Nightmares (Short Stories)

Gerdy's Reality

"Gerdy, I need to see you walk down the runway one more time. You look a bit stiff."

Yeah, no shit, Gerdy thought. "Ok."

"Stop. What is wrong? It's not like you haven't worn that before." The producer was looking at her like she had two heads.

"I'll try harder." No she wouldn't. This outfit is atrocious. She had never been in the equivalent of a chastity belt from the Middle Ages on a fucking runway in Milan. It was loud, heavy and painful.

Two days later and she was pulled from the show. Gerdy wasn't exactly sad. Yeah the money would have been nice, but she was not excited to walk out in chain mail that made her have rashes all over.

Six weeks later and Gerdy was called in for another show. This time she had to wear actual honey on her breasts instead of a top. The designer liked the food aspect and gave a few people hot peppers to wear. It was a disaster.

Three more weeks passed and Gerdy was about to quit modeling on runways and only do photo shoots. She got a call from a guy who wanted her help getting a photo shoot set up. She wasn't going to have to model and still get paid a hefty chunk of change. She accepted while still on the call.

Gerdy showed up to an old mansion that looked like it belonged on The Munsters, but brushed off the gut feeling something was terribly wrong. She walked up to the iron door and used the knocker twice.

The door opened and revealed a small man about five feet tall. He was wearing some awkward latex contraption that covered most of his body and had a spout on it. She withheld her chuckle at the poor man who had to wear it. She followed his shuffling form all the way to one of the back bedrooms.

What she saw made her vomit into a nearby vase. Two men sewn together, side by side. They looked like they were high and didn't even notice the small droplets of blood from the incision marks made by the needle. They were both naked and seemed to not understand why they couldn't roll around in the comfortable looking sheets.

An older man walked in and closed the door behind her. She wanted to bolt then, but the guy locked the door with a handprint scanner.

"Ah Ms Blaney, nice to meet you. I see you have already met my grandsons, the twins." The old man held out his hand for her to shake, but she just grabbed the vase and threw it at him to get out of the house. This was a make or break it moment and she didn't want to see what break it entailed.

The small man fell on top of her before she could grab the old man's hand. She was out as soon as her head hit the hardwood floors.

Gerdy woke up to a headache and a sore body. It took her a moment to think about where she was and jerked upright with a scream. She was on a bed, very similar to the boys, but was alone. Maybe she had imagined it. Maybe that old man didn't have his grandchildren tethered together by their skin. One could hope.

Gerdy tried to use the door, but it wouldn't open. A few minutes passed with her sitting on the bed, when another small man came to get her. He was also in the latex body suit that fit like a ballon. They reminded her of Umpa Lumpas.

She followed the man down a few halls and tried to make a run for the front door to find that it was also locked by a finger print scanner. She felt the man'e eyes on her and turned to see he was indeed staring at her. He motioned for her to follow and she did.

A few doors later and she came upon what could only be described as a nightmare. The boys were in this room now, on the floor, still sewn together. On the couch was a woman with no legs and half of both arms, lips sewn shut and no eyes. On the bed, lay a slightly older man with a guy that looked like he had 1000 too many beers and was a moaning mess. Gerdy walked closer and noticed he had a contraption that looked like it was wiggling inside of him. It was halfway out and reminded her of a mechanical snake. Every so often it would split open and reveal poked out prongs that would shake violently and then retract them again.