two of you.”
“Maybe you’re not worth the effort?” Amy hissed, ignoring the furious gaze of Jules’ companion.
“Relax, got to enjoy ourselves here right?”
“Sure.”
“Guy is just amazing,” I pointed towards the dark piano man, a fleck of darkness in the room, all neon lights directed at him drowning out the color of his hair.
“Suit is sick man.”
“That’s vampa,” said Amy.
“What?”
“That new black? Don’t hear about it?”
“Can’t say so,” said Jules.
“Nope.”
“It’s pure black. Catches all the light and makes it look like there’s just a hole.”
“Probably some marketing-stunt from the owner.”
“Don’t think so, guy is quite new here, played with the Matchstick Men before, or so I heard” countered Jules.
“He has something familiar.”
“Heard people say that last week. Must be one of those universal faces, but I admit, his music really is a National Treasure.”
“It’s odd. I really feel I have seen him before you know?”
“Yeah me too,” laughed Jules.
“What’s his name?”
Amy shrugged and let her hand slide down on the bench. I felt it in my lap, time to leave.
“I think I have seen him before,” said Jules as he finished his drink and we left.
Outside the air stood still. Amazing how calm the world can be on one side when somewhere else some Lord of War might slaughter hundreds or thousands of innocents at the same time when The Weather Man gives you his thumbs up for the weekend.
The stillness broke, there was crying. The piano player had stepped outside behind us, bowed down to a child next to the boy’s parents. The child looked boisterous and scared, like The Ant Bully got his reckoning. Serves him right, I thought as we made our way to the car.
I drowned in her hair, high above me as she sat on me, her breasts like the towers of the World Trade Center, like a giant image of a woman made from wicker baskets by thousands of servants, building The Wicker Man and being horrified when their final creation turned out to be a doll.
Falling down, she was fast asleep her sweaty skin pinned on mine as I caught my breath, the nightstand lamp illuminating our filthy copulation, my mind was taken back to my audience, my anxious waiting for the final confrontation with the intruder of my life, with this red-eyed hell beast and Ghost Rider. My back scratched up on the pillow as I wriggled my left hand free from the dark beauty that rested on it. Tingling blood finding its way back to dammed veins, I shut the lights off and drifted in the land of dream, the ringing of “St. James Infirmary” still in my mind.
I woke in the familiar darkness, Amy shifted halfway down over my belly bringing a smile to myself as her soft breathing tickled the hair around my nave. My mouth felt filled with sand and cobwebs as I grasped for the ready glass of water in the dark beside me. Like a fleshy spider, my free hand crawled over the wood that creaked like an old Grindhouse, careful not to fell the glass with the precious liquid. I froze as I felt hairy skin on it. A hand clutched my fingers. There was now heavy breathing Next to our bed and I screamed. Lifted up, I turned the light and woke my girlfriend who looked at me, eyes opened in terror.
“What you doing?” she screamed like a little girl, crawling over me to her side of the bed grasping for her blanket. The room was empty, out of place only my own person.
“Someone was here again!”
“Nate. This has been going on long enough. Don’t you – you know, talk to someone? Maybe someone professional?”
I barely listened as I turned around, making sure nobody was under the bed, like a child I pulled the blanket close to my chin and looked at my horrified girlfriend.
“I don’t know. It really felt like a hand.”
“You were probably just dreaming,” she said annoyed and turned around. “Turn it off now.”
I hesitated, would the hand return if I turned it off? Or maybe something worse? Something like thousands of spiders drilling their tiny bodies in all my cavities?
I pushed the button and the room returned to the natural absence of light, my body pressed against Amy’s back as much as possible, searching for security in the dark, security that I shouldn’t find as I heard a short noise like a sharp whistle cutting through the commonality of my bedroom. I heard footsteps and shuffling, but every time I turned on the light there was nothing.
“You heard that?” I asked.
“What?”
“That sound.”
“Nate!” she shouted. “Please just let me sleep.”
I kept quiet and waited for the sound to return. It did not but neither did my sleep.
The next morning was cleansed and silent and filled with golden light. It was before the hour of seven and the sun gave me strength, the sun eased me, guided me out of the fear from the unknown terrors that lurked in the corners of mirrors and eyes ready to snatch me and eat my world.
For some time, I was still and allowed my thoughts to fly around in the caves of my skull. Amy must have gotten out early, I heard some whispering from outside.
