posted on Apr, 17 2020 @ 05:29 PM
Amanda had just spent a grueling 12-hour shift on the ICU floor and looked forward to nothing but a good night’s sleep. After coming home, she
quickly ate some cold leftovers in her fridge and tossing aside her nursing scrubs, slipped on an old t-shirt and pajama pants and got ready for
bed.
Baxter, her Welsh terrier, had just finished his business for the evening and slipped back into the ground floor brownstone, courtesy of the
doggy-door built into the back that provided him his own space and yard when Amanda was at work.
Amanda was just drifting off to sleep, bathed in the glow of streetlights outside her apartment when she felt the tiny tongue of Baxter licking at
the sole of her foot.
“Quit it, bud”, she murmured as she twisted a bit in bed and started drifting off. The licking stopped for a moment. Then resumed.
Turning over to her left side she said, “Stop it” and gave a small kick out with her foot, keeping her eyes closed and wishing for sleep.
The licking stopped for a bit and Amanda slowly drifted off. Then the licking started again.
Still with her eyes closed, Amanda (louder) said, “Stop it!”
Then she heard a whine.
Amanda opened her eyes and saw Baxter backed up to the headboard of her mid-century queen-sized bed. Through the prism of light from the street
beyond, she saw her small dog curl up and whimper on the pillow next to her head. Her brow furrowed in confusion because she still felt the tiny
tongue lapping at the sole of her foot sticking out from the duvet that still covered most of her.
Amanda looked down to the foot of her bed and saw a large, greenish-grey creature, all muscle, horns, sinew, scales and teeth, gently licking the
sole of her foot. The sight was so alien, so utterly shocking that all she could do was stare. The creature did pause, noticed that it was being
observed and looked up, pausing at its licking. It uttered, a high-pitched, “yum-yum-yum-yum-yum” and returned to licking.
Amanda, her eyes huge and dilated in shock, looked back at Baxter as the side of her head became wet with the warm urine from her dog. Baxter began
to howl, but as his mouth opened, nothing but a strangled whine escaped his throat. His mouth kept opening though. It kept opening wider and wider,
Amanda saw, distantly, the skin along his jawline stretch then split and more insane sounds of torment escaped his small throat. Baxter’s jaw was
now vertical, hanging loose, as blood and saliva mixed with the urine spreading across the top of the bed.
Baxter gave a violent shudder, then died.
“Yum-yum-yum-yum-yum”, sounded from the foot of her bed as Amanda reeled from the sight of her little dog. She tried kicking out but was now
pinned to the bed by a large, scaled six-fingered hand. The licking had stopped, mercifully, but Amanda could only pant and whine herself as the
creature, still pinning her down, rose to its full height. It looked down upon her and opened its mouth. Rows and rows of teeth layered back like
the jaws of a shark glistened in the filtered light.
It started at her feet. Then her legs. By the time it reached her thighs, Amanda was insane, but insanity didn’t stop the pain, didn’t bring the
release of oblivion. It started in on her abdomen, she could feel its small tongue licking at the pericardium of her heart. It was only when it
reached her throat that she escaped the nightmare and died.
Still, the feeding continued. The high-pitched sounds of, “Yum-yum-yum-yum” alternating with a mastication of chewing raw flesh.