Cocoon 4

Theodore Watts laid down on his bed transfixed by the shadowy figures in the corner of his room. He was motionless and couldn't even move a pinky. A sense of dread entered his body and he felt numb. His body felt oddly cold like a corpse. And he could feel electricity surging through his body.

Whispers from disembodied voices caused Theodore to shiver. The misshapen figures spun from shadow, with hats on their heads advanced towards him. Their voices were harsh and made his ears tingle. And they spoke an otherworldly language.

His head was pounding as if someone had smashed his head in with a mallet. As they converged on his body he could feel his eyes roll towards the back of his head. Blood poured out from his nose like a water fountain. And a black ooze like substance was flowing out of his mouth.

His body convulsed violently. It was akin to a scene out of the Exorcist. The pounding in his chest continued in staccato. He tried to move but he felt friction. He could feel his muscle tearing as he stubbornly tried to move his arm. It was with agonizing and stubborn effort that he raised his arm. He flexed his arm so hard that his veins bulged. Purple veins arranged themselves in a web like pattern.

Solar energy gathered around his palm and his room began to break apart like glass as he clenched his hand. With a jolt he awoke with sweat on his forehead. He grabbed the Swiss army knife he was gifted by his grandpa on his 16th birthday from underneath his pillow.

He put the knife towards his Adam's apple and felt the crisp metal on his skin. He held it there and dragged it across his neck. He didn't push too hard so he wouldn't make an indent. This was a little ritual he did that reminded him that he was alive.

Theodore was assaulted with the same recurring sleep paralysis induced hallucination since he was 14. He was 18 now and those four years weren't too kind to him. Due to the frequent episodes he was diagnosed with Chronic insomnia. He could take naps with no problem but couldn't sleep. It was more that he didn't desire sleep. His episodes automatically triggered when he laid down to take a nap.

Which caused him to stay up most of the time. He had Huge dark bags under his eyes which were a permanent feature to his face. He took multiple antidepressant medications. All which seemed to have little effect. They could be located on top of his dresser.

An incessant ringing from his phone drug him out of his contemplation. He put the Swiss army knife back underneath his pillow. And reached for his phone which was on his dresser next to his pills. The caller I.D. showed that he was receiving a call from his best friend Sophie.

He answered the call swiftly.

"Teddy are you coming to the Halloween party this saturday at Jeff's? I know it's not your thing but I think it would be fun. Just imagine the fun the three of us could have." Sophie said excitedly.

"I'll think about it. And did you just say the three of us that means your bringing-"

"I'm bringing Violet. Look I know it might be a little awkward since she's your ex and all. But she's my girlfriend now and I want you two to get along. You're the two most important people in my life besides my parents."

"Fantastic."

"Just think about it ok."

With that the conversation ended. Everything became complicated when his ex and his best friend started dating. Theodore could care less about Sophie's sexuality. Her being a lesbian didn't factor into their friendship. Besides giving him a companion that also admired the posterior of the female species.

He respected her since she was part of the small minority of people that he trusted. He didn't have to be on his guard when he was around her. She reached out to him when he was all alone. There weren't that many people that understood him like she did.

Violet was a sore spot for him. They broke up for a reason. But he wouldn't trample on his friend's happiness. So he would suck it up for his friend's sake.

Theodore left his house and went jogging around the park to clear his head. It was 9:00 p.m. on a tuesday night. The park didn't close till 12:00 a.m. The park was pretty huge. It had a basketball court. A skateboard court. A bmx park. And a trail that connected to another park. The other park had a lake where you could watch ducks and geese swim.

He spent hours walking around the park. There weren't that many people out around this time. He continued walking but stopped when he stumbled on a peculiar sight. There was a middle aged couple having sex at the back of the park restroom. Their clothes were discarded on the ground. The man was thrusting his nine inch cock inside of the woman. And groping her tits as she moaned loudly. Her long red hair swaying as they fucked.

Theodore was in awe with how blatant and bold they were to have sex in public. It seemed that the couple had reached their climax as the man froze as a sign that he had ejaculated inside of the woman's pussy. Finishing his role as a voyeur he was about to leave when something odd happened. The woman started to glow and the semen of the man seemed to be making her look younger. As if it was rejuvenating her.

This startled the middle aged man who became frightened and tried to disengage from their embrace. But it was far too late. The jade eyes of the woman shifted into a hawk's. And she held the man in a vice grip. The man couldn't do anything but scream in anguish as the woman took a huge bite of flesh from his neck. Blood splurted from his body obscenely like a volcano. The blood painting the now youthful woman's body like a bastardized version of the great Leonarda Da Vinci's Mona Lisa.

"That was a nice snack." said the newly youthful woman. Who began to giggle her innocent voice echoing around the park.

Theodore's heart stopped as she turned in his direction all of a sudden. Her eyes targeting his location.

"What's this, a peeping tom? Did you enjoy the show?" said the insane woman.

"Nope." Theodore mumbled under his breath. And began sprinting as fast as he could to safety.

"Oh, I love a good chase." cooed the mad woman.