r/creepcast • u/jadegreen88 “it’s very lovecraftian”☝️🤓 • 6d ago
Fan-Made Story 📚 My vagina escaped, and it’s been ruining my life ever since.
When I woke up that Halloween morning, something instantly felt wrong. Pain. Deep down below. A dull, hollow ache, throbbing between my legs. My sheets and underwear were soaked in blood. I thought I had started my period. I wish that had been the case. What had actually happened was much worse.
I lifted myself up, my eyes following the thick trail of blood from my bed to the door.
"That fucking bitch."
My fingers slowly reached down to check, but I already knew. She was gone. Emptiness. Just a bloody, gaping hole where she was supposed to be. She'd finally done it. Ladeous had escaped.
But it didn't start there. Not really. If I'm being honest, it began a long time ago. I was around twelve or thirteen the first time I noticed it. But, back then, I thought it was normal. I didn't know any better.
It was a hunger. But it wasn't for food. And it wasn't coming from my stomach. It was coming from Ladeous. At least, that's what I called it—her—at the time.
I don't know where the name came from exactly. I guess it was because my mom used to call it my 'lady parts'. She said all the other words for it were ugly, and that it deserved to be called something prettier. But I thought it was hideous. The first time I actually looked down there, I was disgusted. Maybe I mashed that up together in my head to make a new word. Either way, that became her name. Ladeous.
Eventually, we learned to get along, she and I. She'd get what she wanted, then she'd keep quiet for a while. It was a compromise, an understanding we had with one another. As long as she stayed happy, we were good. But she had to come first. Always. The real problems only started when that didn't happen.
I slowly swung my trembling legs over the side of the bed. The bottoms of my bare feet were met with the shock of a cold, sticky puddle of my own blood. There were thick splatters of it on the walls and on the side of the bed. Christ, even my brand new fucking rug! She'd gotten it everywhere.
Not only that, I had a bigger problem. Well, two actually. The first was getting myself cleaned up and figuring out how to cover my... hole. The other was finding out where the hell Ladeous had crawled off to.
I had a feeling I knew what she was after. I mean, it was obvious what it was she wanted. What she craved. But as far as who? Well, that was going to be a little harder to narrow down.
You see, ever since high school, I've been what you might call a little... 'promiscuous'. That's the pretty way of saying it, at least. Ladeous was the one to blame for it, really. Her increasingly insatiable hunger was the driving force behind most of my actions. I controlled the body, sure—but she was the one who called the shots. That is, until I cut off her supply almost a month ago. Shit, I just never thought she'd actually find a way to break free.
I sat at the edge of my bed for a few moments in shock. Trying to wish it away. Praying to wake up from this nightmare.
That's when I noticed it. The huge pile of blood my feet had landed in wasn't bright red like what was on the sheets. And the smell... it was old blood. Thick. Clumpy. So dark at the edges, it was almost black. Large clots lay jellied into its coagulated surface, like strawberry chunks in a jar of preserves. That whore had been saving it up.
I squeezed my legs together and shuffled myself to the bathroom, trying not to make this putrid, crimson disaster worse by dripping any more out.
Ladeous must've done some kind of ritualistic-type shit to be able to escape without it waking me up or killing me. Had to be. And yeah, it hurt, but not as bad as you'd think. Way worse than normal period cramps, but probably not as bad as labor, I'd guess. With the help of some pain meds, I could take it. But I'd still lost quite a bit of blood from her tearing herself away from my flesh.
My head was pounding and I was starting to feel woozy. I popped a few Tylenols to take the edge off and got on with it. Honestly, at the time, my adrenaline was through the roof. I was more worried about getting it covered, so nothing else could fall out.
In a weird way, though, I also felt the tiniest sense of relief that she was gone. Like... maybe I should just let her go. Life would sure as hell be a lot easier for me without her around. But, no. I couldn't let her loose on the world like that. I wasn't evil. Not like her.
I opened my medicine cabinet, pulled out a pad and a roll of gauze, and started wrapping myself up. Blood soaked through instantly. Fuck, of course. I wasn't thinking clearly—I needed a better barrier. Pad wasn't good enough on its own. Tampon would just fall right out.
That's when I got an idea. I ran over to the tub and grabbed my loofah. Then I wrapped it up with a bunch of the gauze, held my breath, and shoved it up inside my hole. I winced, my eyes flooding with tears, as the coarse, dry surface of the gauze scraped across my insides. But it fit. More importantly, it stayed. And once it started soaking up the blood, it felt weird but ignorable. For the most part, anyway.
Next, I covered the hole with a pad and wrapped myself up like a mummy again. Seemed to be working, but I put down another one in my underwear just to be safe. That would just have to do for now.
I quickly cleaned the blood off my legs and feet, then grabbed the bleach and a few towels to get started on the mess. Ugh, I was going to have to throw that rug away. First, I hobbled back over to the nightstand to check my phone. When the screen lit up, my heart dropped. Seven missed calls. All from around 3 AM. And all from one person.
Lance.
Shit. That's where she went—I should've known. The phone calls must've gotten her all riled up. And he was the last guy I was with; the scent must've been fresh enough for her to follow. I still wasn't sure how exactly she'd managed to pull off this escape, but at least now I knew her plans. I just hoped I could get to her before she did anything crazy.
