Jolie
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I've been told that my greatest flaw is that I care too much. Not obsessively care like that, but when people state their problems to me, sometimes I try to help people who obviously can't be helped by me. I.E A female tells me her problems when she's in Alabama and I'm in Wisconsin, and I try a little bit to hard to solve her problems. It used to be a big problem with me. Now, I have a hard time mustering up the care to simply allow myself to live.
Let me back up. As a recent graduate of college, I rented a simple 1 bedroom apartment for myself. It isn't anything special, just a tiny kitchen and a bedroom with a toilet. It was a place that could only accompany me.
Well, one cold afternoon, I get a call from a female friend of mine, named Jolie. She was recently kicked out of the same college I went to, and, as a result, her parents kicked her out. She was calling from a pay-phone. I couldn't let her sleep at my place, for it could only suit me. However, I remembered there was a cheap motel 2 miles from my place that had fairly cheap rates. I told her not to worry, and to meet me there. I asked for a week long room for one if she promised me she would look for a job. She agreed.
I thought this would be the last time I would hear of the situation. The next day, however, I got a call from the motel room she was staying in, with Jolie on the other end nearly bawling her eyes out. She said that the motel room she was staying in was robbed, and that I needed to get there right away.
Naturally, I sprinted there. Once I got there, I noticed she wasn't exaggerating. The dresser with her clothes in was turned over, her TV was flipped over, showing only adult programming, etc. One thing that bothered me was why someone would want to rob a motel room, but I digress. When I asked her if she saw anyone, she said no, and that it happened while she slept. She was always a light sleeper, though. When I asked her if she had any crazy dreams or she took any Melatonin, she said no to the Melatonin, (My dad took it on a flight once, and admitted to having some weird dreams,) but she said she did have a creepy dream.
The dream she described was her lying down on a table, chained to it. Some scientists were looking down at her. After a long time of her screaming to the scientists to let her go, the scientists left. Then, a beast with a disfigured face and a giant blade was falling towards her. The man stabbed her, and she died. One thing she did make clear was the disfigured man was holding his blade by his crotch, and he stabbed her vagina. She then woke up.
That was, an admittedly, freaky dream. I asked her what she was going to do for tonight. She wanted to sleep at my place. It was hard, but I agreed. While we were walking back, though, I noticed something. Many of the people I knew had stayed at the motel before, and nothing like this had happened before. It led me to jokingly believe that she was possessed, but then I then dismissed the thought, knowing Jolie would freak out if I told her she was possessed.
Night fell. She had slept in my bed, while I slept on my uncomfortable pullout couch. It wasn't a nice sleep, but anything for a friend. When I woke up, I heard the loudest scream come from my room. I ran in there, only to find my room in similar condition to the motel. I asked her if she saw anyone, she said no. She admitted to having the EXACT same dream as last night. This was going to far. My friend was in tears, and she was wondering what she was going to do with her life. I told her not to worry, and to sleep the night again here. She reluctantly agreed.
When she left to go job hunting, I hatched a plan. I drilled a tiny hole in the wall in my room to the kitchen, (See what I mean when I said I cared to much?). When she fell asleep that night, I sat there and waited until something weird happened.
For the first few hours, nothing odd happened. I almost considered it a paranoia, but I couldn't. This was for a friend. 1:15 in the morning, she started jerking around violently and deep, loud laughing was heard. This was it. I bursted in, with my glock in my hand. I then shouted, "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?". She then cocked her head straight up, then looked right down at me. Just then, a dark, deep, and foreboding voice said, "Hello, Kyle."
This was getting weird. Not too creepy for me, and there was a thought that this was some strange joke from Jolie, but I still thought it was weird. I put down that glock and said, "How do you know my name?", as to play along. That voice came back up and said, "I am the desire you hide from all else.". This was freaky, even for me. I raised the gun up and screamed, "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?". That voice just laughed silently and said, "Don't you get it? I'm your desire to copulate, to make love, to cuddle.... To have sex."
This was too freaky. I put down the gun and said "What are you talking about?". The voice then possessed her entire body and started walking around me. "Don't act like you don't know. Every girl you've been with, you've always been after the sex. Even the ones you claim to be just friends with. What do you remember most about that motel night? Your friend in danger? No, you remember seeing her bra and tampons, seeing that the TV was turned to porn, all that before your friend was in danger. Not only that, but you noticed her underpants on the floor before noticing me," the voice said.
Good God, he was right. I then noticed the clocks time said 69:69 and that she was starting to position herself in a sexual manner. Even Jolie's name meant pretty in French. "That's more like it. You now realize your sin. Now for your punishment". The glock flew out of my hands and into the hands of Jolie. It was placed inside her mouth. "NO!" I screamed. "Why? So you can use this innocent girl more?". The trigger was then pulled.
The service was short, and only a few people came. That service might have only meant nothing to other people, but it sure as hell meant something to me. I never look at a woman the same again. Not after Jolie.
Credited to Fatmanrock44
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