06 May Quarantine and Chill: Chapter Eleven.
This is a Science-Fiction Story and a complete work of fiction, meant entirely for entertainment. I write these stories as writing practice.
I ran upstairs to the bedroom, but the door was locked. I yelled into the room, “Woman, are you playing a damsel in distress, or are you actually needing me to rescue you?”
I didn’t hear her respond, so I pounded on the door a few times and then yelled through again, “Woman, I’m serious, do you need me to come in there and whoop someone’s ass, or what?”
Again, there was no response from her. I realized that I had to take matters into my own hands so I kicked the door down. Luckily, I was wearing my Timberland boots so I was able to break the door with my first thrust.
When I entered the room I saw my fair lady-sitting upright on the bed with her hands covering her mouth like she was trying not to make a sound. I could sense that she was terrified.
I looked to the corner of the room and saw a ghoulish apparition standing there; it looked like something you’d see in a horror movie. It looked like it was floating and had a hood over its head with piercing reddish-orange eyes.
I’m not entirely sure what happened but it felt like my soul evaporated from my body and condensed into a spirited figure that stood next to me. It was the strangest feeling because somehow, I was able to completely control my physical body and my newly formed ghostly rendition, simultaneously yet separately.
I believe that the ghoul was surprised and slightly shook because the intensity of color within its eyes starkly diminished. It started to hover towards my woman quickly like it knew it only had one opportunity to try and take her.
My ghostly appearance was faster and intervened. I clotheslined the ghoul and as it was falling to the ground, I caught it and quickly snapped its neck. If you haven’t ever seen two entities fight before, well, it’s really no different than a real-life street brawl.
As the ghoul laid motionlessly on the floor, I used my hand to hold it up from the neck and then I used my other hand to rip it’s spine out; whether the spine was real or not, I have no idea, but I threw the spine on the bed, right in front of my woman. I’m sure I looked like a stud executing a fatality scene that you’d see in Mortal Kombat or something.
Once I defeated my foe, my spirit entity flew back into my body with the speed of a slingshot. It knocked the wind out of me and I fainted from the sudden rush of energy.
I was woken up to my woman pleasuring me. I opened my eyes and saw her slightly blushing with a sexy sense of embarrassment. She whispered with the utmost sultry in her voice, “I knew that would work.”
Even though, a few minutes prior I was wrestling with the grips of death, I had to take the opportunity to be macho in front of my lady so I said, “So why you suddenly stopped giving me pleasure then?”
She rolled her eyes like she was impressed with my macho speech and then spoke to me like she was some sort of newly-tiara’d princess, “You’re my hero. You saved me.”
She then continued to pleasure me for about forty-five minutes; until I was done and satisfied.
We both were sitting next to each other on the couch in the living room. There was an obvious awkwardness due to the sequences that had unfolded.
I broke the silence and jokingly said, “Why you wasn’t always pleasuring me like that?”
She pointed over to the spinal bones that were resting on the table and then shockingly said, “What the fuck is that?” and then she looked over at me and continued to say, “Who the fuck are you?”
I was just as shocked as she was so I tried to lighten the mood, “Cursing towards my ear like that?”
She gave me a playful push and then said, “Don’t be so sensitive.”
I pretended to massage my arm like she had just wounded me and then changed my tone to be more serious, “Well… at least we know that it was real, a real event and that we haven’t gone completely crazy.”
I stood up from the couch, chugged a bottle of water in front of her and then walked over to examine the bones on the table. After I prodded through the deceased for a few moments, I looked at her and said, “These certainly aren’t human, or animal or mammal vertebrate. This is some other shit. Shorty, we’re dealing with some other shit over here.”
She giggled a type of nervous giggle like she was trying to recover from shock, “Thanks, Captain Obvious.”
I had to serve her sass right back to her so I said, “You obviously sitting over there aroused from observing me winning.”
Before she had a chance to respond, a gust of wind blew in through the window and somehow opened the leather-bound notebook to a specific page.
She deeply sighed and said, “Can we just have one day of normality. Is that too much to ask?”
I shook my head at her in concurrence of her statement and then walked over to the notebook and looked down at the page it had opened to. I was a bit surprised because I had thought that I looked through every single page, but I hadn’t seen this page before.
When it comes to detailed observation, I personally know that I never make mistakes, so I had to assume that this page was miraculously inserted into the notebook.
The page didn’t have an image or a sketch; it contained written words, in very small print. The words also alternated between cursive and normal typography. I’ve never seen that style of writing before.
*To Be Continued In Chapter Twelve.*