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Dejeme Adentro

by ~reido

Oh God.   I can hear him out there.  My ear’s pressed against the wood of my door, and I can hear him.

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

What’s he doing out there?  He’s at my grandmother’s door.  It’s right next to mine.  His lips are practically against it.  He’s mumbling, barely forming the words, barely making any noise.

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

What the hell does that even mean?  What the hell is he doing over there?  I’m too afraid to open the door and look, but I know who it is.  It’s him.  It’s him.  I see him sometimes, walking around our neighborhood.  Petting the dogs in the backyards.  Talking to people who don’t even know him.  You’ve got pretty hair, where are you headed, did you get a new car?  Greasy, thin, lanky hair, a disproportional face, a permanent six-o’clock-shadow.

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

Oh shit  that was right in my ear--he’s right outside my door now.  Back in bed, quick quick.  Get under the blankets.  Pull them up to my nose and just hide.

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

Oh God oh God ohGodohGodohGod.

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

What’s he want?  What’s he doing here?  I don’t understand.  I don’t understand what the hell is going on.  Eyes closed.  Maybe he’ll go away.  How did he get in, in the first place?  Why didn’t the alarm go off?  Why didn’t we hear it?  It’s no wonder the dogs didn’t bark, since he always pets them when he walks by.

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

You crazy fucking psycho, how long have you been hiding in our house, waiting for us to go to bed?  Did you come in in the middle of the day, while the alarm was turned off, and just hide somewhere?  Where did you hide?  Why are you here?

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

Stop it!  Stop mumbling that, whateverthefuck it means.  Just—stop, just go away.  Please.  Eyes clamped shut.  If I can’t see him, he can’t see me.  Why isn’t he opening the door—why did he leave my grandmother’s door?  What happened to her?  Oh God, I hope she’s okay.  If you did anything to her you lunatic—

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

Stop it!  Please, please, please just stop it.  Please.  Oh, God, please just let me wake up.  Open your eyes.

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.
Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

Open your eyes.  Open your eyes.  Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.  Open your eyes.  Open your eyes.

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.
Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

Oh God oh God oh God.  Just go away you crazy fuck!  Leave us alone!  We don’t have anything you want!  What do you want?!  I don’t understand!  I don’t know why you’re here!

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

Just open the fucking door already!

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

Oh God oh God oh God.  Just open your eyes.  Just open your eyes.

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

Open your eyes.  Oh God.
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Short, horror piece, pumped out in a morning. Stand-alone.
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great, really intense
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Come We drove up to the house in our shiny four-door economy car, feeling distinctly out of place. It was an older house, in an older neighborhood, in an older town, full of older people. Imagine a young couple driving into town and seeing no-one less than double our ages. The house itself was a dull brown, and looked like it was falling apart at the seams.

"So what, did your uncle just never put any thought into keeping the place looking nice?" I asked Sharon as I climbed out of our car. "It almost looks condemned."

"He was a really old guy," she replied. "Hell if I know, I hardly knew him."

"Then why are we here?"

"Who else is there?" She shCome by ~reido
Dejeme Adentro Oh God.   I can hear him out there.  My ear’s pressed against the wood of my door, and I can hear him.

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

What’s he doing out there?  He’s at my grandmother’s door.  It’s right next to mine.  His lips are practically against it.  He’s mumbling, barely forming the words, barely making any noise.

Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.

What the hell does that even mean?  What the hell is he doing over there?  I’m too afraid to open the door and look, but I know who it is.  It’s him.  It’s him.  I see him sometimes,Dejeme Adentro by ~reido
House You open your eyes, blink once, twice.  The room you’re in is dark, and the air feels heavy around you.  You close your eyes again and rub them with the heels of your palms before sitting upright and opening them once more.  The environment is unfamiliar—you’re very sure you’ve never been here before.

You look down at your hands on the hardwood floor.  Where they’ve moved, the thick layer of dust has been pushed aside.  You stand and regard the floor where you had been laying; the same dust has been disturbed in the shape of your body.  Vaguely, you are aware that the dust was there before you were, which is a reliefHouse by ~reido
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