Personal Narrative: My First Born Child

I awoke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my first born child. As I adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed against my wife, lying next to me. I lurched out of my bed, threw open the door and ran down the hall. I swung the door open and almost cried out of fear, shock, and utter disgust. The figure could almost be considered human under the right conditions. It had a head, a torso, two legs with feet and two arms with hands. Though, the body was impossibly thin and the skin gripped the bones like a wet towel. The face was sunken so far within itself I couldn’t tell if shadow covered its eyes or there were none. There were no lips, only a hole to swallow any unlucky who came across it into its skinny, pitiful …show more content…
Everything about it was unnatural and revolting. No hair was located on its body. Just pale skin. Then, to my surprise, its hole that could possibly be called a mouth stretched its jaw all the way down to its chest and began to swallow my child whole. No movements were made to chew it. Only a steady pace of inhaling went by as it ate my son. Once it was finished, I was able to finally gain a hold of myself. My face became slick with tears and I screamed. It smiled and I screamed louder. It jumped out the window. Then I collapsed. That was only yesterday. My wife had come in and tried to ask what happened, shaking me and screaming at me. All I could do was get out a few words before breaking down sobbing at my lose and incompetence. The rest was a teary blur of police sirens, questions and his empty crib. Now, I’m sitting in my little Gabe’s room, holding his clothes, and trying to comprehend everything that had just happened. My wife was out looking for Gabe, asking around and arranging phone calls for more information on his whereabouts. I knew better though, didn’t I? I saw him being swallowed whole by that thing. He’s dead, I’m sure of it. Right in front of my own eyes I saw him being eaten by the creature. It must be real. My phone rang, and I jumped. It had finally snapped my from my grieving and my head swam with