Non Compos Mentis
It was the breathing that did it.
It was dark. Of course. Lying in bed next to my girlfriend. Not asleep. But she was. I listened to her breathe, soft and regular. Eyes closed. Exhausted. Sink to sleep with the comfortable closeness, familiar sound of sleeping breath.
Maybe I dozed. Maybe not. bbut when I listened there was no more breathing next to me. Different sound, like a cat eating. I loooekkd over with eyes slitted tiny unseeable and there was a shape, small, strange, sitting on my girlfriend's side. Moving. Maybe eating? I wanted to reach out to touch her to feel another person but something stopped me.
Terrible, terror, darknesss.
Then came soft fluttering and the shape moved like a moth with wings and lannded with soft tinking quiet clanking of claws on thhe hallowed hollowed metal of tthe hedbbbord then then to the floor.
There was light there, spilling from a streetlight outside the window, the amber light of city's night. I saw what itt wassssssssssssssssssssss
A head human once no more but on its side right wright eaar down towward the ground like a head sleeepppping thhings not hwere thay belong a RICUTUS GRIN ON THE SIDE MOUTH SPLIT so a new mouth of broken flesh and skull on the bottom beside the nose temple to cheek yellow teeth gnashing masshing eating hungry hungry soft breaths
bbeneath it like feet like legs a sppider with ten 10 legs bonee flesh were HANDS human hands fingers splayed toooo longg clicking twitching walking the wrists fused to the cheeeek
The eyes the eyes the eyes one above the other but pure white like a bllind person. But dark pupils moving. Have you ever seen a chameleon's eyes, moving independent? Like thhat. But it wasn't just that the eyes moved indeependddently. When the pupils moved the eyes weren't moving, not rolling in the sockets, just pupils floating over white white WHITE EYES AND IT SEES ME JESUS FUCKK
it knowws iit sees TONGUE SLITHERS from new mouth
And I'm up and at it, pilllows house a bag of cloth to hand lucky lucky AND I scooop it up hungry thing and SMASH IT AGAINST WAALLL SMASSH IT SMAAASHS
it is so angry hungry so hurting SHRIEKING wommmans voice no stop no what help help SMASH then quiet.
mnsoter in bbag droppped on ground. no breathing i sleep
later loudd nooiiiises crashing door OPEN UP OPEN UP CRASH
The police are there. Thank god. But there is no monster, just my girlfriend, her remains little more than tattered rags of flesh that have been crushed and stomped beyyond recognition. They are partly eaten. An empty pillowcase, stained with blood, the only blood in the rooomm. Her body is taken. Mine is too but I stiilll live in it.
They ask so many questions. I tell them what I saw what I see what had to die and they have docctors talk to me. im not mad not not knot sane but not mad
A lawyer comes. Tells me he is to defend me. I killed the hungry skull fingers twitch SMASHED it don't need defending
But the lawyyer tellls me tells me a secret: the pillowcase, he says, the pillowcase, he says, the pillowcase, he says, has no blood from her. No blood from me. No human blood. No known type of blood at alll.
Credited to MaybeNever
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