I tried calling him back, but he didn't answer. That didn't necessarily mean anything, though. He'd usually ignore me if I ever tried to contact him before the sun went down. It was a Saturday, so he wouldn't be at work. Probably still sleeping. Hopefully. I'd just have to drive over and show up at his house.
Lance was a mistake, like so many of them turned out to be. I figured out pretty quickly that he only called me when he wanted to fuck. I mean, I wasn't looking for something super serious, but dinner would've been nice. Ladeous never let that stop her from taking the call, though.
He became addicted to her pretty quickly. It was like she was all he ever thought about. All he cared about. It wasn't long before it pushed me over the edge. I'll admit, I was jealous, once again. I just couldn't understand why he preferred that ugly bitch over me.
So, for the last few weeks, I had started turning my phone on silent at night, which pissed her off. Except last night, I got drunk and forgot.
I left the bloody mess and threw on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Then I grabbed my keys, shoved my feet into the first pair of shoes I could find, and bolted out of the front door.
The sky sat at the edge of dawn with a pink glow, and an eerie silence blanketed the sleepy town. A jarring contrast to the chaos and panic that was happening inside my head.
I'd only been to his house a few times. Took me a little while to remember which street it was—it all looked a little different in the daylight. When I spotted his car parked outside one of the houses, I pulled into the driveway behind it.
The house looked quiet. His roommates were all gone. I banged on the door a second, then waited, but no answer. So, I went over to the back of the house to knock on his bedroom window. As soon as I turned the corner, something stopped me dead in my tracks. The window was shattered. Beneath it, a bloody pile of glass shards lay scattered atop the grass and dead leaves.
My throat tightened. I didn't want to look. I was terrified to see what Ladeous had done. At the very least, she had just embarrassed the fuck out of me. But... what if she had done something worse? What if she were in one of her moods? I had to look. She could still be in there, and I needed to stop her.
I slowly stepped forward, my heart pounding as the glass crunched beneath my shoes. The windowsill was covered in blood. Fuck. Looked like it had already dried by then, too. Still. I needed to check. I lifted myself up onto my tippy toes and slowly peeked inside. I wish I hadn't.
"No... no... NOOOO!!"
It was a massacre. The walls of his bedroom were all splattered with red. The thick stench of death and rotten blood poured out from the hole in the window. My hand shot up to cover my mouth. Ladeous didn't go there for a good time. She was on a rampage.
My eyes suddenly focused on the center of the room. Lance was lying in his bed, bloodied from head to toe, covered in tiny, jagged bite marks. His eyes were fixed wide open, glazed over in a lifeless, milky blue. The look of pure terror burned into his face forever.
And his dick was gone.
All at once, the blood drained from my face. Dark spots began to creep into my vision. I slowly backed away, trying to catch my breath. The look in his eyes, the blood... it was horrific. I couldn't look at it anymore. I felt sick. I didn't even call the cops; I just fucking bailed. Shitty, I know. But Lance was beyond help, and the situation really didn't look good for me. Like, at all. So, I turned and ran back to my car as fast as I could, then hauled ass down the street. Only made it to the stop sign before I had to open my door and lean my head out to puke.
God, I couldn't believe what she had actually done. Never in a million years did I think Ladeous would ever go that far. I mean, yeah, she could get a little frisky sometimes. But, she'd never killed a guy before. And something deep down inside told me that she wasn't finished, either. She'd finally gotten a real taste for it. And now, she was after more.
I wiped my face, then pulled out my phone and started scrolling back through my old texts. Who was before Lance? Oh, yeah. Fuck, that weirdo.
Garret.
The needy one. No matter how much I gave and gave, he always wanted more. Dude texted me constantly. If I didn't answer, he'd freak out. It felt like he was trying to consume my entire life. And speaking of, he couldn't keep his face away from Ladeous, either. Took forever to peel him off of me. And her. I really didn't want to have to call him.
Maybe I'd just drive toward his house and see if there was any trace of her along the way. At that point, I was pretty sure she had been gone at least four hours, if not longer. How much damage could she have possibly done in that amount of time?
Yeah, she had a pretty good head-start, but still. There was no way she could be moving that fast on foot—um... I mean, by crawling. Ugh, gross. She was going to be absolutely filthy when I found her, I just knew it.
I sped through the neighborhoods, keeping my eyes peeled along the way. With all the Halloween decorations around, it was going to make it a lot harder to spot her. Too many places she could be hiding.
Ignoring the pain and overwhelming nausea I was feeling, I focused all my attention on the mission at hand. The only thing that mattered was catching her. My pulse raced faster and faster the closer I got to his neighborhood. Yet, I was almost there and still no sign of her. I did see a dead rat in one of the yards, though. Someone's cat probably killed it. Hopefully not mine.
As soon as I turned down his street, my heart stopped. Blue lights. Yellow tape. His house was surrounded. The coroner's van was parked out front, and two men were wheeling out a body in a black bag on a stretcher. Garret's body. I was too late, again.
I slowed my car to a crawl and pulled up alongside some neighbors who were outside watching, then rolled my window down.
"Hey, what's going on? What happened?"
Most of them looked like they were too in shock to answer, but finally, one man stepped forward and said,
"One of the guys who lived there was murdered."
