The first night it happened I thought it was a queer, beer side-effect. First, I felt a cold shiver down my left leg and then.. the flesh parted. It ripped. Just like that; no pain, no blood, the flesh was ripped and parted sideways and as I gazed madly at it, I swear, I saw something stir from within. I ran my hand up and down my thigh but there was nothing there..nothing at all. Only sweat and tears falling down my thigh as I stared down at it. Then two nights ago, while I was trying to get some sleep in the mad heat of August, I woke up with the same cold shiver down my leg. It was dark but I saw…I saw something transparent and white sliding out of the thigh. Like smoke it slowly rose. I screamed and turned on the light…but again, there was nothing to see. I was losing my mind..finally. I stayed up all night crying over my lost sanity, I wept for the scorpions inside my head. I ran my hand up and down, up and down my thigh, scratching it, bruising it…crying. Why the thigh? Why a rip? What was that thing moving? What was the meaning behind it..what was I going through?
Posted on: Wed, 27 Nov 2013 14:10:00 +0000