I thought about the day Robert had taken Seth and me to the pond. How he talked with me about my future and how glad he was that he had found us. How proud he was that I had accepted him in my life. I thought about my father, about those precious – now far too few – hours spent on the lawn, helpfully delivering him some juice as he worked in the garden, blissfully unaware of the future and the crash. I thought about how any child I might have with Amy would never meet its true grandfather. I heard it again and I went mad for a while.
As the blindness of the night had crippled my courage, the day pushed me forward to seek out what mundane cause was behind my fears. I slipped out of bed and stepped in the bathroom. I splashed cold water into my visage when I looked up, I saw it. Just for a second, the image in the mirror seemed distorted and crippled and it took me a moment to figure out what it was. Just for a part of a fraction of a second, the me in the mirror seemed slow to follow on myself’s moves. As I winked, it took long for the Nate in the mirror to follow.
The stretch was too big, surely, I was still half in my sleep, I thought as I raised my hand and the image opened the mouth and circled it’s tongue in frantic ecstasy. A wail of agony filled the halls as I cowered in the corner outside the room, Amy shaking my shoulders. This wasn’t real was all I thought. The mirror worked as good as ever when we looked in there together – just a reflection, as instant and spontaneous as expected. Amy wanted to call a doc but I had none of it, as I watched the polished couch table and the distorted face in it as she kept talking. She called my mother who came with Robert. Both looked worried, finally grasping bits of the truth of my mental state.
“Let’s go to the kitchen,” my mother said to Amy, releasing me from a soft hug not looking into my eyes.
I sat in the living and stared in the screen of the TV as they talked in the kitchen. Robert came in, awkward motions forced me to raise myself up and straighten out my back against the couch. He sat down to me, hunked over, he faced me directly leaving no chance to ignore his words except for their supposed gravity.
“You know we’re all worried about you,” he said.
“I know.”
“This can’t go on.”
“What am I supposed to do? You think I just imagine this whole shit I saw it goddamnit.”
“Son, you put too much pressure on yourself,” he said “Or not. But I don’t believe someone is following you or something’s wrong with your bathroom. There’s no ghost living in there,” he said chuckling “You can’t really believe that?”
I stopped. It was all so real, strange hands on my nightstand and a strange Man stomping on a dog. However, spoken like this I sounded ludicrous. I nodded, not as an answer but because it was the only thing to do, the only thing that felt right.
“You know, there’s a guy we had at the company to help with all the anxiety.”
“A therapist?”
“Kind of. Look, I didn’t want this, but your mum wanted me to call. Here’s his number he’s waiting for you. Nobody thinks you’re not normal but this has to stop. Now.”
He handed me the card and gave me a pat on the back. My mother entered with Amy, who looked as uncomfortable as if she had been rectally examined, my mother’s arm fumbling at her elbow.
“What was that?” asked Amy.
My mother, draping herself on the stool couch filled her in “This needs to stop. Seth is all flustered up about this. Take a break from work if it has to be but please, please stop doing this. Talking about dead puppies and all.”
“Cut the boy some slack. Police said there could have been someone right?”
“They said so.”
“And I believe you,” Amy smiled at me.
“Look I don’t say you’re lying. But as it is right now this can’t go on babe.”
“I know what I saw.”
“I really believe that you believe that but you need to talk to someone.”
“I thought that someone was you.”
“Nate. Please don’t be like this. I just want to help you.”
“You don’t. If you did why the fuck would you whisper with mum?”
“She asked if we wanted to come over on the weekend,” she said as she embraced me tight. My tears fell down on her shoulder. Soon I sobbed in her chest.
They invited use over for a BBQ at the weekend. My mother hugged me fiercely and whispered “I love you,” in my ear, Amy hugged me afterwards and told me the same.
I needed to flee this and drove to the Equinox. The moon was high as I left and I watched several times to the entrance, made sure other people stood ore leaned there.
We arrived early, Amy in a bikini under a blue beachdress and me in shorts . There was some papers on the floor, the inside chocolate all molten spilling out on the beige tiled ground. Seth loved those snacks and waved at me from the door which opened to the outside terrace, his skin clean and wet and filling the close nostrils with pool water as I threw him back in the cooling liquid.
“Careful there,” shouted my mother “Don’t you hurt him!” she frowned.
I rolled my eyes and went over to Robert who handed me a beer while Amy tried to talk to her nearly-future mother in law, helping to bring out the dishes.