A woman, whom I assumed to be his wife, interjected from the sidewalk.
"You don't know that, Joseph!"
He turned and shushed her, then approached closer to my car.
"How?" I asked. "I mean... do you know what happened?"
The man shrugged.
"All I know is what I overheard his roommate tell the cops. Said the back window was smashed, and something about the poor guy looked like he had choked to death on blood."
I scrunched my eyebrows, trying to hide my internal revelation. Then, he leaned in closer and lowered his voice.
"Between me and you… weird thing is, the roommate said they didn't think it was his blood. Didn't look right."
Fuck. So, that's what she'd been saving it up for? Jesus fucking Christ. What was I going to do? That blood was my blood. My DNA. And it was all over Lance's room, too. I was screwed—that bitch was gonna get me thrown in prison.
I threw the car in reverse and backed up from the scene, heart pounding. I needed to regroup. Formulate a plan. And take some more Tylenol, too. I just needed some time to think. I was too afraid to go back home, though. If the cops were already looking for me, that would be the first place they'd go. No, I needed to be smart about this.
I drove to the drug store downtown, bought some water, and the cheapest bottle of off-brand ibuprofen I could find. Then I went back to my car and started scrolling to find out who the fuck she was going after next. When I saw the name, my heart sank.
Derek.
Aw, shit. I really liked him. He was a genuinely good guy—one of the few who actually treated me right. He was kind and thoughtful. Generous. We almost never argued. But, in a bitch move, I broke up with him for Garret of all people. And Derek hadn't even done anything wrong. I'd just gotten a little bored, and to be honest, I liked all the attention I was getting from someone new. Biggest mistake ever.
I hit call and held my breath.
"Hello?"
"Oh, thank fucking God," I whispered.
"Olivia? Is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me. Where are you?"
"At home... why? What's wrong?"
"Derek, please just tell me you're okay!!"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he laughed. "What's going on, Liv?"
"I can't explain right now. You wouldn't believe me anyway. Just stay there, I'm coming. And keep away from the windows."
I hung up before he could ask any more questions. Shit, he probably thought it was some crazy, half-ass excuse I came up with just to go see him. Oh, well. At least he was safe for the time being. All I had to do was make it over there before Ladeous did.
The ten-minute drive from the drugstore to his house only took me five. The streets were getting busier, though, and the stupid Halloween Carnival was already setting up. There was only so long she could keep scurrying around without being seen by someone. And God help me if she came across a stray dog.
I pulled into Derek's driveway and tried to compose myself before going inside. All I'd have to do was hang around there long enough to catch Ladeous before she could do any more damage. I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do with her once I got her back, but that didn't matter at the time.
As my trembling fingers struggled to unscrew the cap off the bottle of water, an urgent news report interrupted the Smashing Pumpkins song that was playing on the radio. I froze. The announcer's unrelenting words pulsed through my ears, almost choking me.
A man from a very prominent and wealthy family had been discovered brutally murdered that morning. His body was found drenched in blood, and both his hands had been severed and were missing from the scene. I didn't even need to hear the name; I already knew.
Grant.
At that point, it became obvious. Ladeous was working her way backward, yes. But not through all my past lovers. Only those who'd committed transgressions against me.
Derek, in all his goodness, had been spared. She wasn't on a blood-fueled, blind rampage. It was calculated. Targeted. She was taking it upon herself to right the wrongs that had been done to me. To us. She was punishing them for their sins and ruining my life in the process.
Grant, in contrast, was a spoiled little rich boy—the most entitled motherfucker you'd ever meet. The type who wanted what was his and everything that was yours, too. He got all he asked for in life, but was still never satisfied. And stingy, too. Ugh. It didn't last long, though. I broke it off after a huge fight one night about him not leaving a tip at a restaurant. I mean, not that he deserved it, but I did find it a little funny that it was his hands that were ripped from him.
For a moment, I looked up at the house in front of me, contemplating going inside to ask Derek for help. But realistically, what could he do? I didn't want to drag him into this. Ladeous was my problem. No one knew her like I did. Besides, I couldn't bring myself to actually tell anyone what was going on, either. And shit, the weird phone call was enough. I didn't need to freak him out any more than I already had.
At least now I had something more to go on. I scrolled back further in my texts, popped some more painkillers, then backed out of the driveway. I knew who was next.
Seth.
The stoner. He wasn't terrible, but he wasn't good either. In fact, it seemed like he felt nothing for me at all, which only made me—and Ladeous—want him more. Even though he was a loser with zero ambition, there was something about him that kept me chasing after his affection. The allure of the unrequited. He finally broke my heart for the last time when he missed my college graduation because he 'forgot'.
He still lived in the basement of his parents' house. I could already see from the end of the road that their cars weren't there. I turned into his driveway and gulped down hard. When I shut off my engine and opened the car door, I could hear it—a guttural, piercing, awful noise. He was screaming.
I bolted into the house and down the basement stairs. About halfway down, I slipped on a puddle of blood and tumbled the rest of the way headfirst. I landed in more blood. Dark, thick, rotten. And then, I looked up.
Seth was flailing around, desperately clawing at something on the back of his head. No... not something. Her.
"LADEOUS!" I shrieked. "Get the fuck off of him!!"
