Having nothing to do tonight, I got in my car and drove to the dollar store to buy a DVD to watch. I made my way over to the electronic section of the store, just past the food aisle. I squeezed into the aisle, the shelves on either side feeling almost too close together to comfortably walk down. I was thankful there weren't that many people inside, making the chances of anyone coming down the aisle the same time as I, to be very unlikely.
At long last, I made it to the small section of the shelf where some DVDs were on display, while others were stacked on top of each other in a completely disorganized manner. Nothing on the displays seemed to interest me at all. They seemed to be either children's movies or cheap rip-offs of popular movies. I grabbed a handful of DVDs from the disorganized pile and sifted through them. I stopped and put all the other DVDs back on the stack as one in particular caught my eye.
The movie that caught my eye appeared to be a horror movie, judging by the creepy, grungy artwork on the cover. The title was hard to read, but I think it said 'The Beaver'. I shrugged and squeezed back through the shelves, making my way to the register.
The woman at the register smiled at me, going for the usual small talk. She stopped short the conversation when she saw the DVD she was scanning.
"You're into horror movies, huh?" she asked, putting the movie into a plastic bag beside her.
"Not particularly, this one just kinda caught my eye." I replied as she hit a few keys on the register. I gave her the cash and told her to keep the change and left, movie in hand.
When I got back to my apartment, I kicked my shoes off next to the door, feeling the cold linoleum beneath my feet. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something crawling across my kitchen floor, not too far from me. It was gone before I could see what it was, but I knew it was there. I shrugged it off and made my way to the living room, turning my television on and popping the disc into my DVD player. I grabbed my remote and sat down on my soft, red recliner and waited for the movie to start.
The movie was in black and white with a little film grain on it that made it appear to be from the fifties. I didn't mind, I'd spent money on this, it was too late to back out on it. The audio quality wasn't exactly amazing, but I followed along with it anyway. It was a man in a fancy looking suit with a tie alongside a woman in a light grey dress. They seemed to be in the middle of the woods, some light smoke trails coming from the ground surrounding them. The woman, looking frightened, turned to the man. It was hard to tell what she was saying. I was trying to make it out, but just then I felt something scurry across my foot, making me jump and my heart race.
I got up from my chair and looked around the room, but once again I saw nothing. I sat down, still cautiously looking around one last time before my gaze returned to the screen. Now, the man and woman were running from a dark figure behind them. As they turned a corner, the camera remained still until the creature stepped closer to it. Its face was covered in dark hair and a pair of long, gnarly teeth came down from the center of its mouth. It looked to its right, then to the left. A faint scream could be heard, making the creature walk past the camera and toward the sound. The man and woman were now shown on the inside of a cabin, the man shutting the front door. He took one glance out the window before returning to the woman, saying something to her. I couldn't hear anything but a very muffled male voice.
Just then, I felt something crawling on my back. I brushed it off, thinking it was the hair on my back brushing against my shirt. I brought my attention back to the television before realizing the feeling on my back wasn't stopping. There was definitly something crawling up my back. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and swatted at whatever it was on my back. To my surprise, nothing was there. I looked through the shirt I'd taken off. Nothing was crawling around inside of it. What the hell was going on?
I was too concerned with this to focus on the movie. How many move times would I feel something crawling on me before the movie ends? I wasn't too invested in the movie anyways, so I turned off my television and went to bed.
That night, I dreamt of the beaver monster from the movie. It was walking around my apartment, searching for me. I was hiding in my closet, holding my breath to stay as silent as I could. I gasped when I felt something crawling on me inside the closet. Then more and more bugs began crawling over my arms and legs. One crawled into my mouth and I-
I sat up in bed, gasping. Why was I so paranoid of these bugs that I dreamt of them basically consuming me? I then felt something on my leg. I pulled my covers back to swat at it, but shrieked when I saw my legs were completely covered in roaches. They covered so much of my legs I couldn't see them anymore. Just like in my dream, they made their way up my body, to my arms, finally to my head. I could no longer feel my legs. I looked down, they were completely gone, without even the slightest pain. Then my arms were slowly disappearing. Before I knew it, all that was left of my was my abdomen and my head. I let out one final scream, one finally cry, a plea for it to end, before they had consumed me completely.
