Dimensional Parasites

It was supposed to be just another Friday night at Miller’s Point. The kind of night where laughter echoed across the old wooden pier, and the scent of popcorn and cotton candy wafted through the air. My friends—Jake, Lila, and Mia—had been going there for as long as I could remember, our little escape from the mundane realities of school and homework. But this Friday felt different. There was a tension in the air, an undercurrent of something dark that sent shivers racing down my spine.

“Hey, let’s check out that old shed by the edge of the woods,” Jake suggested, his eyes glinting with mischief. We had heard stories about the shed: how it was rumored to be haunted, how kids from the town had dared each other to spend the night there. It was creepy, sure, but it was also exhilarating. 

Mia wrinkled her nose. “That place is falling apart. You really want to get lost in there?” 

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Jake insisted. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

With a sigh, I relented, the lure of adventure overwhelming my instincts. Lila, as usual, was on board with whatever Jake wanted. I often wondered if she had a secret crush on him, but tonight, all I could think about was the eerie thrill we were about to face.

The shed loomed ahead, its wooden boards warped and splintered, painted in a color long faded to a sickly gray. It felt like it was breathing, exhaling the secrets of those who had ventured inside before us. I shivered and tried to shake the feeling off as we creaked the door open. The inside was dark, cluttered with old tools, rotten furniture, and cobwebs that danced in the faint light of our flashlights.

“See? Nothing to be scared of,” Jake declared, but his voice wavered just a bit, a sign he might not be as fearless as he pretended. 

Lila and Mia were giggling, but I could feel the atmosphere shifting. It was as if the air thickened, pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. Something about this place felt wrong—like we were trespassing into a realm we weren’t meant to enter.

We started poking around, moving debris and laughing as we unearthed forgotten relics. An old radio crackled to life suddenly, a chilling tune filling the shed. The laughter faded, replaced by an uncomfortable silence. The static grew louder, warping the melody into something sinister. 

“Guys, let’s turn that off,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. 

Mia nodded, her eyes wide. “Yeah, it’s giving me the creeps.” 

But before we could switch it off, the radio spat out a garbled message. “They’re here… they’ve come back…” The words echoed in the confines of the shed, and I felt a cold dread settle in my stomach.

“Okay, okay, enough of this,” I said, trying to keep my tone light even as fear coiled around my heart. “Let’s head back.” 

But as we turned to leave, the door slammed shut behind us with a deafening bang. The four of us jumped, our hearts racing. “Did you lock it?” Lila asked, panic creeping into her voice.

“I didn’t touch it!” Jake insisted, pushing against the door, but it wouldn’t budge. 

Suddenly, a strange whispering filled the room. It was soft at first, like the rustling of leaves, but soon it crescendoed into a cacophony of voices—each one distinct yet merging into a chorus of terror. “Stay… stay… you belong to us now…”

Mia screamed, and that snapped us into action. We banged on the door, yelling for help, but no one was around. It felt as though the entire world outside had vanished. The voices grew louder, wrapping around us like a thick fog. 

I don’t know how long we were trapped there, struggling against the door, fighting against the encroaching madness of those voices. But then, I saw it—a shadow shifting in the corner, slithering just out of sight. A chill ran down my spine as I turned to face it, my flashlight beam cutting through the darkness.

That’s when I noticed the walls. They were alive, pulsating, shifting as if they were breathing. It was more than just old wood and rotting debris—it was as if the very structure of the shed was some kind of living organism. My heart raced as I realized what we had stumbled upon. 

“Guys, it’s not just a shed. It’s… it’s a trap!” I shouted, and the words echoed back at me, mocking me. 

The door rattled violently, and with a sudden burst of strength, it flew open. We stumbled outside, gasping for air, our hearts racing. The moon was bright above us, illuminating the clearing. But as we turned back to the shed, it was gone. Not just collapsed but erased, as if it had never existed. 

“What just happened?” Lila gasped, clutching my arm. 

I looked around, trying to catch my breath, when I noticed something unsettling—my friends. They looked different. Their eyes were wide, almost too wide, and their smiles stretched a little too far. I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong when Jake laughed, but it was not his laugh. It was deep, echoing in a way that sent chills down my spine. 

“We’re finally free,” he said, but the words felt wrong, distorted. “Join us… you’ll love it.” 

And just like that, I understood. The shed wasn’t a trap; it was a gateway. They hadn’t escaped; they had transformed. I backed away, fear clawing at my insides, as I realized I was the only one left untouched, the only one who hadn’t crossed over into whatever dark dimension lay beyond.

“Help me!” I screamed, but it was too late. The shadows coalesced around me, pulling me into their depths as I felt the final vestiges of my friends slip away. The last thing I saw was their faces, twisted into grins that were not their own, filled with an alien hunger.

I thought I had come to Miller’s Point to enjoy a night of fun. But instead, I had unleashed something far worse than I could ever imagine—a group of dimensional parasites that had taken the form of my friends. And as the darkness consumed me, I understood the horrifying truth: I was the next host.

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