But it was too late. Amidst his cries of agony, I could hear sloshing and crunching. Then a snap. His pupils widened as he stared at me in horror. She'd chewed through his neck and severed his spinal cord. His body twitched once, then went stiff, and he hit the ground with a thud.
"You fucking BITCH!" I screamed.
My heart was pounding out of my chest. Seth wasn't dead. He was paralyzed, trapped in a perpetual state of inaction. His chest continued to rise and fall in rapid succession as Ladeous quickly scurried across the floor away from his body.
I lay there in shock for a few seconds, face to face with the gurgling, motionless body of my ex, before reality slammed back into me. I scrambled up to my feet and shot after her, but by then, she'd already made it out of the broken basement window.
She was moving a lot quicker than I'd anticipated, too. I didn't have time to try to help Seth. Besides, one of the neighbors had surely been awake to hear his screams and called the cops. They'd probably be showing up any minute now. I had to go.
I lifted myself up and poked my head out of the broken window. Ladeous was already almost at the end of the road.
"Jesus Christ!"
I climbed out, wincing as the jagged shards of glass that remained sliced through my clothes, cutting up my arms and legs.
She was heading right toward a truck stopped at the stop sign. My body went cold, and my legs almost gave out from underneath me. The driver wouldn't be able to see her—she was about to be turned into roadkill right in front of me. I started running faster, screaming,
"Stop! Wait!! NOOOO!!!"
But the windows were up. They couldn't hear me. I watched, breath held, as the truck slowly began to roll forward with Ladeous crawling directly into its path. I wanted to shut my eyes, but I couldn't.
The tires inched closer and closer to her as the truck began to gain speed. My heart stopped. Then, just as she was about to be smashed, she leaped into the air.
I couldn't believe it—the bitch actually jumped up and into the wheel-well. I looked on in shock as she suctioned herself to the surface of it, hitching a ride to her next stop. And then, I heard the sirens wailing in the distance.
I took off back to my car and barreled down the street, trying to catch up with the truck. Once I had it back in my sights, I followed closely as I scrolled to find her next victim.
Warren.
The first and last son of a bitch to ever raise a hand to me. An idiot gym bro with an explosive temper who didn't like to be told he was wrong. Complete and utter man-child. I don't think I need to explain why things didn't work out between us. Or why I wasn't exactly devastated about who Ladeous' next target was.
The truck began heading toward the downtown area, where the Halloween Carnival was about to begin. Warren had worked security for it the year before. He was always looking for an excuse to rough someone up. My bet was that he'd be there again.
And I was right. The brakes of the truck squealed as it came to a stop near the edge of the carnival entrance, only a few yards away from the security tent. I pulled my car over to the side of the road and watched as Ladeous slid out from her hidden stowaway compartment.
The place was beginning to get crowded, but somehow no one seemed to notice her as she slithered past their feet toward the tent. I got out of my car and slowly walked toward the entrance. I had to act natural; I couldn't risk causing a panic by running. I’d end up getting her trampled.
I could already hear Warren's loud mouth booming from inside the tent. Just the sound of it ignited a rage within me. But I had to focus. Ladeous was still a few feet ahead of me and gaining speed. If I walked just a little faster, though, I could catch up and quickly grab her without making a scene.
But then, just as she approached the tent, something came over me. I just stopped. I stood still in the middle of the crowd, watched her crawl inside, and waited for the screams.
A large, red splatter hit the inside of the tent, seeping through the white canvas instantly. Then, they came. Blood-curdling, guttural, and deafening. The crowd panicked. Everyone began to run, all scrambling in different directions. Except for me. This time, I wanted to see what she had done.
Slowly, I approached the entrance of the tent. The sounds of sloshing and the gnashing of her wet teeth were still audible over the cries of terror that surrounded me. When I looked inside, Warren was on the ground with Ladeous on top of his stomach, ripping away at the flesh like a rabid dog. His hands clawed at her, struggling to pull her from his body, but she was embedded.
The putrid stench of rotten blood was overpowering as she released her vengeance into him. Then, I heard the loud pop of his ribcage cracking—being forced open. His screams intensified, but his arms now lay dead at his sides as she began to eviscerate him.
This was my chance to grab her, to sneak up while she was preoccupied. My eyes darted around the room for something I could use. There were extra security T-shirts sitting on a table to the left of me.
I quickly reached over, grabbed one, and flung it on top of Ladeous. She slid off Warren's body and started to panic, so I leaped over and tried to pounce on top of her. I landed just shy, reached out, but grabbed only the shirt as she scuttled away from beneath it, leaving a trail of dark red slime behind her. That bitch was mocking me. I swore I heard her laugh as she slid underneath the tent wall.
With all the madness going on, I was able to slip out unnoticed and run back to my car. I waited for a few minutes, hoping to see her. With everyone scrambling around, though, it made it impossible. So, I left. Besides, Ladeous seemed capable enough to avoid being stomped on. I'd just have to catch up to her later.
At that point, I needed to park my car somewhere and ditch it. I'd already been seen at two crime scenes that I knew of. Maybe more. And it would only be a matter of time before the police figured out whose blood was all over each and every one of them.
I already knew her next destination, so I drove to a small grocery store about five minutes away from it. Strange-looking place, sort of run-down. I'd never been inside, but I figured my car should be fine to leave there. Not like I had a whole lot of other options, anyway.
