Dig Your Own Hole (7/9) By Joe Hakim

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And then there was her hair; it was slowly turning grey. Long streaks were appearing all over her head. Her whole demeanour seemed to be altering. It was almost as though she was becoming someone else. "This is fucking crazy," I said. "They'll be an enquiry, and the rest of the lads seem to think we're cursed or something. It'll only be a matter of time before it gets out about the graves we uncovered." "Maybe that's a good thing," Jenny said. "Bollocks," I said, taking a good hit from the glass.

"All this - luxury apartment, money to burn - will be gone before you know it." "It might be for the best." "Since when did you become little miss calm?" "Things happen Mike; we just have to deal with them in the right way." "I think I preferred it when you were coked up out of your brain all day," I said, getting up from the sofa. I went into the bedroom and got on the bed. The alcohol had numbed my brain, so I drifted off for a while. It was dark when I woke up and someone was in the room with me.

"Is that you baby?" I asked. I felt her climb on top of me. I could feel my zip going down and a hand reaching into my trousers. She stroked it for a bit to get me hard, and then she pulled my trousers down. She straddled me, guiding me in as she swung her legs across me. She didn't say a word as she began to move up and down. I could hear her breathing in short shallow bursts. I moved my hands up her body, over her tanned, toned stomach and small, pert breasts. She began to move faster as she found the rhythm. I was still half-asleep, but I was waking up.

I liked to look at her body when we fucked, so I reached over and flicked on the light. The first thing I saw was those beautiful little pink nipples, but as I looked up, I caught sight of her face and I couldn't help but scream; Jenny's entire head had been replaced by that of a shrivelled up old woman. Her white hair hung over a sagging, wrinkled face, pockmarked with lesions and oozing sores. Her pale tongue whipped around her mouth like some kind of obscene snake, slivering in between a couple of gnarled black teeth that were rooted in inflamed, bleeding gums.

I started to scream, but then her hands sprang up and coiled around my throat, choking me. "You should have never disturbed our sleep," this vile hag hissed at me as she began to apply more pressure. I was gasping for breath, and I began to hit her, but she was possessed by some kind of preternatural strength. My vision began to blur, darkness clouding my vision, and I knew that if I didn't get her off soon, she would kill me. I reached over and fumbled at the bedside table, desperately looking for some kind of heavy object. I grabbed a glass ashtray and swung it into her temple as hard as I could.

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