That dream about McKenzie was almost too much for me to handle. My face feels hot and my groin aches. I’d love to have her here right now, but mom and dad would hear us for sure. It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s not like she even notices me. But I can fantasize, can’t I? Great, now I need to go jerk off. Normally, I don’t mind, but tonight is a bad night. I’ve got exams tomorrow and I need to be in good shape. I’ll rub one off real quick and go back to bed, but I don’t want to get my blanket all fucked up tonight so I’ll need to go to the bathroom. I stand up and switch on the light, the face of that little baby from the Nevermind album cover greets me. Oh, I’ll be dropping a few babies off at the pool tonight. I open my door and go into the hall. I can hear dad’s snoring from all the way over here, mom must sleep worse than I do.
I make my way to the bathroom and flip on the switch, do my business, flush the phlegm like fluid down and leave the bathroom. As I switch off the light, my attention is drawn by the white light of our living room television playing static. Did dad leave the television on? I’d better go switch it off, I know he’ll blame me. I head into the living room and find my attention being drawn to a VHS that is fastened to the back of the television with duct tape. The label reads “play me, Greg.” which is my name.
I should be going to bed, but I think dad made a special tape for me. One of his porno bootlegs that I’m always diving into. This would be an awesome, early birthday present that, without a doubt, I can’t tell my mother about. How did he know I’d come out here tonight though? It doesn’t matter. Just the thought of some brand new, nasty, freaky porn just for me is making my penis hard again. It wouldn’t hurt to just take a peek and maybe rub another one out. I pop the tape into the player and wait for the screen to adjust, shifting from blue to an unclear image, to a black screen with red text that reads,
“Don’t be afraid. Everything is all better now.”
That’s bizarre but alright. The image then flickers to a bed with a man and a woman strapped down. Never saw any of this type of stuff before. They’re always talking about it at school, so maybe I’ll like it?
Wait, is that mom and dad? Did dad accidentally film them having a four-way with another couple and put it on here? Oh, God!
Oh, fuck! That’s not it at all. There seems to be a man sitting in the corner of their room just staring at me through the screen. He’s dark, all he’s got are teeth and two eyes, the rest of his body is a shadow.
The image changes to the red text again.
“I like you. Do you know why?” it reads.
What the fuck?
“Because your flesh is warm.” I hear someone say behind me.
KYLE ATWOOD 