At long last, I made it to the small section of the shelf where some DVDs were on display, while others were stacked on top of each other in a completely disorganized manner. Nothing on the displays seemed to interest me at all. They seemed to be either children's movies or cheap rip-offs of popular movies. I grabbed a handful of DVDs from the disorganized pile and sifted through them. I stopped and put all the other DVDs back on the stack as one in particular caught my eye.
The movie that caught my eye appeared to be a horror movie, judging by the creepy, grungy artwork on the cover. The title was hard to read, but I think it said 'The Beaver'. I shrugged and squeezed back through the shelves, making my way to the register.
The woman at the register smiled at me, going for the usual small talk. She stopped short the conversation when she saw the DVD she was scanning.
"You're into horror movies, huh?" she asked, putting the movie into a plastic bag beside her.
"Not particularly, this one just kinda caught my eye." I replied as she hit a few keys on the register. I gave her the cash and told her to keep the change and left, movie in hand.
When I got back to my apartment, I kicked my shoes off next to the door, feeling the cold linoleum beneath my feet. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something crawling across my kitchen floor, not too far from me. It was gone before I could see what it was, but I knew it was there. I shrugged it off and made my way to the living room, turning my television on and popping the disc into my DVD player. I grabbed my remote and sat down on my soft, red recliner and waited for the movie to start.
The movie was in black and white with a little film grain on it that made it appear to be from the fifties. I didn't mind, I'd spent money on this, it was too late to back out on it. The audio quality wasn't exactly amazing, but I followed along with it anyway. It was a man in a fancy looking suit with a tie alongside a woman in a light grey dress. They seemed to be in the middle of the woods, some light smoke trails coming from the ground surrounding them. The woman, looking frightened, turned to the man. It was hard to tell what she was saying. I was trying to make it out, but just then I felt something scurry across my foot, making me jump and my heart race.
I got up from my chair and looked around the room, but once again I saw nothing. I sat down, still cautiously looking around one last time before my gaze returned to the screen. Now, the man and woman were running from a dark figure behind them. As they turned a corner, the camera remained still until the creature stepped closer to it. Its face was covered in dark hair and a pair of long, gnarly teeth came down from the center of its mouth. It looked to its right, then to the left. A faint scream could be heard, making the creature walk past the camera and toward the sound. The man and woman were now shown on the inside of a cabin, the man shutting the front door. He took one glance out the window before returning to the woman, saying something to her. I couldn't hear anything but a very muffled male voice.
Just then, I felt something crawling on my back. I brushed it off, thinking it was the hair on my back brushing against my shirt. I brought my attention back to the television before realizing the feeling on my back wasn't stopping. There was definitly something crawling up my back. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and swatted at whatever it was on my back. To my surprise, nothing was there. I looked through the shirt I'd taken off. Nothing was crawling around inside of it. What the hell was going on?
I was too concerned with this to focus on the movie. How many move times would I feel something crawling on me before the movie ends? I wasn't too invested in the movie anyways, so I turned off my television and went to bed.
That night, I dreamt of the beaver monster from the movie. It was walking around my apartment, searching for me. I was hiding in my closet, holding my breath to stay as silent as I could. I gasped when I felt something crawling on me inside the closet. Then more and more bugs began crawling over my arms and legs. One crawled into my mouth and I-
I sat up in bed, gasping. Why was I so paranoid of these bugs that I dreamt of them basically consuming me? I then felt something on my leg. I pulled my covers back to swat at it, but shrieked when I saw my legs were completely covered in roaches. They covered so much of my legs I couldn't see them anymore. Just like in my dream, they made their way up my body, to my arms, finally to my head. I could no longer feel my legs. I looked down, they were completely gone, without even the slightest pain. Then my arms were slowly disappearing. Before I knew it, all that was left of my was my abdomen and my head. I let out one final scream, one finally cry, a plea for it to end, before they had consumed me completely.
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