Him and other stories

Him

he's in the room with me. i can feel his hot breath on my neck and the empty feeling he brings with him. they say he isnt real that i'm dreaming but i know i'm not. i dont know whether to call it a him because i havent seen it, just felt it and heard it and smelt it but something tells me its not a him, its not a she either, it is merely an it. the soft scratch of his narled nails on the floor and the THUMP,THUMP, DRAG sound as he drags his body across the floor terrifies me. i feel him now on the bed, a overwhelming scent of decay fills the room and makes me want to heave but i dont all i can do is pretend to be asleep. that is the only way to survive. it all started two weeks ago when the bus full of highschool children crashed outside of our house. there was no survivors. i witnessed the whole thing, i saw people burnt alive, people disembowled, people with there body parts removed and even people squished to a bloody pulp, all people i knew killed before my eyes. i witnessed the whole thing and could do nothing to stop it but i do know one thing, it wasnt the crash that killed them, it was him. now since that fateful day he has come to me seeking help and tonight i am willing to do just that. i sit up and smile at the creature that now makes himself visible, he is utterly revoulting, a mass of decaying flesh and smashed up bone, one eye is hanging out of his skull by a nerve and the other is nothing but a mass of jelly and blood congeling in his eye socket. his brain is not all there and neither is his nose or lips. he has no legs. it is like he's been cut in half and all that is left of his other half is a mass of intestines and organs, his rib cage has been ripped open with force. he smiles again at me and beckons me to kiss him. i do and he sticks his rotting tounge in my mouth and i do the same to him, feeling pieces of decaying flesh come away in the process and i swallow those pieces. i let him grab my hand and lead me to the garden. out there my family sits, their empty eye sockets watch my every move. they've been dead for a week and i helped him kill them lead them out into the garden for him to kill and feast apon. the ground opens up and im dragged with him into a suffocating grave. his thirst for human blood and hunger for human flesh is almost complete all he needs now is one last meal and im willing.i feel red hot searing pain as he slices open my stomach with one of nails and together we feast on my deliciously warm intestines until i can no longer breathe then i let him take my soul so we can be together forever. after all he is my boyfriend.