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In My Blood

I woke up. When I looked to my right Roxana was just climbing out of bed.

“What are you doing?”

She didn’t respond. Her movements were slow but directed.

“You okay?”

She started walking. Her hand pressed the door handle down.

“Roxana?”

My childhood wasn’t easy. First there was no father, then there was one, then my mother was gone.

They arrested her partner. I remember sitting in a large room with brown walls. Many people were staring at me. I sat at a small table. The old man that sat higher to my right scared me. An old woman kept asking me questions.

“Did you hear a fight?”

“What did you see that night?”

“Did he hurt you?”

At some point I started talking. I remember wondering what answers the old lady was looking for. Sometimes, when she seemed unhappy with my answer, I said I remembered something else. Continue reading

Three Finger Alien

My first memory of Darienne was the shrill tone of her voice quickly approaching me from behind. A second later the cold plastic floor was below me and she sat on my chest. Her three-fingered hands were hovering right above my face. I was terrified; she had a grin on her lips.

“Now you have to join me on my home planet.”

I was five and a half back then and Darienne was nearly six. And from that day on we were best friends. She invited many others to her home planet, but for some reason scaring the others wasn’t as fun as scaring me. Even when I saw and felt them every day, her three-fingered hands still terrified me. Darienne enjoyed her scariness on a daily basis; her cold fingers wandered under my shirt or suddenly appeared at the edge of tables or grabbed my arm or leg or neck.

But while her fingers brought her fun with me they brought her pain with everyone else. Nobody wanted to befriend the “alien.” In kindergarten that was the name she proudly gave herself, in school it became an insult and curse. Continue reading

Today I watched while something switched a woman’s baby

I don’t know what to do anymore. This doesn’t make sense, none of it – and I think either I’m going crazy or there is something wrong in this world, something deeply rotten to the core.

Today I took Haley out to dinner, then a drink and then we went home. She’s asleep now, at least I think she is; Chinese food always makes her tired.

The evening was fine, fun, normal. But there was something wrong on the way back.

On the way into the underground station I noticed a few policeman on the stairs. There have been a bunch of muggings recently so it’s not strange per se – but the way they were standing was just odd. They were leaning against the walls like thugs waiting for something. Otherwise I think they looked normal. I didn’t really see them much.

There was a rather large blonde woman carrying a stroller down the stairs and the officers, two men and two women, standing at both sides, completely ignored her. I mean, she walked right through them – they must have seen her. Haley nudged my side and pointed at her and I quickly walked back to help the woman. That’s what the police should have done, right? That’s what they are supposed to do, they are supposed to help, aren’t they?

But that’s not it. I mean, that was weird but I wouldn’t have made a post about that.

When we were downstairs the woman thanked me exuberantly and she quietly cursed at the police. I think she was scared too, and so was Haley.

Haley let the woman pass and then I caught up with her and we walked shortly behind the woman and her stroller. The baby in the stroller was tightly hugged in a blue blanket and seemed to be sleeping.

There weren’t many other people in the station at the time, maybe twenty or so, a few coming towards us and most walking in the same direction as us and the young mother.

I don’t know how it happened; there was no sign, no warning, nothing. From one moment to the next I felt my chest was constricted and I couldn’t breathe. It felt as if someone was slowly tightening a belt around my chest.

I tried to grab my chest, but then my arms didn’t obey either. They didn’t hurt, they didn’t seem gone – I was just unable to move. And then, just then I noticed that I couldn’t even move my lips or my eyes.

It was as if I was completely frozen in space, as if someone had stopped time but forgot to turn off my mind too. I’ve never been so terrified in my life.

The only thing I saw was Haley, in the corner of my vision; and she too didn’t move. I still felt her hand in mine, but it felt stiff and unnatural. I didn’t see much of her, just part of her head.

My eyes were locked on the woman in front of us; the young mother with the stroller hidden behind her body. She too didn’t move. She too was just frozen.

Honestly, I thought I was going to die; it felt as if I was slowly suffocating. I expected that any moment my mind would stop working. But it just kept going. I can’t really say for how long, it felt incredibly long, but maybe that’s not true. I’m just not sure.

