Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27837645-20160221041223

For some reason thi story was deleted, I want to know why. I don't think I'm a horrible writer, and I edited it heavily. Why would it be deleted? Here's the story below.

I couldn’t sleep, maybe it was the intense heat or maybe it was the fetus growing inside me. Whatever it was it was determined to make sure I didn’t sleep at all tonight. I glanced at the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand to my left, 1:21 it read in big red digits.

Rolling onto my side I ran a finger along the bare skin of Andy’s sweat covered back. He rolled his shoulder blades and murmured something along the lines “Not tonight, Pam. Too hot.”

“No it’s not that,” I whispered.“ I can’t sleep!”

“That’s nice, honey,” He yawned and sleep took him again. He wouldn’t be able to help me anyways. What could he do? Jump out of bed and shout “Hang on just a second, sweety. I’ll go fetch the roofies I keep in the bathroom,” I don’t think so.

I sighed and rolled onto my backbone. My midsection looked like some massive dune and my head was at the foot of it. The blanket Andy and I shared had long been mule-kicked to the far end of the bed, like some long flat dog sleeping at the end of its master’s bed. I just need some water, I told myself, water will help me sleep. I swung my legs so that they rotated off the bed. Shifting my weight to my lower half I felt my barefeet touch the carpeted floor.

Wiping sweat from my forehead, I half-waddled my way around the bed until I came across the fan in front of the bed. It was struggling to twirl the blades inside and only a slight breeze of air was being pushed out of the metal cage.

“Piece of shit,” I murmured and moved around the fan. When I opened the closed door of our bedroom I turned the doorknob until I heard the satisfied click of the bedroom door opening.

Fully opening the door and stepping through the threshold I began to descend the small, moonlit hallway that separated our room from the kitchen. Passing through the hallway I could see past the balcony of our seventh story apartment the city of Draycott in the late night darkness. Buildings illuminated by lights from the windows and streetlights lining the street. Down below along the abandoned street I saw a taxi zoom past parked cars and stop infront of a pub.

Like me, this city does not sleep, I thought glumly and continued my trek towards the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen I was immediately hit by a gust of cool air originating from the ceiling fan. That felt nice, the breeze cooled the sweat on the unexposed flesh of my arms and passed easily through my thin nightie. The baby inside me probably liked it too.

Waddling my way over to the sink I picked up a clean glass from the drying rack and held it under tap. Pushing the faucet handle upwards I watched as cool, glistening water flood into the glass. I filled the glass to the brim, pushed the faucet handle down and held the glass to my lips. Immediately I felt the refreshing, cool liquid slide down my throat. Moistening my parched lips and tongue. And suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

This would go great with whiskey!

No I shouldn’t, it wouldn’t be good for the baby. But whiskey always helped me sleep, and not sleeping can’t be any worse than a teeny, eeny bit of whiskey. Only a little, this isn’t college, I won’t get totally wasted like I used to.

What’s the worst thing that can happen? I opened the fridge and poured some liquor into the half empty glass.

When the glass was empty I placed it on the counter and began making my way back to our bedroom. Andy was still sleeping on his side when I returned to the bed. His jaw covered in a light stubble and I could clearly see the robust frame of his body, most of him was naked except for his waist which he wore a pair of black boxer briefs. He seemed to be having a good dream, he was breathing softly and I could see his barefoot wiggle every few seconds. I giggled at his bliss before making my way back over to my end of the bed and laying down. Almost instantaneously sleep took hold of me.

I opened my eyes slowly, I was lying on my back and the presence of my bloated belly loomed over me like some massive hill. The room was nearly pitch-black and I could just barely see the top frame of the door over my belly. I raised my head slightly on the pillow so I could more clearly see the closed door...

The closed door!

How had the door closed? I’m positive I left it open when I went back to bed. Andy was still sleeping in the same position I last saw him, his foot wiggling every few seconds, so he clearly hadn’t closed it. My mind raced to solve why the door could have closed and my heart skipped a beat when I stumbled upon the answer.

There’s someone in the house...

I tried to raise my arms but they didn’t move, they stayed glued to my sides. I tried the same with my legs and they remained still, flat against the mattress. I felt as if ropes kept me bound to the bed, I could barely turn my head, I couldn’t even look at Andy except out of the corner of my eye. The room seemed longer somehow, the door opposite of our bed loomed forebodingly in the darkness. What was happening? Was there someone in the house? Why couldn’t I move? Dozens of questions flooded my mind and I racked my brain searching for an answer. The room was silent, I couldn’t even hear Andy’s own breathing anymore than I could mine. Suddenly, I heard a thumping coming from beyond the door.

