Chapter #6More Strangeness by: BeeJay   Needless to say, I gave up shaving and waxing; it just wasn't worth it to me to mow through those thickets every morning, or to yank out my eyebrow hairs every day.
The girls were supportive. "It gives you an exotic look," Elisabeth said.
They were also intrigued by my dreams. "Why do you suppose you dream about hunting?" Sarah asked.
"I don't know," I replied. "I don't know that any more than I know why I'm growing this hair."
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Two weeks after I was bitten, I was looking in the mirror, at two things that just shouldn't have been.
First, I didn't have any scars. There wasn't a single sign that I had ever needed to be hospitalized.
Second, despite my increased appetite in general, and my craving for meat in particular, the excess pounds were just burning off. Even my belly hardly pooched out anymore.
"It's not normal," I said to Mom. "Even sick people don't lose weight this fast."
Mom shrugged. "Most folks would love to have that. And you said yourself that you feel good."
Actually, I felt better than I ever had before. But why?
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Unfortunately, I soon found something to take my mind off of my mysterious weight loss. Because my dreams changed.
The first time, I dreamed that my family and I were on a picnic. We talked about things that didn't matter. Generally, we were having a good time.
And then I took out a butcher knife.
I didn't hate them. I wasn't even angry with them. I killed them all, just because I could do it. I slit their throats, one by one; and, one by one, I cut them to pieces.
And then I...
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I woke up, screaming at the top of my lungs.
Mom came running in. "Tasha? What is it, baby? What's wrong?"
I couldn't talk, couldn't think. My mind was filled with images from my nightmare.
Mom held me tight. "It's okay, Tasha. Mommy's here."
Slowly, her words got through to me. "M-Mom? Mom, you're alive?"
"Yes, honey. Is that why you were screaming? Did you dream that I died?"
"I killed you. I killed you all."
"Well, we're all just fine. It was just a dream, baby girl."
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The next night, I dreamed I killed Elisabeth and Sarah. I killed them; I dismembered them; and then I did worse.
It was so bad that, as soon as I could talk again, I called Elisabeth, to make sure she was alright.
"You woke me up to talk about a dream?" she asked.
I gave her some of the details.
"Jesus Christ, I didn't need to hear that. Now I'm not going to be able to go back to sleep."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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