Saturday is a day for death. The Baron has come calling. No one on-line and I am trapped by the monsterous spawning of ignorant wombs. I’m reminded of a dream I had years ago. I was pregnant. I could feel it moving inside me and as if that wasn’t horrific enough, the life sucking parasite had razor blade teeth. Sharp triangles of metal gleaming from it’s pink gums. I could picture the thing perfectly. Perfect little baby fingers, perfect little baby with just a little bit of fuzz on it’s waxy head. I shot up as I woke, choking a scream back. Terrified, I was in shock. The classic moment girls get in the horror movies. Blinking, newly in reality, I put my hands down from my face to realize the sheets and blankets were damp. No, soaked. Thinking I would have to change them in the morning when I was feeling a bit more sane, I let myself fall back in relief only to suddenly scream between gritted teeth. Pain unbelievable. Visceral hot and now. Fire burning flesh and terrible. My body knotted with it. Whimpering, I very carefully sat up and reached over to click on the lamp. Red. Red everywhere.
Turns out I tried to claw the thing out in my sleep.