Hey /x/ it's been a long time since I've been here,

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In 2016, Lette underwent a lot of medical procedures once her husband discovered to what degree her health had been neglected. Lette asked me at one point to drive her to her dentist for a wisdom tooth extraction. Aside from being surprised at Lette being nearly 30 and still having her wisdom teeth, I was totally okay with it. The thought of undergoing the procedure seemed to frighten her, though, and she couldn't hold on to any one topic of conversation for long.

She started telling me, unexpectedly, about interactions with her mother I had never known about. She told me about the punishments she'd been given for flouting her curfew, which she'd done a few times with me.

There was a room in the attic, she said, where they kept all the old things of her grandmother's. She had gotten trapped in at one point, and was only retrieved when someone had heard her screaming. Anytime after this, her mother had always threatened her with the room if she were bad. Eventually, she actually started locking Lette into the room.

Lette told me, just as we parked at the dentist's office, that her grandmother still lived in the room. She said everyone had thought her grandmother had committed suicide years ago. Lette had attended the ash scattering herself. But when they had come home, she had seen her grandmother crouching naked on the roof. She said when her grandmother had seen Lette notice her, she put a finger to her lips, and crawled into the window of the attic.

When Lette had run up to the attic, she saw bottles of vodka, syringes and needles, and cigarette butts scattered in the hallway and long gouges in the wallpaper along the floor. The door to the attic, which had always been locked in her memory, was ajar just a few inches. When she stepped toward the door, it was as though she had stepped into a plume of smoke from a garbage fire. The smell and heat swirling around her were incredibly awful. She thought it had only lasted an instant, but when she broke free the hallway was illuminated only by the light from the moon outside. Her grandmother's ash scattering had been in the late morning, and none of her family had noticed or cared that she'd been missing all day.

It was only when she descended the rickety staircase that she realized her body stung all over. When she looked at herself in the second story bathroom light, long, deep scratches had been drawn all over her body.

Her mother hadn't believed Lette when she told her about what she'd experienced. She blamed Lette for inflicting the wounds on herself and the trash in the third floor. And she did notice the curious, soporific effect the third floor had on her daughter. So whenever Lette became too independent or "smart", her mother would send her to the third floor for "cleaning."

The scars from those visits are still on her arms and legs today.

>>19113876
why are you telling us this? tldr

Il Bumperino.

Hot

>>19113876
Do go on OP. I find this thread quite intriguing.

So I got to reflect on this as Lette was admitted for her surgery. I sat in the waiting room, replaying the very vivid imagery her story provided for me.

I was only interrupted when one of the dental assistants popped out into the waiting room, looking anxious. She asked me if I was the one who'd come with Nicolette. I just kind of stared, perplexed until I realized she meant Lette and agreed. The girl was a little wild eyed, and was shifting nervously. She asked me to come with her without further explanation, and I was forced to follow her.

In the examination room, Lette was demanding she be given her extracted teeth. Her surgeon was refusing gently, and told me once I had arrived that Lette had already ingested one, but was otherwise doing well. We went into an adjacent recovery room for her to get her bearings, and she demanded of me repeatedly if the mask was still on her face. People didn't like her without her mask. It was why her mother made her drink her "people milkshakes".

At this point I was assuming the poor girl was high as a kite on whatever they'd given her as a sedative. She kept plucking at her face as if to verify it were still there and real. I asked her, hoping to prompt her into some semblance of rationalization, where else she expected het face to be. She considered me, very lucidly, and said, as though she thought me a complete moron

"This isn't my real face, dummy. It's a mask. Just like Grammy wore her mask. Else people would know we eat them for a living."

Well. Thank god that hadn't been creepy or anything. I would have been afraid to be driving her home alone. But she lapsed into a sleep, and it took me a dental assistant to scrape her out of the wheelchair they lent me into the car.

She revived, briefly, on the way home and asked me drunkenly not to tell Ty (her husband) that she ate people. I assured her that her secret was safe with me, but cold sweat was already dripping in rivulets down my back.

Christ this next part is going to make me sound crazy AF. But I'm going to relay it as faithfully as I remember

I Am Lust

On our journey back to her house, she embarked on a winding story about how her mother made her this amazing "human replacement" milkshake. Using blood and heart tissue, Lette's mom would blend it with some form of milk, grain product, and a crap ton of sugar. She had learned the recipe from HER mother, she said. Her grandmother had been the last in a long line of things that were originally called El Ghûl. The traits weren't always passed along, and appeared irregularly in families. But the result, she said, was an enjoyment of human flesh.