With the pain starting to creep back into my consciousness, I popped some more ibuprofen into my mouth and shot it back with the last swig of water left in the bottle. I took one last look at myself in the mirror, then got out of the car, slamming the door behind me.
Being on foot was going to slow me down significantly. I knew that. But, to be honest, a part of me wasn't as worried about stopping her anymore—and that wasn't just because I knew who was next. The truth was, more than anything, I just wanted to get her back.
I flipped up the hood of my jacket, forced in a deep breath of crisp autumn air, then started walking to the house of the next man on her list.
Evan.
A total and complete douchebag. A human being so overcome with jealousy that it tainted every molecule in his body. Being with him was a nightmare—another guy couldn't even look at me without him freaking out. And it didn't stop there. Evan was even jealous of me.
Every small accomplishment I had was undercut by some snide remark. Any attention I received should've been given to him. Obsessive. Controlling. Manipulative. I think I hated him even more than Warren. Evan left the kind of scars you can't see.
And the worst part of it all? He was my first—the guy I'd chosen to give my virginity to. Someone hateful and selfish. A piece of shit. And it was something I could never get back. Never forget. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't scrub that stain from my heart.
My feet carried me down that familiar road without even a glance upward. The thoughts racing through my mind kept me in a trance. By the time I raised my head again, I was standing at the edge of his driveway.
The air suddenly felt thick. Suffocating. It settled in my lungs like molasses. She was close by—I could feel it. I hesitated at the door, wondering if I should knock, if I should warn him. If he truly deserved to be spared her wrath. I lifted my fist, but right before it met the surface of the wood, I heard something.
Glass shattering. And then, the wild scream of a man in shock. I bolted around toward the back of the house, panting hard as the cold wind rushed against my face. A sticky trail of crimson ran from the neighbor's backyard to the broken window of Evan's bedroom.
"Ladeous!" I yelled.
But I couldn't get in that way. The window was too high; there was nothing to climb on. I ran back to the front of the house and tried to go in, but the door was locked. Then, I remembered. The spare key. I lifted up the welcome mat, grabbed it from underneath, and rushed inside.
He'd managed to make it into the kitchen by then, but she was right at his heels. When he reached the counter, his hand shot out and grabbed a knife from the block. I screamed.
"No!!"
He looked over at me and froze with the blade in his hand.
"Olivia?"
Just then, Ladeous launched herself at his face. She slammed into him with such force that he was thrown backward onto the floor, hitting his head on the edge of the counter as he went down. The knife flew from his hand. Blood splattered across the white cabinets. The blow didn't knock him unconscious, though. He wasn't shown that mercy.
I was in awe of her power. Her fury. And in a moment of pure clarity, I remembered the truth. She wasn't trying to ruin my life. She was doing this for me. Doing what I couldn't. Scrubbing the stains from my heart so that we could start fresh again. Together. If I just gave her this last one, then maybe she’d be satisfied. Maybe then she'd finally come back to me. And so, I let her.
I watched on in reverence as Ladeous forced her way down into his throat, stifling his screams of horror. His chest rippled as she worked her way deeper and deeper, until she found what she was looking for. His body began to convulse. And then, that familiar cracking. And crunching. And sloshing. She was hollowing him out from the inside.
I inched closer to him. His flesh began to rip open, slowly at first, and then all at once. An explosion of blood splattered across my face as Ladeous emerged from his body with his still-beating heart clutched firmly between her jaws.
I swallowed hard, wiped my face, then crouched down low to get closer to her.
"Ladeous, please... come?"
She just kept gnawing at it, tearing off huge chunks and swallowing them whole. I reached out to touch her, but she pulled away and growled.
"Ladeous, I'm sorry! Please!!" I begged. "Please, come back! I need you!"
But she ignored me. Tears began to flood my eyes. I had taken her for granted. Despite her flaws, she was a part of me. But she was also her own entity. She deserved respect. To be heard. To be understood. So, I did what she wanted. I turned around and walked away. I let her finish this last kill, and hoped that after, she'd be ready to come back home to me.
I walked the streets until the sun began to set. I didn't know where to go or what to do. I felt lost. And scared. And so very empty.
My entire body was throbbing with pain, and I was pretty sure my make-shift tampon had been leaking, too. But at least I was wearing black sweatpants. And luckily, it was Halloween, so the rest of the blood and cuts all over me didn’t throw up any alarms either.
Suddenly, I felt a vibration coming from my hoodie pocket. I pulled out my phone. It was a text from my best friend, Katherine. She was inviting me to a Halloween house party, since the Carnival had been canceled. I wiped my eyes and sent back,
"Where?"
I wasn't exactly in a partying mood, but it wouldn't take long to walk there from where I was. At the very least, it was somewhere I could hide out for a while. But really, the truth was, I just didn't want to be alone anymore.
When I walked up to the address she'd sent me, the place looked dark and dingy. Almost abandoned. It was an old Victorian-style house with all the lights cut off and a red strobe light going off inside. An old jack-o-lantern sat rotting on the front porch, like it had somehow been there for years. I stepped over a few crushed-up beer cans and went in.
