Short Stories

ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ

paranormal, that single word has so much meaning to it. If you are a believer or not, there are things in this world you will see science doesn't help prove. Regardless if you are a believer or not in the paranormal. I was made into one when I died. Now I am currently working on changing that though. The afterlife is not what we thought it was like at least for me. Except I will go ahead and tell you, I won't talk about that. What I will talk about is how I fell in love with a girl after I had been dead for so long. Time just flies by when you're dead I guess. I had been dead for so long I had forgotten what it was like to have any social life or even the feeling of touch. Can you imagine looking at the people you know, and being among them the whole time watching them mourn you? Even though you were next to them. I will never forget the feeling of staring at an open casket seeing my cold lifeless body. The emptiness inside grows as you watch friends and loved ones cry over you while you try to tell them you are there, that you are alive, that you are with them. Then watching them lower your body into the ground and watch as they one by one leave you. I tried to follow except I was stuck there. I yelled and even begged for them to come back, to just notice me for a second. Despite all my attempts they got in their cars and left me at my grave. I was stopped by an invisible barrier holding me to my body. All I could do is watch the gravediggers put dirt on top of me. I read the tombstone

"Bradley R. Vollbrecht, 1982 - 2003"

I was Dead at 20, I was too sleepy one morning and fell into a deep sleep. One that I would never wake up from behind the wheel of my car. I smashed head first into a tree and my neck snapped as it had impacted into the steering wheel. It happens I had a bad airbag, and it didn't go off. That's why I bought an Acura 2003. As soon as it came to the market. Some people would say at least you lived a good life. I can say I didn't do anything at all with my life. Hell, I failed out of college and was working at a fast-food place. I was stuck in a dead-end job and still living with my mom as I had a girlfriend with a much more successful career. 

It didn't take long though for me to move from my grave. Some lovely cult members came that night and dug me up. I tried to stop them yet all it did was have one of them ask if it was cold to the others. Being helpless as can be. they took my body in return forcing me to follow them to the old black rusted van. They placed my body inside and we went for a long drive till getting to a long-abandoned factory. Once there they started to do what cults are known for and tried to call a demon to our world or something. Nothing worked or so I thought. they left my body, therefore it rotted and turned into bone covered with a suit. I sat in that building watching it slowly fall apart all around me. In the time spent there, the cult would bring more bodies there and do the same thing they did to me in a different room. Expect each body they brought the soul was gone, unlike mine.

A handful of years passed by and eventually in 2014 a girl and her friends decided to enter the factory and take pictures to see if it was haunted. Well, it was haunted by me I guess and during the time being alone, I began to practice moving stuff around by touching them. At the time of the girl and friends entering the factory, I had a good 65% chance to move stuff for the first time. The main problem is controlling it, it was like taking a shit that wouldn't come out, you kept pushing and pushing, getting extremely dizzy and out of breath till finally, the monster escaped your body in a massive relief to you and horrible disbelief to others in the stalls next to you.  

What I'm trying to say is it is not an easy thing to do. Now the girl's name was Alison Woods. She looked like a tomboy, with short black hair, a thin frame, and a flat chest. Given she was possibly 18 at this time. I can assume her friends were the same age. Anyways back to the story, so they were wandering around the main factory floor where all the old rusted massive machines were laid. Unannounced to me and the group of young adults, the place was under watch because cult members were digging up bodies and putting them here. At least I hope that's all they did. Due to this fact though they didn't like people trespassing and accidentally finding the bodies and reporting it to the cops. When the cult members arrived they quickly entered the building and yelled and screamed to scare the young adults out of the place so they wouldn't find any bodies. Well, their plan partly worked, Alison's friends ran deeper into the factory due to them being near the exit. They chased after and I noticed something Alison had stopped and stared at me. I turned to see her staring up at me when suddenly one of her friends grabbed her and ran off. For a moment I had hoped she saw me and I needed to know if she did or didn't as she might have saved me. I jumped off the balcony, floated to the ground floor and watched as the cult people chased after them. I followed quickly behind and even got past them, finding one of Alison's friends was being stabbed by the cult member as the other continued to run, leaving him for dead. I pushed the cult off him on the second try and saw the young male was dead, except there was a light coming from his mouth. I very slowly got closer to his body when suddenly the light burst out the man's body and forced itself down my throat. That's when I first devoured a soul. To take a few steps back to when the cult did their ritual they turned my soul into something other than human. I'm not sure how or what but I could eat other people's souls. it's not like I wanted to but I did it without warning. In seconds I began to mutant and grow. I'm not sure what but my soul began to shift as my hands became bones and I started to look like my body. I'm not sure how but it was as if the skin of my soul piled off like I shed part of my soul.