Black Incubus
By Lydia Roberson
The catbird cried as I tried
to run
away from the wolf. I hid in some
bushes, but I quickly decided that they offered little protection, so I
ran behind a dead oak tree. But the damned thing could still pick up my
scent.
I could sense it close by as it slowly moved in prepared to pounce and
devour what lay inside me. My heart was filled with fear as my bladder
uncontrollably released. My body ached and my soul was slipping away.
Yet all I could think about as my life was surely about to end was the
accident that had killed my unborn child.
It all began when I casually decided to go for a drive. It was late in
the afternoon and I was feeling kind of sad and taking a drive usually
elevated my spirit. But it did not help me this time. For a moment I
allowed my mind to wander away from the windshield and all at once my
car went off the road and into a tree. Instantly I felt my child stop
breathing and moving. My heart broke into countless pieces. My baby was
dead.
As I crawled slowly out of the wreckage I left a trail of blood with
each painful move. Then I heard the sound of what I believed to be a cat
crying above my head. But when I looked up I did not find a cat stuck in
a tree, but a small bird looking down at me.
The bird cried as if it was trying to warn me of a horrific fate and
indeed it was. The wolf was behind me lavishly licking up my blood. Some
how I gained the strength to stand. I heard the catbird let out another
cry, which distracted the horrid beast long enough for me to run. God
had to be with me. It is the only logical explanation as to how I was
able to get away. But it was still on my trail. It hungrily followed the
blood that poured like a waterfall from my battered body. The wolf
wanted my dead baby. It wanted to feed on my child's unborn flesh.
The wolf spotted me behind the oak tree, but it only glared at me with
cruel eyes as saliva dripped from its bloody mouth. Suddenly, the
catbird manifested into a man-sized creature and swooped down then
ripped open the wolf's throat. The wolf let out a shrill cry before it died.
"Come!"� The catbird said to me without saying a word. "Let's feast upon
the wolf's carcass."� And we did. I became drowsy and fell asleep with
the taste of the wolf's flesh still on my tongue.
My baby began to move arousing me with its playful tiny kicks. When I
was fully awake I realized that everything was fine again. The Black
Incubus began to diminish and the catbird outside my window let out a
peaceful sigh.
bushes, but I quickly decided that they offered little protection, so I
ran behind a dead oak tree. But the damned thing could still pick up my
scent.
I could sense it close by as it slowly moved in prepared to pounce and
devour what lay inside me. My heart was filled with fear as my bladder
uncontrollably released. My body ached and my soul was slipping away.
Yet all I could think about as my life was surely about to end was the
accident that had killed my unborn child.
It all began when I casually decided to go for a drive. It was late in
the afternoon and I was feeling kind of sad and taking a drive usually
elevated my spirit. But it did not help me this time. For a moment I
allowed my mind to wander away from the windshield and all at once my
car went off the road and into a tree. Instantly I felt my child stop
breathing and moving. My heart broke into countless pieces. My baby was
dead.
As I crawled slowly out of the wreckage I left a trail of blood with
each painful move. Then I heard the sound of what I believed to be a cat
crying above my head. But when I looked up I did not find a cat stuck in
a tree, but a small bird looking down at me.
The bird cried as if it was trying to warn me of a horrific fate and
indeed it was. The wolf was behind me lavishly licking up my blood. Some
how I gained the strength to stand. I heard the catbird let out another
cry, which distracted the horrid beast long enough for me to run. God
had to be with me. It is the only logical explanation as to how I was
able to get away. But it was still on my trail. It hungrily followed the
blood that poured like a waterfall from my battered body. The wolf
wanted my dead baby. It wanted to feed on my child's unborn flesh.
The wolf spotted me behind the oak tree, but it only glared at me with
cruel eyes as saliva dripped from its bloody mouth. Suddenly, the
catbird manifested into a man-sized creature and swooped down then
ripped open the wolf's throat. The wolf let out a shrill cry before it died.
"Come!"� The catbird said to me without saying a word. "Let's feast upon
the wolf's carcass."� And we did. I became drowsy and fell asleep with
the taste of the wolf's flesh still on my tongue.
My baby began to move arousing me with its playful tiny kicks. When I
was fully awake I realized that everything was fine again. The Black
Incubus began to diminish and the catbird outside my window let out a
peaceful sigh.