Julie woke up in the middle of a dark, musty room. She didn't know where she was and her head ached terribly. The last thing she remembered was that she was flying in mid-air as if she was pulled into a dark vortex. She felt helpless, lost, and afraid.
Three TikTiks dropped down before her and surrounded her like a cornered pray. One of them flailed its tongue around, hoping for a taste. Julie curled herself into a ball by the corner of the dark room and cried, wishing that she was just in a nightmare.
A hooded figure entered the room and the three monsters seemed to make way as if subordinates paying their respects. A wrinkled hand emerged from one of the sleeves and placed itself above Julie's head. The girl felt a faint warmth from the hand and the gesture made her raise her head up. Julie's eyes grew wide at the face she looked up to. It was an old woman's face with bulging blood-shot eyes and disheveled locks of silvery white hair. The old woman smiled and grabbed Julie by the chin.
"One of us dear. One of us," said the old woman in a crackling voice. The monsters around the old woman echoed her words in their own guttural sounds.
One of us...
One of us...
The old woman pulled Julie closer and forced her mouth open by pressing down on Julie's cheeks. The hag opened her mouth to an almost anatomically impossible width and gagged several times until a small creature emerged from the back of her throat. It was a black chick as big as a mandarin. It cooed and chirped as it hopped in small steps out of the old hag's mouth and it dove into Julie's mouth. It forced itself in like it was eager for new home and burrowed deep into Julie's stomach. She gagged and choked as the chick squirmed inside her. Julie let out a blood-curdling scream as she felt her skin harden and brittle into black scales and her eyes turn red like smoldering coal.
THE END
