26. Gnaw Fear

Demonic possession?

This was the only explanation Rita could think of. There was no other reason why she would suddenly lose control of her mouth like that.

Up until her that moment, Rita was spending a fairly normal and quiet night in by herself. She was catching up on her recorded episodes of Desperate Housewives and eating a healthy dinner of popcorn, diet coke and Kitkat.

Suddenly she spat the popcorn she was chewing and her mouth started moving randomly. It was as if someone else remote controlled her chin and lips.

Rita looked down at her mouth in horror and saw her lips moving uncontrollably. Was she having a seizure or a stroke?

Rita got up and walked to the big mirror by the front door. At least it seemed as if she still had full control of the rest of her body. As she saw her mouth move in the mirror she wanted to say “what the hell?” but nothing came out. Her mouth was no longer hers.

Rita was startled when her mouth snapped, biting several times in quick succession. Then her mouth opened as wide as it could and remained open.

Rita’s eyes were bulging out in horror as she checked her bizarre reflection. What the hell was going on? She tried her very best to close her mouth by willing it to close with no success.

Slowly her tongue rose and started poking out of her mouth. In the mirror it looked as if it was floating, like a magic carpet. Rita was not doing it. She lost control over her tongue as well. She looked in the mirror at her wide open mouth and erect tongue.

The her mouth shut close. The pain was unbelievable and she could taste blood. She wanted to scream in pain, but nothing came out.

Then the mouth opened and snapped again. And again. After a few bites her tongue got severed and fell to the floor.

Blood was gushing out of Rita’s mouth. She put her hands to her mouth by instinct, to stop the bleeding, and her teeth bit deep into her right hand.

Screaming only inside her mind, Rita drew her hands away.

Now she seemed to have lost control of her head and neck. At least partially. Her head turned to the side and tried to bite her right shoulder. It was an awkward angle, but the teeth still managed to tear at the skin.

Rita wrestled with herself and fell to the floor on her back, gurgling her own blood. She was writhing all over the place, trying to keep her teeth from biting the rest of her body.

Then her mouth stopped moving.

For a second it seems as if it was over, whatever it was.

A second after Rita started to hope against hope, her teeth wrapped against her upper lip and tore at it.

Immediately the same happened with her lower lips.

Rita bled to death as her teeth kept snapping.