When Jenny's eyes opened once more, she was in the middle of a darkened hallway. Lights flashed vigorously every few seconds. With each short glimpse of light, a piece of the hallway was revealed. Jenny was on her butt at first, gasping for air; she stood up, leaning against a hard, sticky substance that lined the wall. When she stepped away, it stuck to her arm, like an adhesive that had been drying for days. No matter where Jenny pulled or how hard she did it; her arm just didn't move an inch. This was the time when she heard a low rumbling breathing from the very far end of the hall, in front of her. She lifted her gaze, hiding her eyes behind the sweat matted hair, that covered most of her face. They broke through the darkness vividly, as fear pulsed throughout her veins.
Standing at the very far end of the hall was a pair of bright green eyes. There was no other apparent part to the figure other than the floating eyeballs. Above her, the lights flickered once more; she watched them, before hearing the breathing again. When Jenny returned her gaze, the eyes were even closer. Blood was splattered all over that hallway, alongside numerous amounts of bodies that lay strewn across the floor. "Where am I?" Jenny asked. Her heart began to beat a thousand times per minute. All over her body, sweat had formed, drenching her clothes completely. The eyes continued to pursue her, begging her to scream in terror. They were almost to her, sitting; floating half way down the hall. It was then that Jenny realized the bodies were moving too. One to the left of the eyes, was that of a boy who's arms were slashed wide open.
He was walking slowly towards Jenny, smiling with pure white eyes. He had short, brown hair and thick eyebrows. The boy had been walking with a limp. His right leg appeared fine, but his left was mangled so badly that it was bent to the left just under the knee. How is he even able to walk? she thought. Her arm still wouldn't budge from the wall, despite how hard she pulled away from it. There was a flicker of light once again, this time it stayed dark for a minute or two. When they turned back on, the boy was gone, but was replaced instead with, a little girl with black hair. Her eyes were hollowed out completely, baring very brutal scars around them; sort of like claw marks.
"My God...I-I think I'm going to be s-sick..." Jenny's left hand was over her mouth, trying to stifle the vomit but failed. Bile blew through her fingers as she heaved over her, slopping puke all over her shoes. The lights went off again; she slowly lifted her head, with tears glistening in her eyes. Unexplainable fear consumed Jenny's entire body and soul, as she dreaded what disgusting, despicable or vial hellish manifestation would cross her vision. There were dozens, even hundreds of bodies piled all up at the end of the hall, all of which had their intestines lying all around. "Dear Jesus!" Her face couldn't have looked any more terrified, with her eyes and mouth wide open, she screamed. "HELP ME! P-PLEASE, HELP MEEE!" Jenny bellowed into the echoing chamber-like hallway.
All of the bodies began to rise from the floor, re attaching themselves. They all slowly stumbled over to Jenny. She couldn't even speak anymore, as her heart drastically slowed, barely beating enough to keep her standing. Another break of the lights, swallowing her into the dark abyss once more. She could hear the familiar, low breathing; the lights clicked back on. The bodies were now a foot away from her, some missing teeth, others with their necks torn open. Some had one arm ripped off, as if someone yanked on it with brute force until it popped completely out. They all stared deep down into Jenny's very soul, striking her with intense terror.
There was absolutely nothing Jenny could do anymore; she was surrounded by walking corpses, but something was weird about these ones. All of their eye sockets had yellow glowing lights in them, and black dots. Just behind her, the low breathing blew Jenny's hair over her eyes. Then her arm was released from the wall; she almost fell, but re-composed herself. Turning around slowly, Jenny's heart almost stopped at the site before her. It was the man in those pictures, with her mom. He looked just like his teenage self, despite the huge clawed scar from the top left side of his head, to the bottom right of his chin. The man's legs had been shot at, showing off bullet hole scars.
"Who...?" Jenny tried asking. The man hushed her, lifting up a very badly, crushed right hand. "I need you Jenny." The man's voice said with a ghostly sound. It echoed just as much as her scream moments before. "B-but what do you need?" She cried out. At this point, Jenny was fed up with all of this. She dropped to her knees, sobbing while looking at the man's ripped shirt. He smiled at her, then hushed her again. "It'll all be over soon enough Jenny; just brace yourself." "For what?" she replied. The man waved his skeletal arms, getting rid of all the bodies behind her. He got to hsi left knee, looking so hard at her. His bottom lip trembled and he sniffed.
"Why are you crying?" Jenny asked. When she locked her eyes with the man's, something shot through her. It was so electrifying, the connection she felt with the man. "Dad?" The man nodded. "God Dad; what... how did this happen?!" He shook his head this time. "You can tell me anything Dad... You owe that to me at least for leaving me like you did!" Once she stated this, Phil pointed at her belly, which she pulled her shirt up to see. The sign appeared more prominent then before; a skull was now present, inside the dotted circle, all of which shined prominently.
