The Peeler
As she unlocked the door to her small apartment, she was greated with silence. Of course there was silence, she lived alone. Just her. No pets, no roommate. She was 20 years old and lived alone. She came from the beach and went to the bathroom to take some aftersun on her skin, she got so very sunburnt at the beach, her thigh, shoulder, back and chest was red as a lobster.
A week later her skin wasn`t hurting anymore, but it was flaking, she sighted and began to peel it off. She peeled and peeled and could not stop. Layers of skin lay around her on the bathrooms floor, she saw it and flushed it in the toilet, before she peeled more off. After a few hours her skin hurt after the peeling and her veins was more visibly than before, but she couldn`t stop peeling off her skin, it was like an addiction. She did not feel hunger, thirst or sleepiness, the only thing she felt was the urge to peel off her skin and that was the only thing she did. And she peeled until there was nothing left of her.
Suddenly she heard the front door open and something was dumped on the floor she walked out of the bathroom and hide behind a wall. It was a man in her apartment. A tall middle aged man with blond hair seemed to moving in in her apartment. The sun was shining bright outside and she noticed his sunburned skin. As she saw the man's skin was flaking became the temptation too big.
She was by him in a few seconds and started peeling, and she did it fast. With a power she did not now she had, she held the man still, with her mind did it seem like, because he did not struggle and her hands was busy peeling, but as she peeled of more and more skin he screamed as the blood flooded from his veins, where the skin was gone. A hour later the man was dead, she could feel it, even though he had a little skin left on his body, she did not find it fun anymore.
Six weeks had gone since the middle aged man and she had peeled about eight other people, two couples and a family of four, but one day two boys came in, one very tall with fluffy long hair and one short with short hair, both handsome, both wearing jeans and a plaid shirt. "You sure it was here Sam?" the short one asked "I am very sure" Sam answered and a beeping sound was heard, Sam took out a devise which beeped and blinked red "Well looks like we got something Dean" she leapt towards them and dissolved as Dean shot her, when she materialized again they were gone. But later that evening the caretaker came so she attacked him, but midways trough she caught fire and burned up.
Sam and Dean came bursting in the door and found the caretaker and helped him up, as Dean called an ambulance Sam told the caretaker that they were just passing by when they heard a scream and came for him. It was a lie.
As they were driving back to the motel in the impala, Dean wrinkled his nose "What is it?" Sam asked
"Nothing. I just can`t get the picture of the corpse out of my head"
Sam looked at his brother and sighted "Yes it was a nasty corpse and a nasty ghost too"
"Yeah"