Monster Sex

“I ... don’t understand. Is something wrong? I—”

“I am not Bethany!” Once she was within arm’s reach of the flashlight, she grabbed it and pointed it up at the monster. Oh god, what would it look like? Slimy? Scaly? Furry?

She turned on the light, and petrified as it shrieked in what she could only assume was pain. Shrieked, and exploded? No, not exploded, but bits of black shot outward from where her light hit, and cut through the monster looming over her. She couldn’t see it, even as her light moved over it. The black silhouette of its body shattered where her light hit it, as if the thing itself were darkness.

“How ... how could you!?” the shadow creature cried out. “Bethany. How could you? You know—”

“I am not Bethany! She was my great grandmother, and she’s dead! She died two months ago!” She regretted it the moment it came out of her mouth. This thing was obsessed with Bethany, and it was a monster. If it didn’t think she was Bethany, what was stopping it from killing her? Worse