Your Sister?

You brush off the water on your skin and begin to vigorously rub the liquid from your scalp when something catches your eye. As the steam settles in the shower, clearing away, a floating baby blue ball of insubstantial gas ephemerally floating around a liquid silver core remains. As you look at it, first its mouth, then its eyes, rapidly spin about its face and fall into place where they should be on a ghastly. Her mouth and tongue look much like a regular ghastly’s would except they are white instead of pink or purple. Her fangs are blue. Her eyes have blue lashes, and are shaped sultry, with aquamarine pupils that are bigger than a ghastly normally has. You find her uniqueness beautiful and alluring.

Then she winks at you, and the spell that seems to have held you when you first saw her breaks.

She moans, “Luhhhhst” Then bites her bottom lip and giggles. The sound tinkles around you.

Suddenly you are very aware that you are standing in front of her in the nude. The towel quickly finds its way from your still damp head to around your waist. You shake your head, wipe the steam from the mirror and check your eyes in the mirror again... yup, still normal. You poke them again just to make sure. Yup, that still hurts. She continues to float in your shower giggling at your antics.

If she is real... then it all really happened. It’s too much. You turn around and walk out of the bathroom.

You are broken.

That must be it. You are so consumed with grief that you have snapped. Gone off the deep end and now you are like the rest of the loonies. Maybe if you ignore it, it will go away. You flop back down onto your bed. Your mind goes blank as you stare at your band posters. What are you going to do. You focus on one poster in particular. A band called Kingler’s Grip. You liked them. They were a power metal group that wrote an entire album about a mermaid kingdom that defended itself from a cult who wanted to summon a Magmar kaiju to destroy them since they constantly raided the ships of the land dwellers. It was goofy, but rad.

You feel calmer.

A face you had hoped you wouldn’t see again slowly floats into your sight. She grins coyly, before squeaking an almost inquisitive, “Luhst?”.

You have had enough. You sigh loudly, and then speak a passage from one of the horror books you’ve read, “Oh verily foul spirit, why do you torment me so? Seek elsewhere someone worth thy eternity.”

You wave your hand dismissively at her, brushing through her insubstantial form and disrupting her.

Her eyes narrow dangerously. Her lips purse, and her fangs get longer. She looks you dead in the eye before saying a curt, “lust!” in a tone that brooks no argument. Everything about her becomes more solid, more real. Then her tongue rolls from her mouth, extending impossibly far below and behind her, before running up your torso from navel to chin.

Your entire body stiffens. Every muscle locked in place. It feels like what happened to you in the shower when you came, but there is no release. Instead of pleasure it is just pain. Tear come unbidden to your eyes. And you pass out.