Emma woke up this morning feeling off. She wasn't sure what was wrong, but something didn't feel right. She had the normal thought of "maybe I'm sick or something" before going about her normal routine. She got out of bed at 4:30 AM to start getting ready for the job she loved, teaching highschool art. Sure, nobody really liked art in highschool (unless you had a knack for such a thing), but most of her students seemed to enjoy how she valued creativity and symbolism over skill. Most people would rather die than wake up at 4:30 AM, but Emma, although she was having difficulty getting even a few hours of sleep, was fairing pretty well with the early awakening.
After taking a shower and brushing her teeth, she got into her car only to realize she had completely forgotten to make breakfast and get her purse, laptop, and keys. She had been having trouble with her memory before, but she blamed it on not getting enough sleep rather than anything. However, she has never forgotten her breakfast before, she again blamed her lack of sleep on it, but that inkling feeling of something being not right snuck up on her again. She felt as if she was... wrong somehow, that she wasn't who she thought she was.
She attempted to write it off again and called in sick, deciding to spend the day resting in hopes to somehow destroy the crippling fatigue she was dealing with. She ended up sleeping for a couple hours before making her lunch. As she made herself a simple sandwich, just bread, cheese, whatever sandwich meat was in the fridge, some lettuce and tomato, she noticed something dark move out of the corner of her eye.
I turned to look at what was there and there was nothing there, except I couldn't erase that feeling that something was there. I stared into the corner of the kitchen for about a minute or so without blinking, ya'know that feeling when you feel something is watching you? Yeah, that's what I was feeling.
Emma just thought that maybe she was just seeing things, or that her cat, Max, maybe walked by quickly and she just didn't notice him. Whatever, she finished making her sandwich and ate it, despite not being hungry, and drank a small glass of water. She went back to her room to rest again and maybe catch up on some TV or something, until she felt something stab her right leg. I looked down at my leg to see a cut on it, but it for whatever reason or another was already healed or scabbed over. I thought that maybe I had accidentally cut it on an exposed nail and the pain was just a coincidence, before I went to my room.
I walked into my room only to notice that the window was open. This wouldn't have been strange, but it was mid-january and it was well below freezing. I wrote it off, maybe the wind opened it or something. The idea that an intruder could be in my apartment crossed my mind, but I immediately realized that it was broad daylight, around 2 PM or so, so it didn't seem very likely. I sat on my bed and turned on the TV to watch a random cooking show.
I was feeling tired again, so I decided to close my eyes for a little bit. I was just drifting off to sleep and then I saw an image pop into my mind. A tall, thin figure with a white face and deep, dark eyes, like an abyss. This instantly bolted me out of my half-asleep dizziness to an adrenaline rush as I frantically searched around my room. Whatever, it was probably nothing, I've had that happen before so it was probably nothing.
It was starting to get dark, we all know how quickly the sun sets in winter. I decided to go to sleep early, so I went into the kitchen to turn off all the lights, but then there was that pain again, but it was in my arm and sides this time. It kept persisting until I saw a thin, black hand escape from my sides, also ruining one of my top favorite shirts. I froze, I couldn't scream, I could barely breathe. Another hand escaped from my side, and soon a body, a body much longer than mine. I'm not very tall, I'm 5'2 and around 105 pounds, there was no way in hell whatever was coming out of me could fit. Its legs came next, and then its head, a bright white head with eyes like an abyss. The thing barely fit in my apartment, it may have been thing but it was at least 7 feet tall.
I stared at it, and it stared back, I was so afraid, so deeply afraid. I wanted to scream, but it's like the thing was keeping me from doing so. Was it going to kill me? Had it been feeding off of my body like a parasite? I don't know, I don't think I ever will know. I blacked out at that moment, next thing I knew it was gone. I'm writing this as I sit at a friend's house, who would never believe me if I tried to tell her what happened.
I see that thing everywhere now, in every corner of every room. It's like it's following me, making sure that if it needs me again, I'll be there. Not like a predator, more like a parasite. My entire body feels numb and every part of it aches, as if it drained every last damn bit of energy before leaving. It's like I can feel every organ trying to repair itself, as if the goddamn thing only left because it could feel my body failing and losing me would be a lot worse than leaving and waiting for me to heal.
Should I go to the doctor? Probably, but it'd be hell to explain that some thing ripped itself out of me. I can feel that thing breathing on my neck, I don't think it even had a damn mouth.
I wrote this partially in 3rd person, because when that thing was there, it wasn't me, it never will be me. I hope it never gets the chance. I am still sick at the fact that I referred to myself as Emma while that thing was still there.
I can't sleep, I can't even acknowledge the darkness as I sit on the bathroom floor wondering what the hell that thing was.
I'm afraid of what would happen if it tried to use me again.
Submitted March 03, 2019 at 02:14AM by Amanecera_ https://ift.tt/2IM1EoM
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