Karman

On a dark night most teen boys these days are wandering around outside, hanging out with their friends, smoking, or looking for some girl to take to bed. Sometimes, he'll happen upon a rather good looking one that he sets his mind on. Well, here is the story of...
Karman.
It was a cold winter night, cold enough that you could see your breath, but still warm enough to wear only a light jacket. One particular teenage boy was walking around, looking for an innocent girl to bring home wit him, when his eyes happened upon a nice looking girl, with blonde hair covering her eyes.
She had a nice figure, and he decided upon her. So he came over and stood against the wall. Sweeping his hair to one side, he said, "Hey."
"Hello," was her response, in a soft slightly hoarse voice, but she did not move. The teen noticed no cloud of her breath in front of her mouth, but he pushed this aside, and continued, "My name's Jordan."
"Karman," was her one word response once again. Jordan shuffled a bit closer to her, "Nice name. So what'cha doing tonight?"
"Nothing," she sat upright. Jordan sat next to her, "Really? So am I. Want to hang out?"
"Sure," she did not look at him, but he didn't notice, his mind working to find a way to get her home. As his eyes traveled over her body, he noticed a deep gash on her shoulder, because her clothes were torn there. It seemed fresh, but it did not bleed. He said softly, "What happened to your shoulder?"
She whispered something hoarsely, but the boy couldn't understand it. "Sorry what?" She got up and began to walk. Jordan got up and followed her. She was actually walking very fast, and Jordan had to run to keep up.
"Wh-where are you going?" But she gave no answer. Down streets they ran, into a small, deserted country village. She stopped in front of a certain house and stood completely still. Once Jordan had caught up with her and caught his breath, he asked, "What is this place?"
"Help me," she whispered hoarsely, yet sweetly. She took his hand and led him into the house. He followed, thinking that this was where she lived. Perhaps he would get lucky after all. She led him up some stairs and into an old dusty room with a huge bed
. On the floor were large dark splotches, but Karman didn't seem to notice them. The door was slowly swinging back and forth as she sat down on the bed, repeating "Help me," in the same way as before. He looked around the room, glanced at the door, then cautiously approached the desk, where there was gauze and a bit of surgical tape.
He took them and sat down next to her, wrapping up her shoulder gently, and taping the gauze together. "There." He sat back and thought about his next move. She made a soft sound, almost as if she were smiling.
"Thank you Jordan." She did not move, so for a while, they sat in silence. The poor boy couldn't tell how fast or slow time was going, this place seemed out of time completely. After what may have been hours, or just perhaps a minute, she broke the silence, "Here."
"What?"
"It was here." She said in a hoarse whisper that was barely audible.
"What was?"
"Do you like this room?" She seemed to be changing the subject. Jordan looked beside him at her, "Yes, but what was here?"
"Here," she said, trailing off, and then, for the first time looking at him, "is where I died."
It was horrible, it had no eyes, nose or a mouth, and part of its face seemed to be all but rotting away, little maggots squirming in and out of slimy parts of her flesh. On its chest there were more deep gashes cut way in, these too festering away with maggots and putrefying. The smell of a dead animal hit him full in the nose, and he got up to get the hell out of there.
As he ran for the door, something cold and snakelike wrapped around his neck and body, gripping a hold of him tight, and as he looked, he saw tentacles twisting from her back to hold him.
She put a hand on his face, and he could almost make out a bittersweet smile on her faceless face as she clawed his neck open. He fell dead, and she ripped open his stomach with her bare hands and ripped out his organs, distributing them around her in neat piles.
And she started to cry, drops of brine falling from her faceless face and falling onto the boy, as she slowly started to devour her prey. Soon all that was left was the heart, and just before that disappeared into something like a mouth, she whispered, "I thought it wouldn't matter. I'm sorry. I wanted us to be friends..."
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