Pam Hodges (pumpkinbutter) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-06-18 00:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 038, pam |
Who: Pam
When: Late at night
Where: Her bed
Pam wasn't moving, though not through lack of effort. Waking up had been gradual, and she had waited for her body to wake up with the rest of her brain, but it didn't happen. She was motionless, paralyzed except for her eyes. She felt like she was vibrating, like she could hear herself buzzing, but had no real motion. She felt like she should have been panicking, hell, screaming, but she couldn't even gasp. And she really, really wanted to, with something in the corner of her room. It looked like someone, but for some reason, she knew that was wrong. It wasn't a person. It was something else.
But then, why did it look like Fletcher's silhouette when it stepped closer? It was a black mass, that looked like it could have been Fletcher if she shined a light on him, but even without the option, she knew that she didn't want to. All she had wanted since she'd gotten there was to see Fletcher again, but right now she didn't want to see his face, or rather, that thing's face, if it even had one. It kept coming closer, but never became clearer. Pam could feel a tightness in her chest, but her pulse never reflected the strong dread she felt as the shadow that wasn't Fletcher loomed over her.
Then, just as the figure got close enough that she should have seen a face, the shape started to crumble. Little pieces at first, falling from the dark figure, then large chunks, breaking apart from each other and falling. Except, no, they weren't all falling, a lot of them were flying. Pam realized how dumb she had been, thinking the buzzing was in her head, but it had been from Fletcher's silhouette, from the figure made of bees. So many bees! She wanted to thrash, wanted to scream, wanted to run as hundreds of bees flew around the room, crawled over her sheets, swarmed her face. Even crying would have been acceptable! A mound of bees was forming on her chest, weighing it down. It made it harder to breathe, but how could she even notice when there was a shape forming again, as the bees swarmed together. Not Fletcher again. This new shape was humanoid, but not necessarily human. And the buzzing...
Pam never saw what it became, though. Whether she passed out, or Their spell over her wore off, she was asleep once again. In the morning, she'd curse her older sister for ever showing her the movie Candyman.