Robert’s forehead drowned in sweat next to the huge metallic beast, a worried look behind the unseen eyes, hidden from the sun in yellow tilted glasses, a smile, down bend, on his suntanned skin. No need to talk, standing still we did, while my mother threw me short glances of worried suspicions as I threw my little brother in the pool.
Dinner was as fine as ever, like nothing had happened and all was good as I talked of work and how we had taken up a dance class together and Seth bit his little leather wristband, silent protest against dull adult conversation. Handing sauces of spice and mustard, my mother chattered everything away, filling the thick air with wind from her lungs. Time was late and we left, Amy adjusting her spare clothing at the entrance in front of the big mirror, her eyes blood red. I said nothing, just tried to keep calm, if she knew something was wrong, she didn’t say so. Her eyes were still pure red in the car and still pure red in bed. Pure red.
I was afraid in the office, never leaving myself alone in any room screening the windows and seeing nothing. I was approaching my car fast, sweaty palms tightening around the handle of my bag. He jumped me and I fell down, the Man. He was tied in wood all around his chest and arms and legs, a canister of gasoline in his hand. He sat himself on fire and walked towards me, smiling all the same.
“An Kay See,” he stuttered and shouted, looking down on the floor. I tried to pass him but he jumped me again and we rolled on the floor like lovers, for a moment the fire scorching my skin as he put me in a bear hug. My fist hit his belly and I clawed into the car and locked it tight behind me. Suddenly the pain was gone, no burn marks.
“She said it’s time!” he shouted as he pressed his face against the window.
I felt sweat and tears pouring down my face and drove past him, his smoking arms waving and melting away. There was nothing, only dark. I heard chuckling and smelt burnt flesh and heard a silent whispered noise. I tried to call Amy and my mother and Robert and Seth but none picked up. I locked the door tight and checked it a dozen times. I went to the bedroom and I laid myself on the bed. This had to stop. I tried to call Amy again but she didn’t pick up.
A wave of pain hit me as I sat up I stared into hell. Two figures, tied in wires, skinless red with painfilled eyes, trying to scream through their mouths, filled with hard coppercables. The first was crouched near the floor in a squatting position.
There was some skin left on the belly and two giant holes near the chest where breasts had been. White balls dangled from her sockets like the eyes of snails. The other figure wasn’t better, eyes and mouth crudely covered in metallic wire and blood running from the ears. Rings were all over the body and the genitals were a bizarre knot of cables and cord but most human tissue was gone. They moved in a manner of a dance standing at one place and shaking from agony as I just sat and watched gasping for air waiting to faint. I didn’t.
I knew it was my mother and Robert by how they reacted to my screaming. For a short moment we turned into a tortured family choir my mother wailing in endless terror, they would be damaged for the rest of their lives, if they lived.
Behind them I saw something move in the corridor. On all four limbs, the Man crawled towards me, naked and covered in blood. Pure red. I sprang for the phone but he was at me and gripped my palm and bit it. His eyes were bursting from his sockets and his tongue got longer and longer and wrapped around me while he made “Hee-Haw”, “Hee-Haw”, like a donkey. Hee-Haw, I felt teeth in my lower arm. They sank in and touched the bone and scratched it like needles. He ran his thumbs in my mouth with chewed fingernails he scratched me as good as he could.
I wanted to put up a fight but he spat tooth after tooth from his mouth, the wailing of my kin, twisting on the floor, drowned us. I escaped and ran in the living room and locked the door and all was silent. The bastard had bitten my arm right to the bone, it was numb and bleeding. Someone would come any minute, no way the neighbors didn’t hear that. What if they ignored it? No, someone would come, any minute.
My phone rang in the other room, again and again. I sat and shivered and cried, waiting on the couch, waiting for the fear to subside and to hope for Amy to show up and save me, which she didn't.
After about 20 minutes I pulled my guts together and entered the empty hallway. All was empty in silence.
I heard some rumbling from outside, the bedroom clear of any presence, god knows what it was that he did to my family. The lights were down and the night seemed darker than ever in my life, its weight felt like a coat of lead on my back. Electricity was dead and I contemplated to leave when I heard heavy breathing from the kitchen, humping steps bending the wood underneath, bringing something down. It was the Man walking again on all fours, his head shook madly Iike a rabid dog’s. His hands on the ground the shaking stopped and his eyes met mine.