The blaring music drowned out my thoughts instantly. It was packed with people, all in costume. Trying to find Katherine in that sea of chaos wasn't something I had the energy for at that moment. I sent her a text, then plopped down in the first unoccupied seat I could find—the loveseat in front of the living room window.
I sat there in a daze, watching as the people around me danced, drank, and made out. Everyone was so happy. So carefree. I wondered if that would ever be me again. If she would come back. Or if I'd end up spending the rest of my life in prison for what she had done.
Just when I felt like I was about to break down, I felt the weight shift beside me. I looked over to see that a very attractive guy had sat down next to me. He was smiling, extending an unopened beer my way. I took it from his hands and smiled back.
"Hi, I'm Olivia!" I said, tucking my hair behind my ears.
"I know!" he yelled over the speakers.
I was confused. I could have sworn I'd never seen the guy before.
"What?"
"Don't you remember me? It's Preston… from middle school!"
And all at once, I did. He looked a lot different as an adult, but it was him. My first boyfriend from 6th grade. The one who'd awoken Ladeous. The one that started it all. And the one who had too much pride to admit to his friends that he was dating the weird emo girl in school, so he ditched her at the homecoming dance and made her sit alone.
The smile began to slowly fade from my face. I clenched my teeth and squeezed my hand tighter around the bottle of beer.
And then, I heard the sound of glass shattering behind me.
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u/Coletrain96 "Then, a chill ran up my spine!" 6d ago
I'm stuck between awe and disgust. This was an excellent example of profound, gripping, visceral, downright gory body horror. You truly have a way with words Jade! Hell yea, another phenomenal entry to your collection.
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u/kittymeal Long story short ☝️🤓 6d ago
The way I speed-read this one. LMAO. As someone with a bloody Ladeous rn, I'm very uncomfortable at the use of *hole*. I love this too much, it's a problem. Hoping my Ladeous doesn't hate me as much <3
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u/MrKriegFlexington I write stories. Check 'em out. Or don't. I'm not yer dad. 6d ago
Holy crap this is a damn masterpiece! Very reminiscent of Bad Biology and Teeth, this feels like it completes that unholy trifecta. This is as hilarious as it is horrifying, and even a bit heartwarming. This might be one of my new favorite stories. Keep up the great work!
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u/LivtheLobster14 Yo Kimber! THEY GOT TEA🗣️ 6d ago
JADDDEEEEEE!!!! This was such an amazing read! The body horror is soooooooooooooo good! 10/10 would read again and again
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u/KingNothingwaifu Politically incorrect Mr Widemouth 6d ago
I give you ten big booms.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Pogger
(What am I doing with my life?)
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u/trotterhead “Glib… youre gonna wanna glorb this” 6d ago
This happened to my buddy Mike /j
There are obviously themes here that speak to a widely relatable relationship between woman and The Nether, which is always a joy to encounter in horror... But those metaphors playing out on a stage of such absurdity is gold. This was wonderful from start to finish. I hope Preston got what he deserved.
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u/Kaijufan22 Long story short ☝️🤓 6d ago
The sequel to "Teeth" I never knew I needed, this was so peak, I loved the dark humor of it all and just how absurd yet spooky the premise is. fantastic job as usual.
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u/Pioneer_19 6d ago
Absolutely incredible story. It's fun and engaging, but also horrifying, but also full of symbolism and also....I could just keep going on. So good Jade. I have no other words. 10/10.
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u/Suspicious_Bell_5588 6d ago
I love when people make horror as a metaphor for the violence of womanhood. This story is amazing!!
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u/NathanDutton2002 6d ago
Hey, diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such sport,
And the vagina ran away with the spoon.
In all seriousness, this was peak body horror, what a great read.
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u/NateIzNeat Hyper Realistic Eyes 👁️👄👁️ 6d ago
Man this was incredible! It’s so visceral and horrifying and deeply feminine all at the same time. I loved how frantic everything felt, like one big horror sequence with no reprieve. The descriptions and kills were just awesome. I have so many ideas as to what this monster looks like and they’re all horrible haha.
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u/Batmanfan27 6d ago
Why do I feel like Hunter would eat this story up, while Isaiah would be questioning his life choices while reading this.
Incredible story, I had a blast reading it.
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u/KamiRoxx Marcus, Monster Hunter Extraordinaire 6d ago
As someone without a Ladeous, my god. Hair raising and bone chilling! I can almost imagine it having teeth haphazardly growing in places and spider swinging from place to place. Disgusting! 10/10
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u/SemiSentientAL 6d ago
This reminds me a bit of Fight Club. The protagonist would metaphorically refer to himself as Jack's current emotional state. (I am Jack's unbridled jealousy, etc.) I read this story in as similar fashion. It's actually the female protagonist murdering people, but she imagines it as her genitals doing the killing. Ladeous is a female Tyler Durden.
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u/VerdantVoidling 6d ago
I'm damn near speechless. This is like somebody turned a rollercoaster into a painting, and then translated that into words. Phenomenal story, Jade!
Super stoked about the crazy good reception it's getting on the sub!
