It knows you know what it is. I had to think stealthily about this. There was nothing in the ward I could puncture it with. I briefly considered finding the surgical rooms and stealing an instrument before The Wind instructed me that time was of the essence and that if I didn't end it soon, it would kill me and my family. I held my drip in one hand, the thing in my other, its tentacles wrapping around my waist. It opened its mouth to reveal a set of sharp, pointed teeth lunging towards me. The Wind pushed me anxiously to the window where I let go of the thing. Its tentacles suctioned to my arm and I tried to rip them off my arm. One by one I managed to hurl them off and sent the thing tumbling to the ground.
It's screeching was quickly accompanied by a thud and then quiet. I looked down through the window; the thing was splayed on the pavement below. Its' long oily tentacles creeped back into the body which was now split and spilling onto the surrounding area. I smiled as a wave of relief overcame me. I was free.
Good, The Wind whispered behind me, it's gone. You're safe now. He proceeded to blow out of the window and everything went silent. I stood around
I peered out the window again and was taken aback. On the pavement lay a baby, its blue eyes sparkling in the early sun. It had barely lived and already it lay with its flesh and guts messed on the bitumen. My stomach lurched as I saw crows picking at the pieces of my little girl. A scream escaped my body and a flow of tears carpeted my face. The world seemed to dissolve around me as I crumbled in guilt. The amazing creation I had cared for, for months. Gone, and it was my own doing. I stared in disgust at my hands, how were they capable of admitting such atrocities with such ease?
It was day now, probably an hour from sunset. How was I going to tell Mum what had happened? Should I tell her it was a stillbirth? But she would want to bury the body. Exhausted, distraught suddenly aching all over, I climbed back into bed. I had barely begun to shut my eyes when the same nurse from before entered my room wheeling a crib behind her.
"Hi...Nina, is it?', I nodded, 'I've got your beautiful girl with me! Dr Rashmid said her cardiac rhythm is back to normal and she's improved a lot in the past couple of hours. Would you like to hold her?".
I froze in horror. What had I done?
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Post-Partum Paranoia
HorrorThe Wind is a dark and cruel man that only some can see. The rules are simple: Do what he says and he disappears. But what if he tells you things you don't want to do and how do you know what you're seeing isn't a figure of your imagination? Nina li...