He smiled. His teeth came out of his mouth unnaturally growing in length until they dropped on the floor and only thick salvia drooled from the empty canvass in his face, which still was decorated in an honest smile. Wrapped around the upper row of teeth, now on the floor, was a small leather wrist band. I turned around to the door to see Amy laughing at me, blood from her eyes, what had the monster done to her? I grabbed her and made for the door but she pulled me back, threw me down and brought her face near mine. Blood tripled down on it and her laughing turned to growling as she drove her teeth in my face and the Man licked my feet and rammed his teeth under my toenails.
“Please! I love you,” I shouted, trying to break free, Amy’s upper lip was a mess of fleshy stripes, as teeth sprouted like flowers through her white skin.
“Just started,” she replied and ripped a huge flesh chunk from my shoulder while drilling her nails in my hand, popping the blue veins one by one. Her eyes met mine, her once beautiful face turned into grotesque mask as her mouth became a long snout with teeth staring out in all directions. The Man looked up to me, black in blood his eyes glared visible in the darkness and bit by bit he poked my skin and stripped it from me. Amy’s nails felt like hooks as she brought her teeth to my eyeball and sank them in. Half-blinded I saw the grimace to which she had turned. I tried to speak but her tendrils and the second mouth growing from her cheek chew my tongue and ripped it in two. Blood streamed from my face and I hoped to drown but I didn’t.
The Man kept shouting “Hee-Haw, Hee-Haw An Kay See!”. There was blood and claws everywhere, the floor was an oozing mess and the two of them made sounds like pigs and dogs, enjoying to tear me apart. When they ripped off my arm I was nearly gone before Amy beat me back to consciousness with it and rammed her rows of teeth in my chest leaving marks like craters in it while the Man giggled and played with himself in the corner and never revealed from hence the blood came he had worn before he entered my home and broke my world, put snakes and claws in my happiness. My whole world went dark.
I couldn’t – and to be honest can’t – fathom what my body looks like, a blob of inhuman proportions, a slug in a bound chair I woke up in the bed, my usable hand tied to the bed with metallic rings. They told me I did it – killed my parents, my mother and Seth and Robert and Amy and set it all ablaze. Wanted a motive. I shouted for days on repeat till my vocal folds were burnt through and silent hissing of a kitten’s throat came forth from it. Non-threatening and soft but terrible to look at. The nurses averted their eyes, and the doctors weren’t better as far as I knew, not that I care. My life was atomized. Not for long. She’s dead on the floor, the therapist. As I write this down, not much time is left. Expose them, whoever they are. I take the pencil I stabbed into her eye and see myself dancing on its pin. Sometimes at night I see the Man, his face a blazing skull, just looking at me and laughing. Sometimes there’s Amy too, her face a blurring of beauty and animal, her nipples like serpentine tongues lashing out on me. Soon I am gone.
I know all will be gone from this earth. All will go dark, as I hear the piano playing in the distance, see the mask of the player in his long black coat and hear his laughter wild and unhinged and feel his true face.
I have now been here for the last half year. They give me pills and tried to get me to admit my guilt. Tried to talk me out of this nightmare. Barely anyone else talks to me. My body is scarred and immobile. Now I did it. I killed Dr. Suarez with the last remainder of my muscles and I will get this out.
I look up at the sky, at night. I wonder, is the lightning of the stars hidden by the vast dark, or is the darkness a shield? A shield that keeps us safe and calm from countless eyes that stare at us?
The Man and piano player stands in the corner and laughs at me. I have met him before. I know who he is. I feel who they are. Feel who they are. Feel who are they. Who are they? Who?
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2020.08.16 14:26 don_h_kowalski And I am in a Cage. Part 2 of 2.

Part 1


Nothing happened in the following weeks. Work was great and so was my family and my friends. Erica was out of the States and Jules had found himself a girl, or so he thought. We had bucked around the issue but in the end, we couldn’t ditch one of those awkward meetups and Amy got us a table in a piano bar to hang out of with drinks and music.
It was a glamorous mansion of steel and glass, nearly carved out of an ancient giant from the far future. The center was a rotunda high above us with a man in a black suit and long disheveled hair, his back to us, he was pure music. Jules went on and on about how he had met his girl and Amy listened idly by and I sat and nodded and thought of nothing. All was great and it wasn’t, sitting for hours in the dark waiting for red eyes when we would finally get home. I took a sip of my drink and turned to the side of my seat, blinking empty into the filled hall as “St. James Infirmary” droned from the piano and my mind fell into the protruding thoughts that something was so very, very wrong under the glassfiltered starshine.