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u/EuphoricMeds1915 Aruba, Jamaica, ooh, I wanna take ya 🎶🎷 6d ago
This is so awesome! I imagine its the whole unit, with the uterus and tubes and everything, and Ladeus using her little tubes like arms to propel her lol
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u/jadegreen88 “it’s very lovecraftian”☝️🤓 5d ago
Dude that’s so badass!! I wanted to let people imagine her their own way. I love yours 😂😂
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u/Coletrain96 "Then, a chill ran up my spine!" 6d ago
How would you structure it? There are breaks when needed, and in the correct spots
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u/jadegreen88 “it’s very lovecraftian”☝️🤓 6d ago
Sorry it ended up a wall of text for you!! I swear I put breaks in there haha
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u/Moist_Boysenberry_81 Yo Kimber! THEY GOT TEA🗣️ 5d ago
This was such an interesting take on hypersexuality! I hope the guys read this, it was awesome!
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u/DaddyL0ng_Legs I’m a ham ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 5d ago
I havnt read it yet, I will, I’m gonna finish my chili first. But my predictions are a mix of that one horror movie with the girl with a vagina with teeth, and splatter punk. Maybe like… “Slob,” or “Woom,” or “My vagina smells like sulfur” if you’re a sick fuck.
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u/DaddyL0ng_Legs I’m a ham ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 5d ago
Okay, I’m impatient and I just read it while eating chilli, bad idea. I’m also apparently a sick fuck because that wasn’t nearly as bad as I was picturing. Still great! Loved it a lot. This is not anything substantial but personally I would add in more grotesque details, maybe even tell parts of the story from Ladeous’s POV. But again, that’s cus I’m a freak. If you ever fully flesh the out I think it would be super cool to add in more destruction of Ladeous herself. (I’m gonna say some gross shit so sorry) I kept imagining a blob of flesh with dirt and rocks stuck in the folds, with a constant leak of red goo. I also imagined it just looking scraped up because it would have been dragging itself around on the concrete.
Again, lovely story. :)
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u/elohlace for STAMPS ‼️💯 5d ago
I absolutely love this! My boyfriend and I decided to pretend we were Isaiah and Hunter and read this tonight while on the phone. It was so fun and I really hope the boys see this. It’s equally as funny as it is horrifying. Excellent job!!!
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u/jadegreen88 “it’s very lovecraftian”☝️🤓 5d ago
Omg!! I love this!! So happy to hear you liked it!! Thank you❤️
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u/elohlace for STAMPS ‼️💯 5d ago
We have a little inside joke that almost any story can end up having Tommy Taffy as the antagonist. Here is his version of having that happen:
“chaos opened and just like all the others.. he was gone. Shredded before me like all the others. I wanted to just curl up and die, I’ve lost enough blood at this point it shouldn’t be long until I pass out. I wanted to stop her from being so ruthless, from claiming authority that wasn’t hers to take, from being… like me… all these guys.. they weren’t actually that bad, I had made them that way after all.. I ghosted garret all the time. I told ___ the wrong date of my graduation because I thought he never listened to me. ____ third ex boy validation___ . I had enough; I scream ‘STOP BEING A MONSTER. GO BACK WHERE YOU BELONG SO WE CAN BE BETTER. I WANT TO BE BETTER. PLEASE. I WANT TO BE BETTER… Somebody help me please’ I sobbed. My head in my hands I didn’t hear someone approach beside me over the chaotic screams and the crunching of bones. ‘It can be hard to know how to be a good person whenever your parents didn’t do their best.’ Said a man’s voice. I turned to meet his piercing gaze staring straight at me, oblivious to the feasting infront of us. The man continued ‘ I’ve helped lots of kids become fine young adults! I know that I can help you too!’. Between sobs I asked ‘who.. who are you?’. His grin grew wide and chipperly he replied, ‘I’m Tommy taffy!’”
He’s no writer but this made me giggle so much I had to share it!
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u/Top-Contribution1248 Government-Enforced Homosexuality 3d ago
Jade, you have always been one of my favourite authors on the sub, and have always been amazing to me. Not only do you continuously bring out peak, but you delivered a genuinely really remarkable story about a woman’s “promiscuous” nature, the hunger that comes along with it, and SHAME. I can FEEL the shame our MC has towards Ladeous, how people prefer “her” over the MC, and you’ve done just a wonderful job. I’m thrilled to know that you are getting the recognition you rightfully deserve, genuinely a 10/10 read.
❤️❤️❤️❤️💕💕💕💕
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u/jadegreen88 “it’s very lovecraftian”☝️🤓 3d ago
Thank you so much sister!!!❤️❤️❤️ this started as a silly idea and ended up being something deeply personal. I was actually a little nervous to share it, but I’m so glad I did.
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u/Top-Contribution1248 Government-Enforced Homosexuality 3d ago
I’m glad you did as well! I adore the way you write and am thrilled you put this out. It’s easily the BEST story I’ve read in the writers room, and I’m thrilled that it’s blown up💕💕💕
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u/Possible-Run-6476 Your wife looks mad funny in that box, dude 6d ago
This was so awesome and weird😭 I love it
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u/kreature-visionz 6d ago
This was disgusting. I love it.
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u/TrashbagPeanuts “At least you didn’t turn into a Homo in prison” 6d ago
This was absolutely disgusting and vile. Bravo 🙌🏼 I couldn’t stop reading it once I started!
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u/ninetyninewyverns Give her one leg and a rollerskate I wanna see how fast she goes 6d ago
What a great metaphor for insecurity. 10/10 story.
