Killer Ugly – A Horror Flash Fiction story (Part 2)

Here’s a piece of experimental horror flash fiction about descending into madness and being isolated from the human community. This second part is about 475 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 minutes. Let me know what you think!

Thursday, April 28th – 2:34 a.m.

Where has the time gone? I haven’t journaled in quite some time. The rash has completely taken over, and now I feel constantly cold. Am I dying?

There’s a man with demon-red eyes in an expensive suit on my street corner handing out fliers for a religious organization. He must be a cultist. He’s out there day and night, sleeping on the corner in a tent. I want to report him to the police, but I won’t. Nobody cares about us in this part of town.

I feel like my body is undergoing a transformation, but I have no idea what it means. I’m losing my hair, too; big patches of it fall off all around. I have boarded up my windows; the only time I leave the house is to look at the man on the corner. I want to speak with him.

I’ve decided to starve myself, an agonizing, slow death. I haven’t slept or eaten anything in three days. This is the only way to kill off whatever inside of me is coming to the surface, this insidious feeling.

Saturday, April 30th – 4:56 p.m.

Yesterday, I woke up in a strange place and didn’t know how I got there. I think I’m beginning to hallucinate. I have no news of the outside world. I woke up in a hotel in Center City covered in blood. The sheets were soaked, I was crying and rocking back and forth, repeatedly saying, “Forgive me.”

I’m unsure if this was a dream or it really happened because I’ve been blacking out recently. I lose entire blocks of time and don’t know where I’ve been. I think it’s the effect of insomnia and starvation.

I refuse to look at myself in the mirror anymore. The last time I looked, my skin had turned a complete dark red, and my hair was all gone. I am losing teeth; I am withering away. I looked like a monster.

I spoke to the man on the corner. It was last night, I think. I approached him, I believe, in the middle of the night, and he was singing what sounded like a hymn. It sounded grotesque in his smoky, deep voice. He told me he would take me somewhere soon, somewhere magnificent. He said all my troubles would be over, and I would be saved. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about as I swayed back and forth in my exhaustion, and he told me there was so much more to this life than what I could see with my eyes. He kissed me on the lips, his touch was so gentle. It was then that I collapsed. I woke up I’m not sure when, back inside this dark house, and I could still hear him singing outside.

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