“Right?”
“What?” I asked.
“We also met by chance,” Amy smirked and Jules laughed long and hard and fake.
“I guess so.”
“Ain’t that a romantic?” Jules clapped, pushing his girlfriend with his shoulder, while she showed her teeth in an embarrassed grin.
“Well, just happened, I guess,” I said.
“Oh, from what I heard, it was more than just your usual sweet guy meets cool girl in a bar,” said Amy.
“It definitely was,” Jules insisted, “he went straight after you, jumping out of his seat while me and Erica watched in awe – what would happen next? Imagine my surprise when this handsome young bloke came back emptyhanded!”
“Did he?” Amy asked calm.
“No,” I answered, drowning myself in her bright dark eyes, always there never failing to catch me.
“Now-now, you lovebirds, Mia and me aren’t together a week and not as cringy as the two of you.”
“Maybe you’re not worth the effort?” Amy hissed, ignoring the furious gaze of Jules’ companion.
“Relax, got to enjoy ourselves here right?”
“Sure.”
“Guy is just amazing,” I pointed towards the dark piano man, a fleck of darkness in the room, all neon lights directed at him drowning out the color of his hair.
“Suit is sick man.”
“That’s vampa,” said Amy.
“What?”
“That new black? Don’t hear about it?”
“Can’t say so,” said Jules.
“Nope.”
“It’s pure black. Catches all the light and makes it look like there’s just a hole.”
“Probably some marketing-stunt from the owner.”
“Don’t think so, guy is quite new here, played with the Matchstick Men before, or so I heard” countered Jules.
“He has something familiar.”
“Heard people say that last week. Must be one of those universal faces, but I admit, his music really is a National Treasure.”
“It’s odd. I really feel I have seen him before you know?”
“Yeah me too,” laughed Jules.
“What’s his name?”
Amy shrugged and let her hand slide down on the bench. I felt it in my lap, time to leave.
“I think I have seen him before,” said Jules as he finished his drink and we left.
Outside the air stood still. Amazing how calm the world can be on one side when somewhere else some Lord of War might slaughter hundreds or thousands of innocents at the same time when The Weather Man gives you his thumbs up for the weekend.
The stillness broke, there was crying. The piano player had stepped outside behind us, bowed down to a child next to the boy’s parents. The child looked boisterous and scared, like The Ant Bully got his reckoning. Serves him right, I thought as we made our way to the car.
I drowned in her hair, high above me as she sat on me, her breasts like the towers of the World Trade Center, like a giant image of a woman made from wicker baskets by thousands of servants, building The Wicker Man and being horrified when their final creation turned out to be a doll.
Falling down, she was fast asleep her sweaty skin pinned on mine as I caught my breath, the nightstand lamp illuminating our filthy copulation, my mind was taken back to my audience, my anxious waiting for the final confrontation with the intruder of my life, with this red-eyed hell beast and Ghost Rider. My back scratched up on the pillow as I wriggled my left hand free from the dark beauty that rested on it. Tingling blood finding its way back to dammed veins, I shut the lights off and drifted in the land of dream, the ringing of “St. James Infirmary” still in my mind.
I woke in the familiar darkness, Amy shifted halfway down over my belly bringing a smile to myself as her soft breathing tickled the hair around my nave. My mouth felt filled with sand and cobwebs as I grasped for the ready glass of water in the dark beside me. Like a fleshy spider, my free hand crawled over the wood that creaked like an old Grindhouse, careful not to fell the glass with the precious liquid. I froze as I felt hairy skin on it. A hand clutched my fingers. There was now heavy breathing Next to our bed and I screamed. Lifted up, I turned the light and woke my girlfriend who looked at me, eyes opened in terror.
“What you doing?” she screamed like a little girl, crawling over me to her side of the bed grasping for her blanket. The room was empty, out of place only my own person.
“Someone was here again!”
“Nate. This has been going on long enough. Don’t you – you know, talk to someone? Maybe someone professional?”
I barely listened as I turned around, making sure nobody was under the bed, like a child I pulled the blanket close to my chin and looked at my horrified girlfriend.
“I don’t know. It really felt like a hand.”
“You were probably just dreaming,” she said annoyed and turned around. “Turn it off now.”
I hesitated, would the hand return if I turned it off? Or maybe something worse? Something like thousands of spiders drilling their tiny bodies in all my cavities?
