In My Own Skin Pt.2

Well, I did manage to fall asleep last night; but I wouldn't quite call it restful. I had a horrible nightmare. I woke up in my house, did my normal routine to get ready for the day. I didn't see any doll or blood symbol on my window; but there was something on the floor. It was this pink blob just sitting in my living room, it didn't move, just some random goop on my floor like your dog that took a shit inside. Frustrated, I go to clean it up, when I walk up to it; it jumps up and latches onto my hand.

Freaking out, shaking my hand violently, trying to get this thing off of me, but it latches on and grows in size slowly inching up my arm and devouring it. It continues to climb up my arm, spreading to the rest of my body. Slowly creeping up toward my head, about to be devoured by the sludge. Then I woke up. It was a pretty fun night for me.

Getting out of bed, I head over to the kitchen seeing the doll still sitting on the windowsill. A trail of blood, now dripping from the chest area. I don't think I can just leave it there anymore. Obviously, what-ever Mark did to it has caused those vivid dreams, only bad things will happen if I keep that thing around. I built a fire in the fireplace, striking the match and lighting the logs ablaze; I grabbed the doll off the windowsill, gripping it in my hand, something stabbed my hand leaving my palm bleeding. It didn't matter it was over, I threw the thing into the roaring fire. Finally relieved, it was over. Or so I thought; from the fire I heard the scream of the little figure coming from the fire.

I decided that it was time to get out of town for a bit. That same morning I packed my bag and left as fast as I could and stormed out of my door, only to see 6ft of snow burying my car. I had apparently slept through a record level amount of snow fall.

“Well shit.” I exclaimed, I was stuck.

On some better news, if I was stuck, so was Mark. I would be safe from his creeping and peering into my life. I still kept the blinds down just to be safe though. I turned on the TV, the local news was reporting that the weather had taken a turn last light. Instead of our nice 2-3 inches that was projected, it could get up to 6-8 inches. Something my area hasn't seen for 50 years. I couldn't bear to look at the symbol on my window anymore. I wiped it off leaving no trace, after I finished I heard the storm Intensify.

Some time has passed, I was sitting on my couch watching the news to see if this storm would let up anytime soon. My phone buzzed, and my friends were messaging in the group chat. Talking about plans that were made. I had no idea what they were talking about, I don’t remember making any plans with them. Plus there is a storm going on. What kind of plans were they trying to do, in the middle of the biggest storm of the century? I message in the chat,

“What plans? Are you guys making plans without me?”

One of my friends sends a message,

“You're joking right?”

“This was your idea.”

I'm confused. I did not make any plans. I scroll up in the chat; there is a message from my phone sent at 2:45am.

“Anyone want to get drinks tomorrow?”

The only thing is, I know for a fact I fell asleep at 12:00am that night. Mark was in my house.