Have I mentioned that Lette is a brilliant linguist? She learned French, Japonese, and Korean in a matter of years and speaks them like a native speaker. This is another result of genetics, she says. It's how her "line" gets people to trust her; she appears wounded, in need of help, and as one of their own. And once she's taken in to be cared for, she gradually turns them against each other before devouring them separately.

Soooo.... what would you say to something like that? I politely nodded and included "ah"s and "I see"s in the appropriate points. Honestly, I was terrified. She explained it was how she was so affiliated with the strange things she was always surrounded with. Why shadows tagged around her like little dogs, waiting for scraps to be dropped.

But, she said as I was pulling into her driveway, she loved me almost as much as she loved Ty and would never do anything to hurt me. I thanked her for her graciousness and half carried her inside, where she promptly passed out on the couch.

Despite my every nerve screaming for me to flee, I stayed and watched her sleep off the drugs effects.

This is pretty nut worthy

In about an hour she started coming back around. I gently prodded her, trying to get her to come back to consciousness.

She asked me to make her a pop tart. When I told her it probably wasn't the best idea after wisdom tooth extraction, and asked her (teasingly) if she wanted her "human replacement milkshake", she looked at me very seriously. What I had hoped to be a drug fueled joke suddenly became a solid five minutes of her just... staring at me.

When she finally asked me how I knew about that, it was my turn to just... stare at her. While her glare grew more and more intense, my mouth grew drier and drier. Suddenly, she burst into tears.

She apologized over and over again. The unexpected reaction made me move forward to comfort her. She moulded into her chest like she always did when she was upset. She told me how scared she was now that she'd left her parents and she didn't know what to do about her "cravings". She was afraid to tell her husband. She was certain he would abandon her. She was monstrous. Why would t he?

what happened next?

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>>19114155
>Suddenly, she burst into tears.
>dat tell tale sociopathic manipulation

Wise up, OP...

But please continue!

Run OP, she'll eat you and not in the good way

I convinced her eventually to calm down. Whatever her mother had convinced her, it wasn't the truth. I assured her she was the most genuine and human person I knew. I persuaded her to let me take a sample of her "human replacement milkshake" and send into a chemfag friend of mine to discover what was in it. Despite her hysterical crying, she agreed. It was probably good her husband showed up then because she was starting to feel nauseous from her crying.

A few hours later, and the cocktail from her mother in a freezer baggies in my lunch cooler, she texted me. She apologized for her sudden loss of sanity. She explained her mother had been dosing her since she was a teenager with hallucogenic drugs with the "milkshake", convincing Lette she was some horrible monster for showing her grandmother's tendencies. Which were the conviction that she could see and influence things that others couldn't see.

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>>19113754
>Anyways Lette's the "odd duck" of the family. Her parents liked to pretend she didn't exist because of her strange behavior and insistence on seeing things that everybody knew weren't really there.

I think the real reason why her parents pretend she didn't exist is that she's ugly as fuck.

>>19113754
Oh hell yeah, op, I remember those threads from back then, nice to see you around

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>>19114190
Different strokes for different folks yadda yadda yadda no one cares...

Go on OP

Unfortunately, I didn't get any of these texts until I was back home at my apartment a couple towns away. Damn service provider... but I texted her back, telling her no matter what she would always be family to me, and I loved her no matter what.

I really meant it, too. Even today, I freely admit I love her. She's like a little sister to me. I referred back to old adventures we went on, saying they were the best times of my life. She didn't respond to them, but I didn't get too upset. It was entirely possibly her husband had stored her phone out of sight to prevent her from making any more dubious admissions of humanity.

It was already midnight when I got to bed, and got an email back from my chemfag friend. She told me the mixture was mostly soy based and laced heavily with peyote. There was a weird sort of fungal or algae compound as well she was still trying to narrow down. But by this time I was already drifting in and out of sleep.

I don't know exactly what it was that woke me up. But when I opened my eyes, I could see Lette standing over me in the half light.