I pushed the button and the room returned to the natural absence of light, my body pressed against Amy’s back as much as possible, searching for security in the dark, security that I shouldn’t find as I heard a short noise like a sharp whistle cutting through the commonality of my bedroom. I heard footsteps and shuffling, but every time I turned on the light there was nothing.
“You heard that?” I asked.
“What?”
“That sound.”
“Nate!” she shouted. “Please just let me sleep.”
I kept quiet and waited for the sound to return. It did not but neither did my sleep.
The next morning was cleansed and silent and filled with golden light. It was before the hour of seven and the sun gave me strength, the sun eased me, guided me out of the fear from the unknown terrors that lurked in the corners of mirrors and eyes ready to snatch me and eat my world.
For some time, I was still and allowed my thoughts to fly around in the caves of my skull. Amy must have gotten out early, I heard some whispering from outside.
I thought about the day Robert had taken Seth and me to the pond. How he talked with me about my future and how glad he was that he had found us. How proud he was that I had accepted him in my life. I thought about my father, about those precious – now far too few – hours spent on the lawn, helpfully delivering him some juice as he worked in the garden, blissfully unaware of the future and the crash. I thought about how any child I might have with Amy would never meet its true grandfather. I heard it again and I went mad for a while.
As the blindness of the night had crippled my courage, the day pushed me forward to seek out what mundane cause was behind my fears. I slipped out of bed and stepped in the bathroom. I splashed cold water into my visage when I looked up, I saw it. Just for a second, the image in the mirror seemed distorted and crippled and it took me a moment to figure out what it was. Just for a part of a fraction of a second, the me in the mirror seemed slow to follow on myself’s moves. As I winked, it took long for the Nate in the mirror to follow.
The stretch was too big, surely, I was still half in my sleep, I thought as I raised my hand and the image opened the mouth and circled it’s tongue in frantic ecstasy. A wail of agony filled the halls as I cowered in the corner outside the room, Amy shaking my shoulders. This wasn’t real was all I thought. The mirror worked as good as ever when we looked in there together – just a reflection, as instant and spontaneous as expected. Amy wanted to call a doc but I had none of it, as I watched the polished couch table and the distorted face in it as she kept talking. She called my mother who came with Robert. Both looked worried, finally grasping bits of the truth of my mental state.
“Let’s go to the kitchen,” my mother said to Amy, releasing me from a soft hug not looking into my eyes.
I sat in the living and stared in the screen of the TV as they talked in the kitchen. Robert came in, awkward motions forced me to raise myself up and straighten out my back against the couch. He sat down to me, hunked over, he faced me directly leaving no chance to ignore his words except for their supposed gravity.
“You know we’re all worried about you,” he said.
“I know.”
“This can’t go on.”
“What am I supposed to do? You think I just imagine this whole shit I saw it goddamnit.”
“Son, you put too much pressure on yourself,” he said “Or not. But I don’t believe someone is following you or something’s wrong with your bathroom. There’s no ghost living in there,” he said chuckling “You can’t really believe that?”
I stopped. It was all so real, strange hands on my nightstand and a strange Man stomping on a dog. However, spoken like this I sounded ludicrous. I nodded, not as an answer but because it was the only thing to do, the only thing that felt right.
“You know, there’s a guy we had at the company to help with all the anxiety.”
“A therapist?”
“Kind of. Look, I didn’t want this, but your mum wanted me to call. Here’s his number he’s waiting for you. Nobody thinks you’re not normal but this has to stop. Now.”
He handed me the card and gave me a pat on the back. My mother entered with Amy, who looked as uncomfortable as if she had been rectally examined, my mother’s arm fumbling at her elbow.
“What was that?” asked Amy.
My mother, draping herself on the stool couch filled her in “This needs to stop. Seth is all flustered up about this. Take a break from work if it has to be but please, please stop doing this. Talking about dead puppies and all.”
“Cut the boy some slack. Police said there could have been someone right?”
“They said so.”
“And I believe you,” Amy smiled at me.
“Look I don’t say you’re lying. But as it is right now this can’t go on babe.”
“I know what I saw.”
“I really believe that you believe that but you need to talk to someone.”
“I thought that someone was you.”
“Nate. Please don’t be like this. I just want to help you.”
“You don’t. If you did why the fuck would you whisper with mum?”
“She asked if we wanted to come over on the weekend,” she said as she embraced me tight. My tears fell down on her shoulder. Soon I sobbed in her chest.
