Trying New Things : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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I got asked out last week by my 3, I guess, ex sisters-in-law to a “Girls Night”. I am so introverted that the sheer thought of it made me nauseous. But ever since my fiancé, their little brother, passed away, we barely spoke. They were almost desperate, for me to join them, so I said yes. I would try.

I was picked up in a fancy, black SUV and welcomed into the car by a very polite and courteous chauffeur. They were inside, already drinking, and almost immediately offered me an orange, fruity little drink. I asked for something with less sugar instead. Mixed drinks give me the worst headaches. They said, almost in unison, “No! You have to at least try this one!”. I drank a sip. Can’t say I didn’t try.

I am now awake, the next day, with no recollection of last night. No embarrassing memories, nothing, just a stinging headache and weird body aches.

I reach over to get the pain medication from my nightstand.

Is that blood on my nightstand? Am I bleeding?

As I move around, desperately, wondering why and where I am bleeding, Jason’s sisters enter my bedroom. They hug me and say how excited they are for me to finally be a part of the family, apparently undaunted by the blood.

Family? My fiancé was presumed dead when traces of his blood were found in a nearby campground close to a year ago. I was destroyed for weeks.

“We can’t be family, not really, you guys know that. What happened last night?”

“Oh, Mary”, Julie said, “we know what a tough year you’ve had with our brother gone. Jason also couldn’t let go.”

I am confused, head throbbing. Jason, my Jason? Let go?

Before I could even reply, Maya said, “don’t worry, Jason will explain everything”.

Almost immediately, the bedroom door opened. I sat up in my bed, eager to see my fiancé, knowing how impossible that was. Then, disappointment and anger.

The chauffeur. Trying to hold my hand.

“Let go of me!”, I yell, my voice full of resentment, thinking this is just some cruel joke.

“Mary, my Berry Mary, it’s me, I missed you. I am sorry I look different and that I disappeared. I am sorry you had to change too. Seeing how much you missed me from a distance was unbearable. My sisters knew they could help you belong. It was the only way to be together again.”

God, I haven’t been called that awful pet name in so long, my body craved it. It really was Jason.

He was different now, though, like he said. He showed me my reflection. I was different now too. We needed to feed soon, he said, to keep up appearances.

The blood and changes were necessary for us to be together, I understand that now. Killing is necessary. But that doesn’t matter. He’s back.

I am his new thing, and he is mine.

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