>>19114257
Go on

quickly op I need the rest of the story

And she was completely naked. Not a stitch on her that I could see. Thinking I was in the midst of a bizzare dream, I could only stare at the still image of my cousin, glowing white in the darkness of the room. Despite the fact Lette isn't related to me by blood, I still consider her to be family. And I don't consider family as sexy subjects. So rather than arousal, I was just confused and a little afraid.

And then she pulled down the blankets and climbed into the bed with me. The feeling of her skin, the hardness of her shins and wrists against my body, and the softness of her chest and thighs pressing into my side and winding around my legs were a sharp awakening that it wasn't even remotely a dream.

Her lips were wet. She muttered apologies over and over into my ear as she squeezed against me. Her body was ice cold, and she was shivering so hard she was vibrating half of my body.

I have no idea why I wasn't more upset by the whole scenario. But despite me continuously guiding her hands away from inappropriate places, I felt myself steadily losing consciousness.

>>19114288
I fell asleep to her placing frantic kisses with frozen lips onto my face. The rest of the night? I have no idea. When I woke the next day, it was to Lette's obnoxious text tone on my phone.

I was completely alone in my bed, clothed, but so sore it felt as if I were fighting off the flu. Also, incredibly tired for having just woken up. I think I fell back asleep for a couple hours, because I woke up to my supervisor calling me, asking what the hell my deal was, that I was a full two hours late for work. I think I sounded convincingly awful when I responded that I thought I'd caught something. He even suggested swinging by to make sure I was okay. I'm not sure what I said in response, because I think I fell back asleep or passed out.

>>19114308
>so sore it felt as if I were fighting off the flu.
bet she felt great the next day

This is pretty lit

>>19114190
kek

>>19114288
This story needs to have a happy ending man

Or it's own movie

>>19114401
A Brazzers movie

is op kill?

>>19114415
Not with that face it doesn't

Well mabey a brand new pornsite

I'd pay for porn of this.

>>19114308
Someone was repeatedly shoving me. Not gently, either. Sharp fingertips digging right into my floating ribs. Someone said something- you remember the "wah wah wah wah wah wah" sounds adults made in the Charlie Brown movies? Yeah, that can actually happen in real life. And then suddenly, the jabbing feeling in my side disappeared, and there was a higher, responding noise. It felt like it took a ridiculous time for me to coordinate my eyes and limbs enough to open one and move the other. It was like I had just loaded a new video game and was trying to figure out the controls.

There was a rush of a tangy, metallic smell and I almost threw up. I could clearly smell blood. This jolted me into consciousness, and I sat up abruptly in bed. But I was alone. My room, aside for myself, was decidedly empty.

For whatever reason, this has stuck in my head more stringently than anything else. I eventually did recover from whatever weird sickness or hangover I was suffering from. Lette visited me often after that, but only at night. She would snuggle up in bed next to me, like she always had done when she was a kid. Nothing odd ever happened in the bed, at least not what I'd thought had happened before.

I don't know if I was hallucinating or what. I thought, at one point, that Lette had come in at one point dripping with water and plastered with dirt. Her eyes had been a strange, milky color, and she smelled like ozone next to me.

When I finally recovered three days after Lettr's surgery, I discovered her waiting in her car outside of my apartment, drinking a coffee. Despite my telling her I had to get to work because I'd already missed three days, she told me to shut up and come help her clean out her parents' house. I did, but just because she had a coffee waiting for me too. What can I say, Best Buy is desperate for workers where I lived, which is why I wasn't fired.

The house cleaning itself was weird, but another story unto itself.

>>19114425
Speak for urself

she's cute

Hey guys, it's getting late where I am, and I have to be up early in the AM. Sorry to ditch you so soon, but I'll be back.

>>19114479
she seems cute. did she bleed you or something?

>>19114043
wow what a quality post.
Go jerk yourself off somewhere else.

>>19113876
nice story, you should write it up into a book and sell it to morons

Pretty cool stuff. Any links to the old stories?

>>19114215
goddamn she was hot when dirty and grimy

>>19113754
I remember this story. I always remember it for some reason. I just can't find the screen caps anymore.

>>19115825
>I remember this story. I always remember it for some reason.

yeah, because OP spammed it and forced it all over this board for years so it was very hard to miss. I have no idea why he's so obsessed with this shrek looking girl, must be some kind of incest fetish.

>>19113754

Cool story OP, except none of this happened.

Go attend a creative writing class or something. Where people will actually care about these incestuous musings of your schizophrenic cousin.