Dressed in Death

     After two years of dealing with, what it seems to be, schizophrenia, I finally feel safe again. Well, at least more so than usual. A couple of months ago, I had found myself having dreams of some zombie-dog thing standing at the foot of my bed and having hallucinations of pregnant women's wombs exploding and things of the sort. Normal enough for my sick, twisted mind. Nothing I wasn't used to by now. Nevertheless, it isn't exactly comforting, either.

     Recently, I moved out of my parents' house and to my cousin's. Now, I understand you probably don't give a shit, but bear with me. After a few days of living here and enjoying my own room to myself, something strange has been happening. One night, at about midnight I had a strange, but familiar feeling. Like I was being watched. Now, because I have a past of schizophrenia, I'm naturally used to this. But, this time it was different. As I lay on my stomach on my futon, I felt a strange presence coming from my closet behind me. With my experience, I just figured it was another hallucination. That was my frame of mind until I heard something come from the closet.

     It was a loud, piercing scream. It was a woman's scream. And it was in my closet. The sound of the scream bounced around the room and pierced at my eardrums like a thousand needles. Now I was really freaked out. My heart raced and I didn't know what to do. I gripped my pillow for some subconscious comfort, but there was  none to be found. I turned my head towards the closet swallowing my fear so hard I thought I was about to choke. And what I saw standing there, I won't ever forget. The figure was a woman that wore a long, white nightgown as it would seem. Oddly enough, the nightgown was see-through. But, instead of an arousing sight, I saw her stomach cut in half. Her organs were hanging out of her body like a hanged criminal. She looked directly at me and grinned.

     Her horrible grin. Her teeth looked as if they were all sharpened with a nail filer or something. Her teeth were covered in a black liquid that oozed from her lips. I wasn't going to guess what the liquid was, and at the time the matter seemed quite irrelevant. My skin grew as pale as hers and I tried to scream but no noise could come from my mouth.The air grew colder and colder. I felt as if I was going to freeze to death. After a brief moment that seemed like hours, she disappeared. I searched the room for any sign of her expecting her to reappear. Thankfully, she didn't. I turned on the lights and slowly walked toward the closet and peered inside. Nothing. Nothing was there. I was confused and frightened and had no idea what to do. I was used to seeing odd things like this before, but none of them ever made a noise.

     Her scream, I remembered. That fucking scream that will haunt me forever. The loud, high-pitched scream that could almost cause a tear in time and space itself, it would seem. I will never forget.Needless to say, I sleep with my lights on now. Although, not good for the electric bill, it slightly helps take away from the horror that I experienced that night. Now, I cannot walk into my room without turning the lights on as quick as I can and glancing over to the closet in fear of finding her standing there again. Could you blame me?