Entry 267: We Who Feast

*Heavy Breathing*

There you sit at the edge of your bed

Trying to sleep

Imagination bringing you dread

Wondering what’s that noise you hear?

Calling your Mom

Only for her to find nothing at all

Checking the closets

Under your bed

Still I sit here breathing

Practically tasting your dread

Your Mother won’t see me

Your Dad will have no clue

No one will ever figure out what happened to you!

One morning they’ll come in

You’ll be gone

They’ll call the police

Everyone will get what happened wrong

You’ll be a missing case

Forever unsolved…

*Heavier Breathing*

What was that sound at your window?

Perhaps it was just a tree?

That shadow, surely isn’t me?

The low thumping of your bed

It was nothing

Just the house shifting

The wet feeling you feel on your face

Surely isn’t me salivating

Right?

*Extremely Heavy Breathing*

Can you feel it?

I’m breathing on you

The tears in your eyes

Showing the fear welling up in you!

This is it

Now is the time

The moment where all your nightmares

Come alive!

All those tales about how monsters aren’t real

Soon you’ll see…

…THEY WERE ALL JUST LIES!!!!

*Muffled screams*

*Heavier Breathing*

Yes, SQUIRM! STRUGGLE YOU LITTLE RUNT!

IT’LL MAKE YOU TASTE EVEN BETTER AFTER I COOK YOU UP!!!!

Licking your face

You are already tasting great!

Mmm…I love the taste of helpless suffering!

Such a nice meal for me

Time to whisk you away

Using your own bed sheets!

…YES!!!!!

…They’ll never know your suffering…

They’ll never learn the truth

They’ll never know the identity of

…The ones who ate you…

-We Who Feast-

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