Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26921530-20150925022019

 A large glob of ink stared me in the face. As my eyes were glued to the grotesque figure it began to morph into

 an eye. It started as a  gooey, black sphere until  the color shed off  transforming it into an eggshell color. Only a short amount of time passed as it developed an iris. The creature blinked at me and its ‘head’ tilted sideways.

 "Mommy?" It said.

 I breathed heavily looking at the broken tile. The monster's scent caused me to throw up a green sludge as I peered up at the monster,  it neared towards me. As if it was asking for a response. I recoiled myself and spoke,

 "You are not Lillian."

 The former child emitted a bellow akin to a hundred hungry animals. The creature reached two arm-like ligaments towards me and attached itself to my body. Engulfing me.

 "I wanna be with you mommy. Why don't you wanna be with Lillian?"

 Two Days earlier...

 I had taken Lillian to the hospital two hours prior. Her skin was filled with plague-like bumps, although she didn't show any symptoms. No scratching, no coughing, not anything.

 "Mommy... I don't like these bumpy thingys. They look weird!"

 "Shut up. It's probably just a rash." I said, trying to reassure my rustled nerves.

 As we arrived at the door,  Kenneth's  friends were at the house. They were oozed in disgusting sweat and panting from perhaps a few rounds of football.

 "Hiya mom! You mind opening the door?"

 "I will, but I need you to look after Lillian."

 "Okay."

 I sprung back into the car and sighed now knowing that I didn’t have to deal with her. I started the ignition and drove off. During the trip I theorized about her condition and wondered if I could be carried to others. I attempted to concentrate on other things, however nothing seemed to work.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> After a great bit of time I started breathing heavily and clenched onto the steering wheel. This caused my vehicle to stop, angering a few noisy drivers. When I arrived at the international stop at the airport I gazed at my husband while he smiled at me. He then rushed into the car awaiting the news of Lillian’s health.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “So, is it getting any better, hun?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “No, Brooks and the doctors aren’t providing me with a goddamn answer!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Calm yourself, Luce. Luce Luce Luce, my sweetheart.” He started singing my name in a random mixture of tunes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Alright, I will as long as you stop singing…”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Agreed.” He said kissing me on the cheek.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Once we had came to the house and opened the door we had heard a low pitched whine from Kenneth’s room. I rushed upstairs and viewed the area. His friends were missing and a lonely Kenneth rocked in the corner of the room mumbling.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “You, tell me what’s wrong!” I said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Mm-momma I don’t know! I can’t tell what’s going on anymore!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Alright, talk to your father. Where is your sister!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “The cannibal is in her room.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I gave him the side-eye and trotted towards my daughter’s room as I observed the hallway for clues of Kenneth’s commotion. When I reached the door I heard her snoring. She almost immediately rose out of her slumber. My eyes then darted to a red stain on her chin, although she licked it off before I could identify it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “What is your brother talking about. Did you steal his Blegos?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “No mommy. You don’t need to hurt touch me again.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Alright then. Do you want something to snack on?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “No mommy. I’m full.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I looked at her in mild-shock and shook it off of as she already ate something. I descended back down the stairs and into my bedroom. I removed my clothes and placed on a satin nightgown, facing my husband.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “What did Ken say?” I asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Nothing. I couldn’t really get him to say a word.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Ugh, I knew he need a therapist or something…”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> He slouched his head at me smirking as he motioned me to the bed. I climbed in on the other side as he grabbed onto my shoulders. We snuggled into a spoon-like position as we discussed aimless topics.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> After a few hours,  a jumble of aroused screams filled the house. This caused my husband to shutter and go upstairs to observe what was happening. They soon after quieted and turned into grumbles. I informed Brook that Ken might have watched a horror film with his friends. He shrugged me off and proceeded up the stairs.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Shortly afterwards, I heard my daughter’s voice which said phrases like,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Hmm, he taste really good!” “Daddy wasn’t much of a meal as I wanted him to be.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I rushed upstairs now knowing that everything had reversed into lunacy. I skirted down the hall and into Lillian’s room. The red stains were much more apparent and covered her body from head to toe. Her arms were now gooey extensions that fed on her father’s intestines. They swallowed them like a pelican would a fish.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I clasped my hands together and breathed in quick motions. I then began to walk backwards in a slow pace out of the room. Unfortunately, the icky claws grabbed hold of my back and caressed my cheeks.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “You aren’t gonna leave mommy. Cause that would be child hurting.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Huh?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Let me show you mommy!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The little girl carried me to the banister and swung me to the tile below, fracturing my hip.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “See, this what you do to me.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I rose up from the injury as the creature transformed into more a nasty, gray blob.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “You never did love me mommy. Oh well. We can think about it while you're inside me.” She said giggling in a distorted voice.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The creature then grew a bulging cherry colored eye and asked,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Mommy?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I hesitated for a moment. I stared the creature in the face before vomiting. I quickly recovered and said,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “You are not Lillian.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The grey blob then reached its tentacles towards me. It consumed my legs first. I tried escaping, but my body wouldn’t let me. It’s because I knew she was right.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> "I wanna be with you mommy. Why don't you wanna be with Lillian?"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The End <ac_metadata title="Lillian (Unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>