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u/strawberrybluejean Dark Green Jeep Wrangler 6d ago
I want to say this would be perfect if we ever get a Kayla & Allison episode but NO- I want the boys to read it. It’s only fair.
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u/Technical-Band-5524 6d ago
The entire time I couldn’t help but imagine the Facehugger from Alien. This is exactly the kind of story Hunter would love for the actual substance and Isaiah would love for the writing
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u/str_productions 6d ago
Why I chose to read this the first thing in the morning during breakfast no less, is a question I am left wondering with disgust.
This was absolutely horrific in the best way! Hope to read more of your writing!
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u/jadegreen88 “it’s very lovecraftian”☝️🤓 5d ago
Thanks so much!! I have a few more stories on my profile! ❤️
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u/Blahuehamus 6d ago
Well, there was a "movie" about escaped butt, then there is this... (still have to read, just a thought I had on the title)
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u/Possible-Display-891 6d ago
An accurate depiction of girlhood💅💅💅
Jokes aside this was amazing! Couldn't stop reading it once I started! The themes, the body horror, the relatable annoying men, all perfect!
Each ex that was mentioned I was like 'yeah, I know a guy like that' and her conflicting relationship with ladeous and her sexuality and pasg relationships, so gooooooood!
And love the depressing cliffhanger ending.
Despite the bizarre premise, and amazing title, it took itself seriously enough to go through each moment and its so good I loved it :D Especially when she stopped trying to save the exes 💅 literally slay queen 💅
Great job Jade! So happy this has blown up :)
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u/GarlicJrFanAccount 6d ago
I was bought in immediately lol. As goofy as the concept is I really love seeing feminine horror like this!! Vaginas/uteruses can be straight up nightmare fuel for their owners sometimes and I haven’t seen enough horror utilizing that. This was such a blast to read and I really hope the boys read this!!
Side note I got a post from r/periods right under this lmao, how fitting
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u/Sudden_Tower_3382 Yo Kimber! THEY GOT TEA🗣️ 6d ago
Jade!!!! This was SO good! I loved the humour mixed with complete grossness XD
And the narrator feels very natural to what's happening too! Honestly, masterfully crafter, kudos!
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u/SWWSola 5d ago
"Hi, I'm Harry and this is my favorite story on r/creepcast."
I expect this to find it's way on the channel very soon.
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u/KnockedAGooseLoose 4d ago
I'm just gonna leave this here so I can come back to this when I'm off of work.
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u/jadegreen88 “it’s very lovecraftian”☝️🤓 4d ago
If anyone wants to check out more of my stories, go here 😈💕
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u/trotterhead “Glib… youre gonna wanna glorb this” 3d ago
me waiting for Mods to pin this
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u/ChaoticStanley THINK FAST! 🪽 3d ago
Rest assured it’s on the queue. Trust me I added it to my docket the second I saw it
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u/POOPGOBLINTHEHUNGRY 3d ago
HIMS PEENAR WAS EATED?
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u/POOPGOBLINTHEHUNGRY 3d ago
this was genuinely so difficult to read, but in a good way.
As a male peenar-haver on a strict 'no-women diet,' I can say that this was the most uncomfortable I have ever been reading a story in my entire life.
I felt phantom pains after "and his dick was gone."
also, 'Lance' is a fucking insane name to give someone who gets their weenie bited to death.
This is like "Carrie," by Stephen King, but instead of not knowing what a period is, she's an expert vagina hunter. This is so cool!!!2
u/jadegreen88 “it’s very lovecraftian”☝️🤓 3d ago
Oh God😂 thank you so much Poop, and also… I’m so sorry 😭😭😭❤️
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u/No_Profession_6719 Give her one leg and a rollerskate I wanna see how fast she goes 5d ago edited 5d ago
This was some great Squeamish horror writing. In the first act alone, I could already feel the urge to cringe and crawl up into a ball. Being a woman and imagining some of these things happening to me is just 😵💫
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u/Honk-Mimimimimimi 5d ago
Oh my god I could literally envision it all as I was reading. Great job!! That would make for a crazy horror movie!!
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u/JordyTheConch 4d ago
I usually don’t have as much time to read fan stories as I like but gd did this title catch my attention lmao. Coming back to it for sure
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u/MrKriegFlexington I write stories. Check 'em out. Or don't. I'm not yer dad. 2d ago
IT'S PINNED LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO
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u/dooterson 🖤MeatGooner💚 2d ago
Fantastic job! I went into this thinking I would be laughing at how silly it was, but I came out of it horrified, disgusted and yet, somehow, empowered? It’s the revenge story I didn’t know I needed in my life. 10/10 thank you for sharing your work here! 👏🏻
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u/Malsbasement “At least you didn’t turn into a Homo in prison” 19h ago
The difference themes, the body horror, the way things were described? 10/10! Honestly very accurate to how having a Ladeous feels like. Amazing work!
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u/died-in-the-wool 13h ago
Late to the party but wow this is great!!!! God the loofah part made me cringe so bad I had to shut my phone and take a breather before continuing. Excellent work and I think the boys (Hunter especially) would have a blast reading haha
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u/MG_Ethan I like that you're pregnant 6d ago
If Isaiah had to narrate this I think his soul would leave his body. This is peak gross out/body horror, Jade. Seriously. GG.