Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-37041992-20181004223948/@comment-37041992-20181008135232

JESSE (v. 2)

My parents went away for a week to celebrate their anniversary. It was my first time I was completely alone in the house for a relatively long period of time. On the first night, I was dozing in front of the TV when the power went out.

I was just lying there on the couch, hoping to fall asleep, when I heard a noise. A very faint creaking on the hardwood floors. It came from the upstairs hallway. I opened my eyes and jerked my head toward the staircase. There's a ninety degree turn in the middle of the staircase, so I could only see half of it. I heard another creak.

I heard footsteps. They were coming from the staircase. I thought I was dreaming, but just to be safe I got off the couch and crouched down behind the reclining chair. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I could start to see the figure.

His appearance made me jump. He was male, but his hair was long like a woman. Black hair, like mine. Skinny. He was wearing a black shirt. His skin was white like mine, but very pale. He was wearing black pants and black shoes. He blended in very well to the darkness, other than his skin. That unnervingly pale skin.

He walked over to the mirror next to the staircase. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed something from his pocket. My heart skipped when I saw him pull out a knife. He held it in his left hand, stuck out his right arm, and did something horrifying.

He began to shave the skin off of his arm, making it skinnier and skinnier. Almost like he was sculpting it. Eventually, he did the other arm. I felt sick and just willed with all my might for him to leave. If this was a nightmare, it was easily the worst nightmare I'd ever had.

I saw him slime crazily in the mirror. He pulled up his shirt and started sculpting his torso. I saw flaps of skin fall to the floor. I felt light-headed, but I couldn't look away for my own safety.

He sculpted every part of his body. His legs, his cheeks, even his neck. The whole time, I didn't see a single drop of blood.

After what seemed like ages, he put the knife back into his pocket. I prayed like crazy for him to get out. He got on one knee and began to pick up the flaps of skin that he had got off his body. He wadded it up into a ball.

I watched in horror and he shoved the ball of skin into his mouth. I heard a horrible chewing noise and my mind couldn't take it. My eyelids went limp and I felt my head smack against the hardwood floor with a loud thump.

I remember waking up in the middle of the room. My head ached, my throat was dry, and my stomach was filled with pain. When I remembered my whole experience, I screamed and tried to sit up, only to have my stomach hurt even more. I caught a glimpse of it. My torso was cut and bloody. I tried to crawl to my phone, sobbing uncontrollably.

I saw something on the floor. When I got closer, I saw that it was a piece of my own skin. A message was crudely written on it in my blood.

"Delicious. I'll definitely eat here again.

 - Jesse"