the ecstacy of mould

slowly…slowly does it. cogs twisting, clocks whirring, vein’s pumping blood at a rapid pace. Cher’s knocking at my door screaming about having her

God help us all!

voice modulator..NOW. I hide under the covers praying she wont get in. From my muted surroundings I hear a low scratching sound. Nails on wood. Terrified. I jump out of the bed and try to hide the box. Splinters are being ripped from the architrave, one by one as the beast tries to gain entry. I can’t find where to dump this fucking box. I hear her gurgling and spitting and the true horror of what is to come dawns on me. I need an out. I need to make the choice. The box is indestructible. She is bent on getting it. I am the pawn in this unholy game. I look around to find something to bring finality. There is nothing.

It goes silent. The scratching has stopped. A vacuum is created. I can’t breathe. There comes whispering,

“And I can’t break through”

Cold sweat rolls down my back forcing me to shiver…

“So sad that you’re leaving”

I feel it coming, it’s coming. Oh god, it’s coming…

“You are going to be the lonely one.” hissssss

The door explodes from its frame. I am up against the wall, eyes wide with terror. Dry ice flows through the door (Where did that even come from?). I see a dark shadow revealing itself to me as a nine-foot tall creature with a leather jacket and a, oh god, leather thong. In a split second she is on me. Dry-humping me as I lie paralysed on the floor, her scaly cold hands around my neck. I feel relief that my end has come. Her frizzy hair falls over my face, blacking out the world. She easily removes the box from my hand. I lose control as she rips a hole in her neck, then jams the box into the ghastly orifice…Her enormous mouth opens into a terrifying hollywood grin and the room begins to shake. MY head starts to feel heavy. I can feel the blood rushing through my temples at a rapid rate….The intensity of the pulses means it is coming….As my head starts to split, blood running down my cheeks, she opens her mouth and with full modulation on, shrill tones mingle with my silent screams….Here it comes, eyes ready to pop, skin separating from face…aaaaahhaaaaarghhhhhhh

“Do you believe in life after love
I can feel something inside me say
I really don’t think you’re strong enough,

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