They invited use over for a BBQ at the weekend. My mother hugged me fiercely and whispered “I love you,” in my ear, Amy hugged me afterwards and told me the same.
I needed to flee this and drove to the Equinox. The moon was high as I left and I watched several times to the entrance, made sure other people stood ore leaned there.
We arrived early, Amy in a bikini under a blue beachdress and me in shorts . There was some papers on the floor, the inside chocolate all molten spilling out on the beige tiled ground. Seth loved those snacks and waved at me from the door which opened to the outside terrace, his skin clean and wet and filling the close nostrils with pool water as I threw him back in the cooling liquid.
“Careful there,” shouted my mother “Don’t you hurt him!” she frowned.
I rolled my eyes and went over to Robert who handed me a beer while Amy tried to talk to her nearly-future mother in law, helping to bring out the dishes.
Robert’s forehead drowned in sweat next to the huge metallic beast, a worried look behind the unseen eyes, hidden from the sun in yellow tilted glasses, a smile, down bend, on his suntanned skin. No need to talk, standing still we did, while my mother threw me short glances of worried suspicions as I threw my little brother in the pool.
Dinner was as fine as ever, like nothing had happened and all was good as I talked of work and how we had taken up a dance class together and Seth bit his little leather wristband, silent protest against dull adult conversation. Handing sauces of spice and mustard, my mother chattered everything away, filling the thick air with wind from her lungs. Time was late and we left, Amy adjusting her spare clothing at the entrance in front of the big mirror, her eyes blood red. I said nothing, just tried to keep calm, if she knew something was wrong, she didn’t say so. Her eyes were still pure red in the car and still pure red in bed. Pure red.
I was afraid in the office, never leaving myself alone in any room screening the windows and seeing nothing. I was approaching my car fast, sweaty palms tightening around the handle of my bag. He jumped me and I fell down, the Man. He was tied in wood all around his chest and arms and legs, a canister of gasoline in his hand. He sat himself on fire and walked towards me, smiling all the same.
“An Kay See,” he stuttered and shouted, looking down on the floor. I tried to pass him but he jumped me again and we rolled on the floor like lovers, for a moment the fire scorching my skin as he put me in a bear hug. My fist hit his belly and I clawed into the car and locked it tight behind me. Suddenly the pain was gone, no burn marks.
“She said it’s time!” he shouted as he pressed his face against the window.
I felt sweat and tears pouring down my face and drove past him, his smoking arms waving and melting away. There was nothing, only dark. I heard chuckling and smelt burnt flesh and heard a silent whispered noise. I tried to call Amy and my mother and Robert and Seth but none picked up. I locked the door tight and checked it a dozen times. I went to the bedroom and I laid myself on the bed. This had to stop. I tried to call Amy again but she didn’t pick up.
A wave of pain hit me as I sat up I stared into hell. Two figures, tied in wires, skinless red with painfilled eyes, trying to scream through their mouths, filled with hard coppercables. The first was crouched near the floor in a squatting position.
There was some skin left on the belly and two giant holes near the chest where breasts had been. White balls dangled from her sockets like the eyes of snails. The other figure wasn’t better, eyes and mouth crudely covered in metallic wire and blood running from the ears. Rings were all over the body and the genitals were a bizarre knot of cables and cord but most human tissue was gone. They moved in a manner of a dance standing at one place and shaking from agony as I just sat and watched gasping for air waiting to faint. I didn’t.
I knew it was my mother and Robert by how they reacted to my screaming. For a short moment we turned into a tortured family choir my mother wailing in endless terror, they would be damaged for the rest of their lives, if they lived.
Behind them I saw something move in the corridor. On all four limbs, the Man crawled towards me, naked and covered in blood. Pure red. I sprang for the phone but he was at me and gripped my palm and bit it. His eyes were bursting from his sockets and his tongue got longer and longer and wrapped around me while he made “Hee-Haw”, “Hee-Haw”, like a donkey. Hee-Haw, I felt teeth in my lower arm. They sank in and touched the bone and scratched it like needles. He ran his thumbs in my mouth with chewed fingernails he scratched me as good as he could.
I wanted to put up a fight but he spat tooth after tooth from his mouth, the wailing of my kin, twisting on the floor, drowned us. I escaped and ran in the living room and locked the door and all was silent. The bastard had bitten my arm right to the bone, it was numb and bleeding. Someone would come any minute, no way the neighbors didn’t hear that. What if they ignored it? No, someone would come, any minute.
