Eliza and I were sitting in our room
when Robert threw open the door. “They’re everywhere!” He
screamed, “Get out of the house!”
As the words came out of his mouth,
insects started crawling from the vents and under the door. They
seemed to phase through the floorboards. There were more than just
cockroaches this time. There were hideous things: spiders and beetles
and centipedes and flesh eating things.
“YOU DO NOT EXIST!” I cried in
response. Despite my spell, they continued to pour from the ground
and the walls and the ceiling.
“YOUDONOTEXISTYOUDONOTEXISTYOUDONOTEXISTYOUDONOTEXIST!!!”
Robert stared at me as if I were
insane. “What are you doing? Of course they exist!”
“Monsters are only as real as you
believe them to be.” I told him.
It was too late, though. Eliza was
gone, the swarm had hollowed her out from the inside, erupting from
her skin like volcanoes.
I ran.
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