Oookay, the confusing horror story of a face-eating monster continues. Enjoy! (P.S. I’m going to reveal something cool this week, it’ll be 100% free. Stay tuned!)
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The face-eating monster keeps haunting him
June, third calendar day. As I step out of the store, a sudden thought comes to my mind—nay, it’s not a thought, but a memory, I think? I remember a shadow, it had a huge maw and it was about to consume someone. Oh well, I think it was just a dream I’d seen at some point.
After a few dozen meters from the store, a young lady appears from the dark of night, walking slowly towards me. She smiles beautifully, I wonder who she is. Her clothes aren’t flashy, so I don’t think she’s from a rich family. I mean, rich people (especially women) seldom wear hoodies, right? Or am I totally wrong here?
But as I look at her, a strange sense of deja-vu comes to me. Strange, maybe I’d seen her in a dream? Or was she in the same primary school? Ugh, my head hurts the more I try to figure it out.
“Hi,” she says.
“Hi.” I don’t feel like flirting with women now, my head is aching.
“Did you like it?”
No matter how I think about it, I can’t come to understand what she means by that. “What?”
“Do you feel even slightly better now?”
By any chance, was I drunk last weekend? I mean, did I get laid? I don’t remember such. Jeez, she’s causing my headache to worsen. “I have no idea what you mean by that.”
“Do you feel scared?” She asks.
Now that I think about it, yes, I do feel a little scared for some reason. “A little, yes. Why?”
“Ugh, you know, you’re the first one to remember the previous iterations, even if it’s just an emotion your body remembers. Tell me, do you use drugs?”
The hell is this lady talking about!? Drugs? Iterations? What!? “You know, I don’t like women who spout nonsense the moment I meet them.”
The lady laughs. “Then it’s fine for me to spout nonsense, isn’t it?”
Her brains must be damaged somehow. “Get to the point. I need to get home soon.”
The lady sighs. “If you can’t remember the previous iterations, then it’s pointless. I’ll try to keep at it until you start remembering. Let’s just hope that you won’t lose your sanity.”
The next thing that happens is something that my heart will remember always.
June, third calendar day. Ever since I left the store I’ve felt fearful. Once I’m home, I drop my stuff on the floor and strip. I need a long shower to wash the fear off my shoulders.
I let the water run for a moment so that the warm water starts flowing. I test it with my toe, and once warm, I enter the shower. For a couple of minutes, I just stand there, wondering what could make my heart pound in fear, until I sit down in a yoga pose. I’ve never sat while showering, and now that I think about it, it feels relaxing, to let the warm water flow upon me.
Such a name comes to my mind.
June, fourth calendar day. I wake up in the morning, prepare some coffee, and once it’s time, I’m going to school. As I get outside, a cold gust of wind reminds me of something. The memory is vague, but it makes my heart pounding in terror. It’s vexing.
A few blocks later, some young lady calls me out. “Hey there! How are you?”
“Are you still scared?”
Strange, I am scared, how did she know? If I think about it, that lady does remind me of someone.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. Have a nice day.”
After I’m done with school for today, I’m heading to my part-time job. I asked my friends at school if they knew about a symptom that causes permanent fear. I don’t think I’ve been to a near-death situation recently so it can’t be that, now can it?
They didn’t really find the answer for me. I guess I need to figure this out by myself, and soon. This may become a problem if I grow fearful of everything around me. It’d mean no more school or work, which translates to screwed up future.
Much later in the future, I’ll get to know that today, the fourth day of June, repeats itself 2567 times without me knowing it.
June, fourth calendar day. I wake up in the morning with a strange feeling. It’s like I’d forgotten something, but I can’t recall what. I brew some coffee as I ponder over it. Important it had to be, otherwise, I wouldn’t be straining myself this hard.
I shouldn’t waste my time, I need to get to school. I grab my bag and leave, our teacher can be rough if he catches us being late for a class. Just thinking about all that homework he’d make us do if we got late, yikes!
Of course, I get to school right on time. What follows is an ordinary school day.
It’s starting to get dark, I’m heading to my part-time job as soon as I finish my homework. I work four hours a day, any more than that and I’d never get my homework done. It’s tiresome as it is.
Halfway to the store, I encounter a young lady I’ve never seen before. She is smiling beautifully, looking at me. Is she just flirting with me? A building next to us blocks the last light of the day, so it’s too dark for me to see her face clearly, therefore, I can’t tell if she’s a beauty or not. Also, if I’m not mistaken, her face is muddied…?
“Hi.” The lady greets.
“Hello.” Since she started it, I let her lead the conversation.
“I might need help. There is a guy injured over there.” The lady points the direction.
“In that dark alley?” I ask. It looks like an attempt of robbery to me. Isn’t this how every ignorant character gets robbed in the movies?
“Hmm.” It’s not like she can rob me in the public, so I just walk over to the alley without going further in there. If I see a wounded person, I’ll help. Anyway, she keeps smiling like an idiot, so that does make me suspicious.
As soon as I get a good look at the alley, I see someone lying on the ground some dozen yards from the street. “What happened?” I ask as I rush over.
“See for yourself.” The lady states. Something about that statement makes my spine shiver.
Ignoring the fear creeping in my heart, I turn the young man on the ground around so that I can see his face more clearly—
—only to find it missing.
My hands are frozen still, the shivers run down my spine even worse. I have never seen a human’s face peeled off like someone had made a clean slice with a sharp knife. I almost throw up.
“I ate his face, for the 2567th time.”
“W-what?” I stutter in fear.
“I decided to ignore you and changed my prey, but after a few years of eating someone else’s face, a sudden longing came, I had to come back to you. After all, you were the first one to remember the previous iterations, even if it’s just an emotion. So, shall we begin our bloody relationship for all of eternity, like an immortal couple of lovers?”
Heart pounding, I stare at her face which is bloodied all over, it was this lady I’d forgotten, I’m sure of it. She had to be the thing I’d forgotten. To think that I’ve forgotten a monster like her, just what’s going on!?
“Bon Appetit!” She says.