June 5, 2024
The lights started to flicker shortly after midnight, more so than in the last few days. I thought nothing of it and continued my nightly scrolling through YouTube videos. When one of the flickers was long enough to disconnect the internet, I looked up to see a female with what appeared to be a broken jaw covered with blood on her face and between her legs. I put down my phone. I didn’t motion for her to sit next to me this time. I just sat there waiting for her to begin. I smiled, and she returned the smile, but a few teeth fell out, which she quickly picked up and put back in her mouth. She began her story, speaking slowly, knowing it would be hard for me to understand. Here’s her story:
Hi Ray, my name is Cayman. I both loved and hated my husband, an intense mix of emotions that often confused me. It seemed mutual because our relationship was lovey-dovey one minute and conflict the next. Our arguments were mostly about money and his wandering eye, especially his obsession with young girls. He had a thing for young girls, and I tried to look younger by shaving down there. He liked it initially, but he soon wanted the real thing.
On the day I died, we fought over something trivial, though I can't recall exactly what, as we were both drunk and looking for a fight. I got right up in his face and spat at him. Enraged, he punched me in the face, and I hit the edge of the end table. He climbed on top of me and started hitting me in the mouth, warning me that if I ever spat on him again, he’d kill me. When he finally stopped, my mouth and my left cheekbone felt like mush. He seemed to realize he had gone too far and panicked. I was barely conscious as he yelled, "Look what you made me do!" All I could see were his feet pacing back and forth.
He lifted me into a sitting position against the couch. My eyes were barely open as he looked at me and said, "I'm sorry." I spat in his face again, blood and snot mixing in the spit that landed mostly in his mouth. Furious, he threw me back to the floor and stomped on my head and neck until I was no more. All the while, I was laughing at the futility of it all.
When darkness claimed me, I stared at the most wicked figure I had ever seen. It had the form of a woman with long hair, but her eyes were empty voids that seemed to pierce into my soul. She welcomed me to her hell, saying I’d find my place there, though I had arrived early. She explained that my husband had killed me too soon; I was meant to be sacrificed later due to my disbelief. I tried to speak, but my mouth was full of broken teeth and blood. She then pronounced my eternal punishment: a razer would ensure I’m cleanly shaven for the shadows to enjoy for the rest of eternity.
She gave me a half-smile while holding her hands just below her mouth, perhaps to catch her teeth if they fell out again. She turned around and walked slowly toward the shadowy portal. One step before the portal, she hesitated and began to cry. A loud and thunderous voice rang out, “Come.” She stepped into the portal and disappeared.
A Personal Note to My Readers
Finally! A lost soul provided me with a name – Cayman, or Caymen. It could also be Clayman or Claymen, as it was difficult to understand her through the gargling and broken teeth. Her voice was distorted and echoed unnaturally, forcing me to miss every third or fourth word. I did a Google search for any missing persons with that first, middle, or last name who might have gone missing in Central Texas. I haven’t found any leads yet, but I’ll continue looking.
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