I Smell It Coming

I thought I had earned a brief reprieve from the agony once night fell, but my hopes were dashed when his thunderous footsteps shook the ceiling above. An awful, skunky smell wafted down the darkened stairwell before him. He stepped from the shadows and a beam of moonlight illuminated his sleepy, red eyes as he lazily took stock of the room. He saw me and a slight smile grew across his face as if he had somehow forgotten I was there.

The floorboards creaked as he shambled across the living room with his yellow teeth bared. A sharp wail filled the air as he stubbed his toe.

This was bad. There were no redeemable qualities to this monster, but all of his devious characteristics were exacerbated when he was upset. After several moments of whimpering, the monster kicked over the offending chair and angrily shuffled towards me. As he loomed large, licking his lips, I was suffocated by the dank fumes leaking from his mouth.

His slimy hands were only inches from me when he stopped. A gurgle bellowed from his hairy gut as he walked past me and into the bathroom. He was going for my wife again.

I wanted to scream: “You bastard! Leave her alone! Do what you will with me, but leave her alone!”

But I didn’t make a sound. For most of it, I could not hear her, but rather the torturous howls of the monster. It was only at the end, before I heard him wash his hands, that my wife let out a single cry as she did every time.

The monster returned to me and let out a sickening sigh as he patted his stomach and licked his lips. A chilly blue light illuminated his bloated pink body as he ripped me open. I felt every chunk of meat that was torn from me and shoved down his gullet. He barely allowed the previous bite of flesh to be swallowed before filling his mouth with more.

Even an animal would have the decency to finish eating one part of me before moving to the next. Instead he would gorge himself and then return it half-eaten back into my body to save for later. Between bites, he would greedily drink my innards and allow the sticky, red liquid to drip down his chin.

The horror finally ended, and I was closed back up. The monster lumbered back to its lair with the promise to return in a few hours once the first glimmers of sunlight crested through the drawn shades. I don’t know when he will rise, but I will smell it coming.

I have seen, heard and felt so many things that I can not forget. I no longer yearn for freedom or even to see my beautiful, porcelain princess.

If someone somehow finds this, I beg you: Please put us out of our misery.

Signed,

Fridgidaire and Ms. Crapper.

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