Fever Dream Diaries #1

*Pant Pant*
 
The boys’ body was hunched over, with a single fist extended in front of him, embedded into a strange, large, black box. He looked down at his arm, his breaths were heavy but he was mostly spared the pain of having large shards of serrated glass implanted in his wrist thanks to the rush of adrenaline. For a brief moment the colorations of his arm were scarlet red, but it quickly returned to normal. The boy yanked his arm out of the box, along with it a stream of blood poured out like a faucet, far more than the mere glass cuts on the boy's arm would indicate. Large amounts of sweat had condensed all over the boy's body, and though he struggled to get his bearings, the boy was still able to walk up the stairs to the second story of his house by exuding sheer will. He had to see what the intruder had done. He had to see if his mom and pop were alright.
 
His ears rang intensely as he discovered the worst of his fears to be true.
 
A body had been suspended in a strange fluid in the home’s bathtub. Every bit of skin on the body had been melted off and the body was seriously bloated. The boy quickly dipped his finger in the brown fluid. It was fizzy and sticky, but as far as he was aware, not immediately dangerous. Another body was sitting on its knees hunched over with its head in the toilet. This one was completely naked and unlike the other body, still had its skin. It was the boy’s mother. Brightly colored vesicles made of a material the boy did not know of had been stuffed deep into her throat and asshole so tightly that she had sustained severe organ damage down her digestive track. A trail of dried blood ran down her face from her eye and ears.
 
“What the fuck,” the boy muttered to himself in shock. A weight in his chest made it felt as if a spear had been thrust through his chest and pinned him to a wall. After a few seconds of complete silence, the boy shrieked a mighty shriek. The sheer vulgarity of the scene had completely crumbled the boy’s innocent soul, bringing out nothing but the most primal, animistic of instincts.
 
He ran back downstairs into the kitchen and grabbed a knife and turned back toward the black box. He looked through the transparent facade of the box. The strange bald man was still in there. Though the body was extremely muscular and fit, its general shape was slightly off from a standard human, making it look grotesque. He had a butt chin and was overall more massive than a human. The boy raised the knife and thrust it through the hole he had created and started to slash the body over and over again losing control of his sanity, until his mind had gone blank.
 
The boy awoke on the dirt floor of his shed a few days later. Outside was nothing but a large mound of ash and three, partially eaten, well done slabs of meat.
 
“Winter is coming soon.”