That’s when I heard the voices behind me. “Stop; you are subject to a random search.” There was another voice that protested, but the second voice was scared. The first voice demanded a bag and told someone to spread their legs. The second voice said that it didn’t want to. The first voice said that it would arrest the other person. The second voice said that it was a violation of his rights. The first voice said that he would have to ask the courts about that.

Still, my eyes were focused on the woman in front of me. And the woman still hadn’t moved. But I heard steps coming from behind me. The steps came fast and they sounded as if they were double taps; always one stronger noise followed by a weaker one.

I felt it coming closer. There was no wind, no smell – just the tap-tap steps getting quickly louder. And then it turned into view. It didn’t even look at me, it just walked straight past me; this thin, shiny black figure.

Its skin looked like that of a bug; hard and reflective, but very smooth. And its legs had an extra bend, as if it had two knees, and they ended in what looked more than a hand than a foot, with a larger area, like four fingers, that tapped the floor first, and then a smaller appendage towards the backside.

It moved forward with fast steps, and every time it took a step its thin, hard body first rocked forwards and then a bit backwards when the smaller appendage made the weaker, second tap.

It walked straight forward; straight toward the woman with the stroller. This head, a bit like a compressed version of a hammerhead shark’s head but with a rough but shiny texture, only began to move when it came closer to the stroller.

I heard the two voices arguing in the back; the policeman telling the other person that he would have to calm down, and the other person getting angry. But then the other person was quiet and the policeman said “Good, it won’t take long.”

The figure curved around the stroller and its head began to stretch from the body. Not far, not more in length than maybe a human hand is long, but still visibly, it was stretching forward and down – and then the whole body bent forward over the stroller. Its left arm grabbed forward, toward the stroller. Then it came back into view and it was holding what looked like the baby. But the baby was completely stiff and still; like a plastic doll.

The left arm was dangling down from the creature, some part of it at the end, like a mitt, wrapped around the stiff baby leg. Then the other arm reached up. I saw that it was holding something; something skin-colored. The right arm too disappeared behind the woman’s body and into the stroller. I saw it moving, as if it was arranging something.

Then the creature turned around, the stiff baby still in its hand swung against the woman’s leg.

I felt as if my heart should have been beating fast, but my chest was still silent and stiff. I heard another voice from behind, somebody complaining; there was a rumbling, like a fight or a person being pushed on the ground. A male voice screamed and a female voice said loudly that he had the right to remain silent.

When it walked past me again I saw its face; it walked right through my view. There was a round opening, similar to a pursed lip, in the lower part of its flat face. Then there were thin, open stripes above it, like deep scars or a fish’s gills, but all black and in the same shiny black. The head retreated back close to the body and the two round things at the end of the hammerhead-like appendages seemed to be moving, as if they were scanning the area. There was something white inside of them.

I felt a slight wind when it walked past me. In the corner of my vision I still saw the baby dangling, with closed eyes and stiff arms and legs and the mitten-like fingers wrapped around the leg.

The voices behind me, back on the stairs, were arguing and the first and second voice I had heard were now also screaming.

It walked straight. It nearly walked against Haley, but in the last second its foot made an extra tapping noise and it change direction, it swung around the corner the way or a car or a bicycle leans into a fast curve.

Something in the stroller began to scream like a baby.

I heard the tap-tap sounds walking away. Some metal door slammed shut. Then the tapping sounds were gone. The baby screams stayed.

In just one instant I felt air gushing through my throat; I blinked; my chest widened; my legs went soft and my foot hit the ground at the wrong angle; the young mother said “Ouch.”

Haley caught me before I fell. My knee still hit the ground. Haley shouted “Careful!” and pulled me back up. A voice behind me said “Fine, we’ll let you go.”

But all I could see, all I could look at was the woman ahead of us; the way she pulled the screaming body out of the stroller and the way she held it to her chest and cradled it.

Haley pulled me past the woman.

The baby looked real, it looked normal. It tightly held onto the woman’s fingers.

Haley told me to stop staring.

The baby stopped crying. It smiled; it opened its mouth.

Just for a moment, just when Haley pulled me around the corner, I thought I saw the baby pursing its lips.


This is my story, originally I published it on Reddit.