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Siren

      We were on a beach not sure if I was a boy or a girl but I was accompanied by an older woman in their 40’s, we stayed at a dreamlike house facing the desolated beach. In the morning as I brushed my teeth a creature from the seas took my place in bed, raped and killed the woman. I heard noises from the room but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, I thought she was probably watching tv or something. When I got out of the bathroom I was in owe, a siren-like creature was laying on the bed next to the dead corpse of that lady, her face was blue as well as her entire body all covered in scales, she had no legs all that was there was a fishtail. 

       Her face was not pretty but the look was hypnotic, she smiled at me with her spiky teeth, I was paralyzed, she lured me into walking next to her and messed with my mind, I was not in my room anymore I was in hers deep in the sea, now I could see her beauty, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, she gave me her hand as I was touching hers I felt my heart pounding, she looked at me and smirked, the siren was enjoying being the hunter having all this power over me and I didn’t mind. She pulled me closer, then put her lips on mine and my heart was racing her kisses felt better than sex I wonder how sex would feel with her. 
      
       She smiled once again and the illusion I was put over faded, I was in the room with a monster and a corpse, the siren laughed a little and crawled to the door, I could not move I didn’t know if I was still in another illusion one closer to reality, probably I was dying and my mind kept on going just a little bit. She left.
I fell in the deepest sleep and woke up the next day, the corpse wasn’t there. Everyone thought the woman had left the country, police never interrogated me. I don’t remember how I got to this place with this woman, maybe it was a one-night stand, and I got so drunk and high that I hallucinated this whole thing. That’s what I tell myself every day. I can’t get the siren out of my head; I want to see her again.
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