Song-Inspired Stories

Monster by Dodie

  I'd grown up loving the paranormal. Horror and ghost stories intrigued me. When people in my family passed away, I wasn't scared that I'd lost them. I knew I could still, in a way, converse with them.

      Even now, at age 15, I still believe I can talk to deceased family members and even spirits who live in my house.

  My family has always hated how much I loved these superficial things. I would go on long rants and make drawings about the things I see and hear. It got so bad at a few points that my family brought me to a psychiatrist.

   After those appointments, I would always be quiet about my fanatical thoughts. But soon I would talk for hours on end about it again.

  At some point, I started to talk more of demons and the aspect of possession. My family disliked this even more than the other topics.

  I got sick, bedridden sick. I couldn't get up and converse with my family as much, which relieved them a little from my worrying rants.

    I slept often, and when I woke up, I'd talk about a friend of mine. They weren't a spirit of a human, like all the other paranormal friends I talk about.

   They only told me the first initial of their name, A. I was upset that they wouldn't tell me the full name. I would talk about that for however long my sick vocal cords would allow. Which wasn't long.

  I was sick for almost three weeks. We went to the doctor somewhere around the week and a half mark. They said it was just a bad case of a cold.

   I started to feel better, but with no sure clue how I was getting better. I had awoken one morning, feeling like my hair was looped over itself or layered weird, since it felt out of place atop my head.

   I got up and went to the bathroom to fix it, and with sleep ridden eyes, I saw them. I had sprouted small horns. They poked out of the top layer of my hair only slightly. They faded from my skin colour to black at the tips. It surprised me. 

   I held up a hand, starting to speak to myself it seemed if you didn't know I had distinguished a way of talking to the spirit in my house who'd attached themself to me.

  "Sam, do you know what's happening to me?" I felt a slight cold pressure on my hand, then two squeezes of my palm, showing that my friend did know what was happening.  

  I smiled a little at knowing my friend was awake with me, but focused back on the situation at hand.

  "Can you tell me what's happening? I'm going to grab my phone so you can use the radio to adjust words like before." I said, remembering back to when I had first met my friend.

  They had used radio speech to speak to me, well to my family in general. But since I was the only one in my family who really accepted their existence, they attached themself to me. It was pretty similar to Bumblebee from Transformers.

  I grabbed my phone from the bedroom and closed the bathroom door so it was a little more muffled so I didn't wake my siblings. Sam began to speak to me using the radio app I had. I listened carefully as I examined my new horns.

   "You're... turning... to... demon..." They said, catching me by surprise.

  "A demon? That's not possible. People only turn to demons if they die and go to the underworld... I'm not dead, am I?" I began to rant, having to be cut off by my friend who began to speak again.

  "Calm... down... friend... You... aren't... dead.... Most... likely... special..." I looked in the mirror as they spoke, thinking about my horns and the repercussions of turning into a demon.