No Bachelor Party Is Worth This

I don't really know where else to turn. Something is happening to me. Its...really embarrassing, actually. I think maybe if I just, keep my thoughts here, in a safe place, that maybe I'll be able to keep myself grounded. I certainly cant tell anyone in my real life. My wife, my family, my co-workers, they wouldnt know what to do with me. Probably lock me up, that's what they would do.

Let me start at the beginning. I am a computer programmer living in a suburb north of Seattle. I have a good life, I make a decent pay, for a decent days work, and I have the most beautiful wife in the world. We don't have any kids yet, but maybe soon. Well...probably not now, but we'll see.

So I was at a bachelor party. It was harmless, a couple of strippers, some booze. One of my oldest buddies from work was finally tying the knot with his high school sweetheart, and we were just letting off a little steam before the big event.

Afterward, I was one of the last to leave. I wasn't that drunk, so i decided to drive myself home. I got in the car, had some gum, fired up the engine, and was off.

About 10 minutes in a suddenly this, big, dark, thing, I don't really know how to describe it. Well, it basically looms up in front of my car. I slam on the brakes, I swerve, but it wasn't enough, I definitely hit something, I could feel the initial bump, and then again as whatever it was fell off of the hood.

I immediately got out to check it out. I had hit my head, but just a little, and it was ringing as I opened the door and walked around to the front.

But there was nothing there.

I stood, staring for a moment. I looked around to see if they, if it, had maybe crawled off out of the way, but there was nothing.

Then suddenly i was slammed from behind. I fell face first on the hood of my car, and there was this pressure bearing down on my back. It was strong, but strangely soft, and yielding. I thought I felt fur, but it might have just been flesh, or even cloth, the thick cotton from a heavy coat. I don't know. Whatever it was, and I knew this distinctly, it had a female body.

So there I was, bent over the hood of my car, some extremely strong female pressing my face into the steal of the vehicle, and so I start screaming. I didn't know what the hell was going on.

Then there was pain. It was intense, and it started somewhere in the back of my head. I sort of blacked out after that.

When i woke up I was torn, and bloodied. I was bleading not only from the back of my head, but from my entire back, and sides. I was scraped, torn, and ripped to shreds. But I was alive, and the blood loss seamed like it might be manageable. Thankfully, most of the pain dulled in the light of physical shock.

I didn't go to a hospital, I didn't go home, I actually pulled a big heavy trench coat out of the back of my car, and I went to CVS. The coat covered most of my body, and broad rimmed hat, pulled down, covered my face and head, and I was able to get all of the bandages and neosporin that I needed.

Sitting outside in my car, it began to rain. That was a good thing, as it washed most of the blood off of the hood of the car. Good. I didn't want to have to explain that to a cop if I got pulled over anyways.

As I removed my clothes to try and tend to my wounds, I found that amazingly enough, under the blood, the flesh appeared to be healed.

I couldn't believe it. I had been openly bleeding just a few minutes ago. I knew it because my clothes, the inside of the coat, even my car was covered in blood.

Before I left i went back in the pharmacy and bought several rolls of paper towel, and some cleaning agent. I had to clean up this mess before I got home. I didn't want to have to explain this to anyone, but especially not to her. She is just so beautiful, and sweet, and I just dont deserve her, and she doesn't deserve this.

I cleaned up, went home, and snuck in. She was in the kitchen, but luckily, I was able to bypass her, and head straight for the bathroom to take a shower. Afterward I trashed the clothes, and feeling like a new man, I was able to face the world.

Except...things have been happening to me now. For one thing...I think I'm growing. Both like.....bigger, like a body builder, but chubbier, but also taller. My wife hasn't noticed yet but I am a good 3 inches taller. Ive managed to hide it by just, slouching, and sitting a lot when shes around, but if this keeps up she'll know something is going on.

I also havent slept, like, at all, since that night. Sometimes I'll lie down, and close my eyes, and I think I'm dreaming. I have really lucid visions of running, chasing, screaming and howling like a wild man, but then I'll open my eyes, and I will be outside, running down the street, or maybe I'll be climbing out a window, or once, i was actually on the roof, about to jump off.

There are other changes. Ive been angrier lately, more....nasty to the people around me. I crave meat, all of the time. I also have become fascinated with vuiolent television. i spend hours at night, while I cant sleep, watching UFC fighting, pausing it and playing back the bloodiest most violent parts ion slow mode. Its kind of disturbing, even to me, but i cant help it.

Im not sure what to do now. If everything stayed just like it is, I think I would be fine, but things keep getting worse. Pretty soon something will have to give. I don't know what to do.