My phone rang in the other room, again and again. I sat and shivered and cried, waiting on the couch, waiting for the fear to subside and to hope for Amy to show up and save me, which she didn't.
After about 20 minutes I pulled my guts together and entered the empty hallway. All was empty in silence.
I heard some rumbling from outside, the bedroom clear of any presence, god knows what it was that he did to my family. The lights were down and the night seemed darker than ever in my life, its weight felt like a coat of lead on my back. Electricity was dead and I contemplated to leave when I heard heavy breathing from the kitchen, humping steps bending the wood underneath, bringing something down. It was the Man walking again on all fours, his head shook madly Iike a rabid dog’s. His hands on the ground the shaking stopped and his eyes met mine.
He smiled. His teeth came out of his mouth unnaturally growing in length until they dropped on the floor and only thick salvia drooled from the empty canvass in his face, which still was decorated in an honest smile. Wrapped around the upper row of teeth, now on the floor, was a small leather wrist band. I turned around to the door to see Amy laughing at me, blood from her eyes, what had the monster done to her? I grabbed her and made for the door but she pulled me back, threw me down and brought her face near mine. Blood tripled down on it and her laughing turned to growling as she drove her teeth in my face and the Man licked my feet and rammed his teeth under my toenails.
“Please! I love you,” I shouted, trying to break free, Amy’s upper lip was a mess of fleshy stripes, as teeth sprouted like flowers through her white skin.
“Just started,” she replied and ripped a huge flesh chunk from my shoulder while drilling her nails in my hand, popping the blue veins one by one. Her eyes met mine, her once beautiful face turned into grotesque mask as her mouth became a long snout with teeth staring out in all directions. The Man looked up to me, black in blood his eyes glared visible in the darkness and bit by bit he poked my skin and stripped it from me. Amy’s nails felt like hooks as she brought her teeth to my eyeball and sank them in. Half-blinded I saw the grimace to which she had turned. I tried to speak but her tendrils and the second mouth growing from her cheek chew my tongue and ripped it in two. Blood streamed from my face and I hoped to drown but I didn’t.
The Man kept shouting “Hee-Haw, Hee-Haw An Kay See!”. There was blood and claws everywhere, the floor was an oozing mess and the two of them made sounds like pigs and dogs, enjoying to tear me apart. When they ripped off my arm I was nearly gone before Amy beat me back to consciousness with it and rammed her rows of teeth in my chest leaving marks like craters in it while the Man giggled and played with himself in the corner and never revealed from hence the blood came he had worn before he entered my home and broke my world, put snakes and claws in my happiness. My whole world went dark.
I couldn’t – and to be honest can’t – fathom what my body looks like, a blob of inhuman proportions, a slug in a bound chair I woke up in the bed, my usable hand tied to the bed with metallic rings. They told me I did it – killed my parents, my mother and Seth and Robert and Amy and set it all ablaze. Wanted a motive. I shouted for days on repeat till my vocal folds were burnt through and silent hissing of a kitten’s throat came forth from it. Non-threatening and soft but terrible to look at. The nurses averted their eyes, and the doctors weren’t better as far as I knew, not that I care. My life was atomized. Not for long. She’s dead on the floor, the therapist. As I write this down, not much time is left. Expose them, whoever they are. I take the pencil I stabbed into her eye and see myself dancing on its pin. Sometimes at night I see the Man, his face a blazing skull, just looking at me and laughing. Sometimes there’s Amy too, her face a blurring of beauty and animal, her nipples like serpentine tongues lashing out on me. Soon I am gone.
I know all will be gone from this earth. All will go dark, as I hear the piano playing in the distance, see the mask of the player in his long black coat and hear his laughter wild and unhinged and feel his true face.
I have now been here for the last half year. They give me pills and tried to get me to admit my guilt. Tried to talk me out of this nightmare. Barely anyone else talks to me. My body is scarred and immobile. Now I did it. I killed Dr. Suarez with the last remainder of my muscles and I will get this out.
I look up at the sky, at night. I wonder, is the lightning of the stars hidden by the vast dark, or is the darkness a shield? A shield that keeps us safe and calm from countless eyes that stare at us?
The Man and piano player stands in the corner and laughs at me. I have met him before. I know who he is. I feel who they are. Feel who they are. Feel who are they. Who are they? Who?
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