Last night, I was driving home when all of a sudden in the middle of the road was a WITCH!
“Good lord!” a voice squealed. But before my brain could register what was happening, the lights went out…
…Darkness, nothing but deathly silence loomed all around. Not a peep could be heard, not even from the usual chorus of crickets or coyotes.
What’s that!? My amygdala suddenly shrieked, but my eyes failed to answer the question. Part of me was still unconscious, or worse, blind. There was a sound burrowing deep in the back of my subconscious, like something was…was what? Sniffling? Yep sniffling, as if some famished hound was rummaging around for leftover scraps of chow.
Then came a funny tingling sensation that began tickling my face. Oh what torture this was; an incurable itch that just wouldn’t leave. My hands began scrambling around like tarantulas on a hot plate; attempting to tear away at this mind-numbing sensation. But, my arms remained limp as if they were filled with lead. I must be suffering some form of partial paralysis; somewhere deep inside a circuit breaker had been tripped. Neurological re-wiring seemed like an obvious fate, if I was ever to get out of this coffin alive.
Ignore that terrible sensation, it’s likely just your nerves rebooting themselves. But what is that God-awful noise?
“Get lost you fiendish hound!” I tried shouting with all the might I could muster.
But all that came out was slurred gibberish, choking on salty undertones of death. Yet the noise continued, growing louder by the second. And to make matters worse, that mind-numbing itch had begun to sting, and now I could see why. My nose was the culprit this whole time; sniffing around instinctively to detect what smells like… Oh s---, gasoline.
Sweet mother of God! This isn’t a coffin, it’s a f------ crematory, rigged to blow at any moment! No matter what commands my brain dictated, my limbs refused to listen.
How did I end up here? There was something standing in the middle of the road, I knew that much. Something so disturbingly rotten and foul, but what?
Wait a minute, there’s a light. Yes. Oh how magnificent it is; rippling like the sea and shimmering like a rainbow. But I mustn’t follow it, I’m too young, this can’t be the…
“Having car trouble, my pretty?”
“SWEET JESUS!”
I shot out of the car like a startled feline; sending explosive shards of glass flying everywhere. What in God’s name was that? My field of vision was jolted open by now as I surveyed the surroundings. Nothing. Nothing but the amber glow of high pressure sodium lamps and this radioactive scrap of metal scorching away before my eyes.
How would I get home now? It appeared the disorientating effects of sleep deprivation had finally caught up with me. The constant back and forth between my overnight job and college would be enough to drive anyone insane. All I wanted was to get some sleep, but the possibility of that seemed far away now. That horrifying figure in the road must’ve been a figment of my imagination. But what about that voice? It was far too convincing to shrug off. Get out. There’s no reason to stay behind and question reality. The answers you seek might be too disturbing to handle.
There was some sinister force brewing all around. I could feel it; a manifestation that rang the suspecting doorbells of the sixth sense… Dear God.
There she was, hovering above me with mischievous intent. Her bulging eyes, rotting teeth, and tremoring demeanor were too savage for my sleep-deprived brain to cope with. After being awake an upwards of thirty hours, there is only so much an over-stimulated mind can handle before stumbling over the edge of psychotic hysteria.
“Find your doom amusing, my dear?” she cackled.
A projectile of vomit answered the witch’s question soon enough. It was impossible to hold back. Her foul breath was too great to bear; a putrid stench of rotting corpses from all the souls she’s likely feasted upon.
“You’re mine!” she screeched, rocketing down towards me like a raging bull.
There was no escape. I was pinned down like some helpless jackrabbit about to be mauled.
“Ever been with a cougar?” she suddenly inquired.
“NO!” I cried out in petrified despair, but it was of no use.
My cry for help merely echoed back unanswered as she advanced.
“Well, today’s your lucky day, my pretty!”
Now I was at the mercy of whatever perverse actions this demented creature was about to perform. The absent air erupted with moans of pleasure and squeals of horror. What a terrible fate to endure.
