Hello.

My name is Mindy. I don't usually write stories or anything, but I have an experience with the 'supernatural'. I'm not one to believe in like, paranormal crap, but things are different now.

I recently fell on hard times. I moved in with my brother Edwin after my house was foreclosed. He was excited to have me move in since we hadn't really talked in ten years. About a week after moving in, I started to hear some noise outside at night. I was convinced that it was a raccoon in my drowsy haze, so I had ignored it. I asked Edwin, and he agreed, saying that often people complained about the noises. Some people moved away because of it, apparently. I always thought that was odd. They were just raccoons, not bad neighbors. There was a solution to pests. Get those sealed cans, Jesus Christ.

The next night, I woke up to the window slamming against the wall of my room. I shot up and saw the wind blowing the curtains. I got up with a yawn and a stretch, closing it again. It was simple enough. I had forgotten to lock the window and the wind blew it open. I was back in bed before I knew it and I thought that I had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, however, I woke up incredibly cold. I scratched the back of my head as I got up, feeling cranky. I thought someone had dipped me in ice water and was hit over the head.

I was greeted by my brother dropping his coffee cup. It shattered loudly and woke me up quickly. I asked him what was wrong and he rushes around, finding a reflective platter to show me what was causing the pulsing headache I was experiencing.

There was a giant dent in my skull. How did I not bleed out? Edwin took me to the hospital ASAP.

The doctor told me that he thought that it was just sleep walking, which sounded like bullshit, but then he told me something worse and I wished it was something simple like sleep walking. He lifted my shirt and pointed out an incision on my side. He told me someone must have kidnaped me and took my kidney. I was freaking the fuck out like, omg, should I call the police? He said he already took care of that for me and I was thankful. He said that he couldn't replace that kidney, but he did want to make sure that I felt safe again.

I totally scored a number.

That night after leaving the hospital, I wasn't able to hold it together.

Midnightish, I woke up and saw this… ugly creature. It loomed over me, like it had been watching me sleep. It was dark black, like a shadow, and still as stone. The only clear features I could make out were a noseless, mouthless face, and two gaping black holes where its eyes should have been, taking me in. I thought it was wearing a mask at first, but the blue flesh had thick veins attaching itself to the impossibly black body in front of me. The blood vessels were visibly pulsing and I felt sick. Droplets of black goo leaked from the eyeless creature's sockets, but then I noticed that the dribbling slime was leaking from another spot on its face.

Oh god. Its nose was two, thin, lizard-like slits. Looking closer, I could see blunt teeth that wrapped around its face.

I grabbed my phone and rolled out of bed. It opened it's gruesome and slime-coated mouth, lunging at where I had been. I snapped a picture, hoping to take it to the police. It jumped at me again, and all of those years of cheer in high school came in handy. I kicked it in the face, using the momentum to turn and run. I was quick enough to grab a jacket, my wallet, and keys to the house.

In my panic, I ran into the woods. I thought I could lose it in there, and just as that thought came and went, I fell into a ditch. I hit my head and I was out like a light.

When I came to, I had a splint on my twisted ankle and wrappings around my head. I croaked hoarsely for water and the doctor from before came to my side. My knight in shining lab coat. I smiled weakly at the thought and a nurse came over with water. Everything was silent as I drank, and only once the water was gone did the Doctor break the news to me.

"Alright, I have to tell you the good and bad of this situation." He smiled sadly and I felt like a block of ice had dropped in my stomach. "You're okay. Your injuries weren't bad and your parents are on your way to get you. The bad news is…"

I was holding my breath and I felt like I was going to die on the spot. My head was pounding so loudly, I thought I would go deaf.

"Your brother, Edwin. He was murdered, probably by whoever attacked you."

I cried into his coat, and though it was a childish thought, I knew I wasn't going to be seeing any more of that doctor.

I've been told I need better coping mechanisms.

My parents took my back to Edwin's home to collect the rest of my stuff. I entered my room and searched it thoroughly to make sure that thing wasn't still there. I packed up quickly before taking my two bags out, heading to the living room. I stopped, swallowing hard. Edwin's body was lying there in a puddle of his own blood. I approached slowly and puked in the hallway at the stench. I couldn't hold it back anymore. I gagged and heaved until nothing but bile came up. He was holding my half eaten kidney!

My parents must have heard and escorted me out. When I asked about the body, they told me that nothing was there.

I know it had to have been real. I'm sure of it, because while I was unpacking, my kidney was in my bag, bitten into and dripping with that black slime.