Shower Time
by
Jason Mueller
After one more peek in at the baby, Sandy locked the front door and padded to the bathroom. Finally asleep. Shower time!, she thought gleefully. Turning the shower on, she stripped out of her jeans and t-shirt and stood looking at herself in the mirror. Not bad for just having a baby, she mused as she turned side to side inspecting her figure. Her figure had changed since having Abby three months ago. She thought she was more womanly now with her fuller breasts and belly. I’m not fat though, I’m thick and sexy. The steam from the shower slowly obscured her image as she watched mesmerized until she was gone.
She went to the cabinet to get a towel and washcloth and as she was stepping into the shower, she heard the front door slam shut. A shiver went down her entire body as fear took hold. She and Abby were alone while Abby’s father was stationed in Afghanistan. She timidly went to the door and peeked out down the long hallway, but saw nothing. Then the footsteps started toward her, rapidly approaching as if someone were wearing cowboy boots and in a hurry. Coming straight for her. Louder and closer they came, Sandy ducked back into the bathroom with a yelp and locked the door behind her. As she twisted the lock, feelings of guilt for leaving Abby alone assailed her, but what could she do?
She put her ear to the door. Nothing, not a sound. Had she imagined it? Surely she didn’t just imagine all of that from being a little frightened.
Trembling, she opened the door. She had to know if something was out there and if Abby was safe. She stuck her head out, there was nothing. No one and no sound. She made her way down the hall. I’ve never been afraid of the daylight, this is silly, she admonished. She looked in with relief on Abby to find she was still sleeping like an angel.
Starting to feel better she made a quick check of the house and found nothing. Am I losing my mind?, she began to wonder and she scampered back to the bathroom hoping no one was looking in the windows.
Stepping in the bathroom, she froze in horror at the mirror when she noticed a large handprint. It was larger than a mans by more than double, she guessed. She frantically searched through the steamy bathroom but there was no one in there with her that she could see.
A cold breeze blew on her naked skin sending instantaneous goosebumps and chills racing along her spine. Her eyes snapped back to the mirror. As she watched the reflection in terror, an invisible figure started to write slowly on the foggy glass. Her heart felt as if it were going to stop beating as each letter appeared.
Finally it was done. The message read, “Want Abby.”
She stood in front of the mirror dumbfounded as the realization hit her that someone or something wanted her baby. “NO!” she shouted hoping that she could scare away whatever it was that was threatening her and her baby.
An almost electrical feeling arced it’s way through the bathroom. The mirror began fogging over again and, in desperation, she reached out with the washcloth in her hand and made a single swipe across the glass. Reflected behind her was a creature that her mind could not even fathom. Towering over her was a black, leathery skinned creature with teeth that seemed to jut from its mouth in razor sharp points. It’s eyes were a blackish-red with flashes of yellow, she noticed as they stared back at her menacingly.
Sandy screamed and in a flash, her face was slamming through the glass on the mirror. Knocked senseless, her face was cut and bleeding profusely. She felt strong hands in her hair tossing her to the floor as she fought, but to no avail. She could feel her legs being forced apart, she could feel the weight of what she now realized was a demon on her and a hardness enter her.
When the demon was done with her she was lifted up again and dangled limply by her hair. Despite the pain that racked her body, she looked into the demon’s eyes and immediately got lost in the flames that seemed to dance within the blackish orbs. With a sneer, the demon tossed her through the glass door of the shower causing her head to bounce off of the tile. The water scalded her as she lost consciousness. The deep lacerations on her face and body seeped blood that flowed lazily down the drain.
Sandy awoke in the what she could only guess was a hospital room. She sat on the edge of the bed noticing that her clothing was made of a paper-like material. She hurt from head-to-toe from the cuts and impacts she had suffered, but the most painful was the burning sensation between her legs and her belly. She lurched to the door to find the room locked, everything came rushing back to her, the demon, her attack, the pain, and Abby. Sandy’s mind broke and she started to scream.
~
Sandy was shackled and now sitting in the institution’s staff psychiatrist office.
“Sandy I have some hard questions for you, but I have to ask them. Why did you kill your baby, Sandy?” The old doctor asked, seeming somewhat disinterested.
“I didn’t kill my baby! It was a demon, look at what it did to me!,” she screamed and broke into sobs.
“I’m sorry Sandy, but thats not what the police and the evidence show. Sandy, can you tell me how far along in your pregnancy you are?”
“I’m not pregnant!” She wept bitterly, but deep inside she knew the searing burn of her insides could only be a monster inside her and when it was done, the flames would sear her soul.
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