Twisted Tales

The Last Dance

Chapter art credit-The wonderful junji ito
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The last dance
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"h-he's in the closet dad..." I cried with tears bleeding out my eyes.

Dad yelled, "Son, just go to bed. There is nothing there."

This was the routine every night lately before bed.

I cut him off, "B-But dad!"

"Enough! you've woken your mother and I three times already!" He had more power in his voice this time. I knew he would not believe me. the lights flick off as quick as lightening and the door slams behind Father. The darkness caused my form to shiver. The blanket embraces my small form my hands pull it tighter around me. I hear a familiar rustling coming from behind me in the closet.
He is only a torso.
Only arms... No legs... No lips... He would use his arms as legs...
Sometimes he would dance...He had no pupils or color of any kind to his eyes... He would stare at me and watch me sleep... Peeling off his own skin, then eating it...He would just stare... No one knew he was there....If you are not convinced he is there... I am sorry...Just tell yourself it is true you can be his friend... and you might be okay... He might peel off your skin. Wear it as if it was his. Eat your toes, the feet that dangle off your bed. Your covers will not protect you. Feel it all in every nerve as His hands rip into your stomach, slurp up your guts. he will dance is legless dance as he waits for his next chance...
His breathing haunting I hear it everywhere...
Why can he not just kill me...

11/4/2016
4/24/2018
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