The Horror of Us

Mannequin woman

          One crispy cool foggy night, I was cooking a late dinner for my husband, and me being the ultimate klutz that I am, cut my arm while chopping stubborn vegetables.My husband had immediately taken me to the hospital not too far away. As we were waiting for the doctor, however, a taller than normal, starch white woman walks or more like wobbles into the room. She walks as if she has just been taught how to. 

But that's impossible, right?

I frown. No one of that age could just be learning how to-

My thought process freezes. In fact, my entire body feels as though I had been shocked by a taser and all I can feel in fear and confusion as I see probably the most terrifying thing about this strange woman.

-HER FACE-   

It is too pale to be human, too perfect, almost mannequin-like. Her entire figure looks as if it were carved by an artist, with dangerously beautiful features. Straight black hair reaching her shoulders frames her face perfectly. Her eyes looked like neverending holes embedded in her head, they reminded me of a black hole that devours you and kills you.  Her lips were pursed and they were just as white as her skin.

The mannequin woman looked around at first, then saw the chair across from me and sat in it. 

I.

Did.

Not.

Move.

as the woman stared at me and tilted her head ever so slightly. My husband, ever so cowardly, told me he had a work call that he needed to attend to. I frowned as he started to walk away from me. The bastard. 

Mannequin woman looks at him and I somehow see a flash of anger in her eyes. After a moment too long, she returns her gaze back to me and all traces of emotion disappear off of her face until she does something I did not expect.............she smiled......and her teeth were sharp,

Every.

Single.

One.

She immediately launched at my husband and shredded his throat with her long razor sharp teeth. Blood dripped down her teeth, throat, and chin and the lady at the desk started screaming like a banshee. 

My husband dropped to the ground in a heap and I knew that he would never get back up again. Mannequin woman looks at me and smiles once again, although this time

I    smile     back

and I feel my very sharp fangs lengthen.......................as an adrenaline rush takes over my entire being.

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Char