Terrifying Encounter

“Male… how do you know it was male?” Kent asked.

James had had enough. “Fuck man, you’re asking me about bat dick. I don’t fucking know!” James’s face was turning beat read as he went on without a breath, “I dont fucking know what a bat dick looks like, Kent. Some weird flap thing?! I don’t know! But, I do know what a bat vagina doesn’t look like, and what it doesn’t look like is a goddamn bat dick! The fucking monster is a boy and it wants to fucking eat you you fucking child!”

“Well, Sorry man. You’re the one who brought up that it was a boy.”

“So we could fucking hunt it more effectively you dumb mother fucker!”

“Jesus, calm down.”

Instinctively he lept back as the librarian dropped from the ceiling landing on the ground with a cracking sound as her nobbed, blackened knees knocked together.

She looked confused. Her body looked like a corpse wearing a coat, both of which had been hung on a rack.

She started to walk forward, her face still confused, but her black reflective eyes looking right at him. Her eyes almost appeared to plead with him to help her, but her teeth and jaws were grinding back and forth. Her veins bulged as she walked toward him, her once freckled white skin tainted by and engulfed in veins that flushed from red to black. She was silent other than the grinding of her teeth and the cracking of her bones.

He started to move back in a panic. The librarian struggled toward him, as if half of her body wanted to move one way and the other half wanted to move another. Johnny wanted to believe that the woman was in there somewhere, struggling to gain control , but he couldn’t believe that. Her look of confusion had been replaced with a look of terrifying joy, a twisted grimace of happiness; happiness that she was going to eat him.