My heart beat faster in my chest and sweat broke out across my flesh as the thumping got louder. Loud footfalls walked along the hardwood floor. I began breathing rapidly out of my nostrils as the footsteps became louder, thump, thump, thump. My body remained perfectly still, my round belly curving upwards in front of me. The baby inside me nestled safely...

Fear broke over me again, I couldn’t protect my baby if the person on the other side of that door wanted to hurt it. I’ve heard about stories like that, people tie up pregnant women then cut the babies out of them, all while the pregnant woman is screaming in pain and being forced to watch helplessly as the person rips the baby from its mother.

Thump, thump, thump, why wasn’t Andy waking up? Couldn’t he hear this creep on the other side of the door? What if he was dead? I couldn’t get a clear view of Andy from my paralyzed position and he was facing away from me. It wasn’t impossible that the intruder slit Andy’s throat and somehow managed to paralyze me. Keep me in one place like a spider wrapping his prey in his web. I would be able to do nothing until he returned to kill or rape me, or worse, steal my baby.

My adam’s apple bobbed when I gulped. The thumping was louder and closer, he was just on the other side of the door now. Now he was turning the doorknob slowly until a horrifying “click” bounced across the walls of the room. Slowly, a black hand curled around the door and began to push it open.

In the doorway stood the black humanoid frame of a human. But it wasn’t human. The creature had red, glowing eyes. It stood at maybe six feet tall with broad, black shoulders. Slowly, as my heart beat faster, it began taking long, striding steps towards my side of the bed. Goosebumps spread over my flesh as the creature stood next to me, those red glowing eyes staring at me.

No, not at me, at my bloated midsection.

“No, please don’t!” I tried to beg, but my mouth remained shut as if my lips were glued together as the creature raised a long, spindly black finger and began circling the fabric above my midsection. The tips of the finger were sharp and easily cut away the thin fabric. The creature began spiraling its finger around the bare flesh of my belly until it rested on my navel. It then placed its hand back at its side and climbed onto the bed.

The creature then sat directly on my chest. The creature sat in such a way that I couldn’t even move my arms if I wasn’t paralyzed. It lowered its face to mine until it seemed its red glowing eyes hovered menacingly over mine. I tried to shrink in the bed but the creature remained present, it raised its hands and placed them between my lips. Then it began to slowly open my mouth.

“No, no please don’t!” I pleaded as the creature opened its own mouth. And a gooey black substance began falling from its mouth, into mine.

I gagged and tried to shake him off, but I still couldn’t move. I could only stare into those glowing red eyes as foul-tasting, burning hot goop slid down my throat. As he let the goop fall into my mouth he seemed to be decreasing in size. He kept getting smaller and smaller until he himself fell and slid down my throat. My mouth remained open as I tried to puke up the Black viscous goop sliding down my throat and into my stomach. I heaved up ebony goo several times until the flesh around my mouth became black with gunk.

Slowly, I felt a pain shoot through my groin. As if a pole had been rammed between my legs. I couldn’t scream out, I could only feel the stretching and ripping pain as something began emerging from inside me. Something dark and small.

A small, mouse sized creature eventually emerged from between the fabric of my nightie. It was humanoid, with glowing red eyes. Slowly it crawled over my leg and I could watch only in horror as it strided up to Andy’s exposed back, dragged a finger along his shoulder blades then with both hands, it opened the wound and stepped inside. Andy’s back did not bleed, only a thin, almost invisible line five inches long remained on Andy’s left shoulder blade

I stared at Andy from the corner of my eyes as he stood up and stared at me. His eyes were hollow, like two sinkholes in his head. He stared at me for a minute, then turned his head forwards and began making his way to the front of the bed, then paused. He turned his head to face me with those black, hollow eyes. He stood there in his black boxer briefs, staring at me. Then he turned and walked towards the window. Grabbed the curtains his hands and yanked them to the ground. Then he opened the large window, turned his head towards me one last time, and threw himself out the seventh story window.

I lied on the bed with my heart pounding against my chest bone. I then began screaming.

“Pam, Pam! Wake up!” Andy was sitting on his knees next to me, shaking my shoulders.

“Andy...Andy?” I said groggily, my eyes partially opened.

“You were screaming Pam, you must’ve had a bad dream. Don’t worry, I’m here now.”

“Andy?” I realized I could move and wrapped my arms around him. “Andy, it was awful.”

“Don’t worry, Honey. It’s all over now.” I smiled at him and hugged him tighter, out of the corner of my eye I could see our bedroom door was closed... 