Wellington Street

In which we take a stroll down a very strange lane.


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Building 21 "Metamorphosis"

“I don't think I'll be able to write right soon. Hands are getting numb. Mind is getting foggy. They're calling for me. On the way home I was so focused on remembering to get some milk. I wasn't focusing on the road. It runs along the beach a few blocks from my house. The black thing was just laying there. That thing with blood red eyes...hundreds of them. Car stalled slightly as the thing slipped underneath the car. I stopped immediately, even though I had no idea what I had hit. It kept writhing as I approached it. The tentacles that had torn off were flopping around. And in my head, but not in my head I kept hearing its voice.

“They are only starting to move. It only get's worse from here.”

I had pulled it off the road. I don't think I was thinking clearly. Said it wasn't going to hurt me. That it just wanted to get back to the shallows. It is legion. It must endure. I still don't know how I moved it, considering its size...it said that I shouldn't go home. That was the last thing it said to me.

I sat in the driveway a little bit longer than I expected to. Just trying to get myself ready to face my family. Thirty seconds went by. Then a minute. I still didn't know what I was going to say. I didn't want to think about what I would say. Two minutes. I thought I saw someone move a curtain. They were wondering about me. Wanted to know why I was just sitting in the driveway. They were probably developing theories. But none of them are right. I am tired, but my heart is racing. What was I supposed to say? How could I tell them about my day. Should I have just lied and pretended that everything is alright.

She opened the door and heads down the walk. I heard myself gasp. She was outside my window. My daughter. She was asking me if everything was alright. But I didn't respond. I looked at her, and she smiled with a smile that was too wide for her face. Her skin seeped like oil, her eyes now cold black orbs, her pretty pink dress covered in black. For some reason I though about it all again. About the thing I hit on the way home. How it screamed. How it kept telling me that this was only the start of something terrible.

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