Baby With Adult Teeth

In a dark corner of a dark pub, I met a woman I loved dearly. We loved like no other has loved and soon we married. After 2 months, she was pregnant.

And finally, after 9 laborious months, a child was born. But my love did not survive.

After her death, I loathed the child and as he grew, my hate grew.

And then, one day, out of the blue, he had Adult teeth. It's teeth being equal, almost bigger, than mine. I was horribly frightened, and I rushed to a doctor. When I brought him into the room, they looked at me like I was an alien. "Sir, your child has no teeth at all!" and "There is nothing there." is what they repeated. They were treating me like I was fucking crazy. One doctor even referred me to a shrink. I stormed out, with this wretched creature in my arms. When I got to my vehicle, I stared at it and it stared back. Dead, lifeless, dark eyes stared back at me. When I arrived home, I placed the baby in its crib, covering the top with a large sheet of metal. I made sure, by hell, I made absolutely sure it was sturdy and fortified. Then I retreated to my bed, locked the door, and began attempting sleep. Night terrors is all I had that night, not rest. My own mind playing tricks on me, I was a prisoner to my own mind. I told myself to wake up, but it wasn't working. I let out the loudest scream I could but that only made the terrors grow in length. The terrors consisted of large eyes surrounding me, coming closer everytime I closed mine. The cursed demon society named my child, chasing after me. And my sweet love, dying in her bed, looking serene and gorgeous, saying to me "Wake up, Monty." Then I woke up. My door swung open, pitch black absorbing my vision, except for the small hallway light. And in the small slimmer of light, I saw dead, lifeless eyes staring back at me. I let out a scream and blinked. Then it was gone. That was a restless night. I held a knife in my hand, and every light in the house was on. The baby's crib was bizarre. It was warped, the bars curved and swirled, and the walls mismatched with metals, woods, and unknown things. Eventually, daylight came.

And so did rain.

I was terrified when morning came but I grabbed the demon with adult teeth. I sprinted outside and put him in the rain. Then I learned something I wish I knew before.

When it rains, he shrieks.

His mouth went agape, showing off his hideous teeth and letting out an inhuman sound. I panicked. I didn't know what to do. I backed up to the doorway, the child in front of me on the sidewalk pavement. I sprinted towards it, slamming my foot into his demonic mouth. It bit down. I screamed. I tried to take off my slipper, though the creature had hold of my toes. I could feel it ripping through the bone, severing them from my foot. I put my foot to the ground, the thing holding on, and with the other foot stomped the thing. This caused it to let go of my foot in which I used the opportunity to retreat and try again. This time, I aimed for its skull. I sprinted towards it, slamming my left foot into its skull, my right still bleeding. I punted that little fucker into the street, where he was promptly ran over. I went inside, closed the door, sat on the couch and rested. When I awoke, my foot was healed and I was in a crib of my own. It had large metal bars, and a surrounding concrete wall. For many months, I was transferred and talked to. I ignored everyone who spoke to me, as I suspected the demons had sent them. They had lifeless eyes as well. Soon I was in a white room, with almost nothing. It was safe. I survived the demons. No one believes me when I tell them, no one, because everyone is with the demons. I am the only one, I guess. My sweet love would believe me, she was a human. But she was taken by them.

Years have past and the demons gave me this journal to write in. And perhaps a human will read this, but please, for the love of God, remember.

The Baby had Adult teeth. And when it rained, he shrieked.