"What are you telling me?" she asked. He shook his head again and finally opened his mouth to speak. Nothing sounded any more depressing or shrilling; not even an old witch's laugh. "I need you Jenny. Trust me that I do not wish to use you for the good of evil. I plan on returning to help you, but I just don't know when. I need you now more than ever Jenny; you've got to be strong for me. Please promise me that you will not forget who I am!" He said, holding her shoulders. Jenny hiccuped and sniffed, then nodded. Phil smiled at her, hugging her tightly. His blood started to seep into her shirt, mixing with the nearly dry sweat. "Be prepared..." He said, before melting into Jenny's body. She gasped, flailing back onto the wall, and clasping her stomach.
"Oh... G-God!" She screamed. Her belly bubbled badly as it began to expand outwards. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME DAD?!" When she saw the skin, the sign was even more dominant. It burned red hot, as her belly continued to billow out of her, forcing her onto her knees. She grimaced; sweat dumping all over the floor, followed by liquid snot. Her breasts had already tripled in size, busting through her shirt. Before Jenny knew it, she was many months pregnant, carrying something unexplainable inside her. She could feel it stir around, kicking hard in her womb. Her left hand caressed her belly button, which was one of the dots that surrounded the skull. Jenny couldn't even contemplate what had just occurred before her eyes. Even though her mind was confused, she knew what her father did. I was pregnant before, what does this mean now? He was already inside me, perhaps this was his way of showing me that he was? Jenny stood back up, barely able to keep herself from falling over. When she got to her feet, she leaned against the wall, holding tightly onto her belly. There was a loud crack of thunder, shaking the very foundations of the hallway, making it crack wide open.
The lights shut off one last time, exposing the lit cracks. They ran all over until the entire area around Jenny smashed into millions of pieces. "WAKE UP JENNY; YOU HAVE TO WAAAKEE UPPP!" a woman's voice called to her through the void. "Mom?" Jenny stirred on her bed, tossing around on her blankets. "Jen, wake up!" John said, nudging her. "AAAHHHHH!" she sat up hard, ripping at her shirt, screaming louder and louder. "Jen; JEN, CALM DOWN! You've had a bad dream." John said. She looked over at him; her hair stuck out everywhere. "Oh Dad!" She cried into his arms.
He rubbed her back, hushing her for a while. Jenny was so sick of this already, and she knew it has just begun. This wasn't the end for this chapter of her life and she knew it. When she calmed down, John started to speak. "You're awake now Jen. I have someone you need to meet." He didn't even notice Jenny's enormous belly. How does he not see this?! She watched him leave her room. On a foldable stand next to her bed, sat a tray with an assortment of food on it. Eggs, toast, waffles with syrup and butter and a tall glass of orange juice. Even though all of these foods looked appealing to her, Jenny just couldn't bring herself to eat all of it. She did eat one egg and a few bites of toast then drank a quarter of the juice. Once she did this, she stood up and wobbled over to the mirror, finally noticing in real life, how big she really was. When she turned sideways, her belly hit the dresser.
The skin seemed to crawl, bouncing around as the baby moved. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!" She yelled at her reflection. "Are you coming down yet?" John asked. She placed both hands on the dresser, sobbing to herself. She sniffed loudly, "Y-yeah; I'm on my way." When Jenny lifted her head, to look into her own eyes, she saw a totally different person. Bags formed in her once perfectly smooth skin, even more so than before. Her cheekbones stuck out even more, giving her the appearance of a living skeleton. Her once lightly tan skin, was now pale white. Her breasts were already straining as her shirt tried to keep them in. They were at least a D cup by now, Jenny figured, turning left to right.
She cried even harder this time, knowing what was becoming of her. John knocked on her door, "Jen; I can't keep this man waiting, come on now!" "I'm coming!" she barked back. "We're waiting, so hurry up." Jenny wiped her eyes, sniffing one last time and stood up. She needed to find some better fitting clothes, so she went to her closet, near the door. Knowing exactly what had just happened; knowing that her body was ravaged by some evil force that she had no idea about. "Let's just get this over with." she whispered. She pulled out a pair of dark blue sweat pants, and a big baggy, Playstation shirt. With the dream in her mind, freshly burnt; Jenny readied herself for who the person was downstairs, and what he or she wanted with her. She let her hair down, making a mental note to shower later, and slid on her clothes. Once she slid on a pair of blue socks with black shoes, she exited her room.