Nightmare Stare [Chapter Six]

I’m walking down the hallway. I can hear the head still talking from the garage, I can hear the muffled sounds of her voice coming in through the walls. She asked me to find her a jaw, she said the one she had hurt her. So I’m now I’m walking down the hall trying to find one in my daughter’s old room. But on my way there I see there’s something wrong about the doorway to The Forest of Lost Souls. I walk close to it, to examine it more clearly.
The pieces of wood I used to board it shut seem to be slowly transforming into old decrepit flesh. The stink that comes from it smells like old people, that stench of a convalescent home, the musty smell of their clothes, the stale smell of their hair. I touch the boards, they have the same cold rubbery texture that the flesh of the elderly have. Something is going on inside of that room, but I’m too afraid to even venture a guess, so I just move on and go into my daughter’s old room.
I sift through the pieces of flesh and bone. I organized the pieces into crude piles, sections of division. The sections were created with these vague categories in mind:
-Head parts.
-Torso parts.
-Legs.
So you see, now I have to find an appropriate jaw in the ‘head parts’ section for the head. She told me that the jaw felt too small for her, and that her teeth kept grinding. That obviously means I’ll need to find her a new set of teeth as well, oh geeze this is worse than clothes shopping.
I take a few other heads into the garage with me to try them out on the angel’s head.
“So Victor,” She asks as I set the heads down and start taking them apart. “Why did you make me?” I shrug.
“I found you, and wanted to give you life, I guess.” I respond .
“No,” She says. “You found her.” She motions with her eyes to the real angel, the one in the huge fish tank.
“That’s correct.” I say. I think I may have found a jaw that will work.
“So what was she like?” She asks just before I take her jaw off.
“She was a gift; she was given to me. I think it was God. I think it was God’s last great miracle, and I think he wants me to continue his work in my own way.” I say to her, she just stares at me. When I put the new jaw on she moves it around for few minutes and then says.
“So how did she die?”
“I think she drowned to death.” She makes a few strange faces and says.
“This jaw doesn’t work either, try again.” So I sit down and begin extracting another jaw from a different head. “So she was given to you dead?”
“Yes, that’s correct.” I say focusing on my work.
“That’s a kind of macabre, don’t you think?” She asks.
“I think it was a test,” I say. “I was given death and asked to bring it to life, and so far, I seem to be succeeding in my task.” I walk over to her with a new jaw. I take the one that’s already on her off, her tongue flops down and slaps onto the table she was resting on. She just stares at me. “I think because you’re alive, that I am becoming God.” I take a step back and watch her open and close her mouth for a few minutes. She looks at me and says,
“Well, if you are God you should be able to get this jaw thing right!” Then she starts laughing and says. “Yeah, this one’ll work, for now.” I fake a sterile laugh and ask her if anything else is bothering her. She says nothing is, so I walk back into the house and notice something odd.
The hallway is cold, the walls have a grey hue to them. I look down the hallway and fall to my knees. The door to The Forest of the Lost Souls is open and something, something resembling a human head with spider is crawling out of it. It sees me and runs into the my daughter’s old room. I have to close the door, before any more of those terrible creatures come through. The creature starts screaming, so I get up and run to the door, I close it, and look into my daughter’s old room.
Its in there and its regurgitating what appear to be eggs into the pieces of bodies I have in there. It just keeps screaming and screaming. I bite my lip and take a deep breath. \
Then I run inside the room.

-Sir Jestro