My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She's been saying the most horrible things recently

I’m infatuated with her. <br><br>Utterly infatuated. <br><br>And it wasn’t at a healthy level. Far from it. I would think about her every moment she was away. I would sometimes sit on my couch and just stare at my phone waiting for her to text. I’d tell myself “Don’t contact her. *Don't*. It will come off as too strong.” But then I’d still find myself clicking her name on my contact list before my inner voice would continue, “You don’t want her to know how desperately smitten you are with her. It’s unattractive. It will scare her off. No, you must wait for her to call you this time.”<br><br>But it was excruciating and exhausting. Almost Big-Bang-Theory level stuff. Sleep? What’s that? My brain would be future-gaming at 3 A.M. “What if she rejects me? What if she doesn’t want to see me any longer? What if she doesn’t like me ‘like that’? Well then what will I do? Maybe I’ll buy a dog. Maybe I’ll buy a snake. Do I want a pet snake? *Do I want a fucking snake?*<br><br>But then she’d call me. Or text. And all that worry would be washed away by the soothing aroma of internal heroin. I’d forget about all the bad things I’ve thought about myself for the past eight hours and be ready to do it all over again the next day.<br><br>But that was weeks ago now. Three weeks to be exact. It was then that we first “did it.” We were at my house with a bottle of wine between us and some Tchaikovsky on the television. I was on the couch and she pulled up a chair in front of me. I was flabbergasted when she just…just started going down on me out of the blue. I mean, I had seen it in the movies. But I never thought it would happen to me. I’m not a sexy man. I didn’t even know how to react. I just sat there. The whole thing was over before I knew it. But my pleasure was interrupted when she started making these horrible noises. Like, squawking. Jerky squawking. I asked if she was okay. She kept pushing my chin down towards her face, telling me to kiss her. I said no. I said that she was disgusting. But she didn’t seem to care.<br><br>I threw up when she was done. I couldn’t help myself. But after I finished throwing up I realized that I really wanted to kiss her. I *had* to kiss her. I *needed* to. So I did. And she was right – my chin was perfect for her kiss. Almost as if it were meant that way. <br><br>After that first time, it was all we would do whenever we were together. I’d never seen someone so sexually attractive. But there was one odd thing about her: she talks in her sleep. Pretty normal thing, I guess. But the things she would say were horribly twisted. Stuff I couldn’t even repeat out loud.<br><br>One night she’d yell out random words. Van Gogh! Chewing soft. Blood, Van Gogh, chewing soft. Then she’d talk about lobsters and say something about ‘the choking man’. I remember one night specifically where she kept shouting about how the man in front of her was dead and he didn’t know it. But the weirdest was one night where she kept talking about the ‘Red Coca Cola’. I remember specifically she said “I killed the little girl. But I still get to drink the red coke. The red coke is the best, and I’m the only one who gets to drink it.”<br><br>But I didn’t care. You know how it is when you’re infatuated with someone. I would follow her anywhere. Even hell.<br><br>So when she invited me to her childhood house out in the country – a place she called the ‘Dilapidated Man Theorem’ – I had no second thoughts. I knew nothing about the house other than it was where she grew up. But that was about to change. Everything was about to change.<br><br>The first thing I noticed when we first pulled up to the house was the stench of bad meat. It was like someone was roasting maggot infested flesh and двіI wanted to laugh, but something stopped me. Something told me that this place was special - that the rules of normality did not apply here. I looked over at my beautiful girlfriend and saw that she was still asleep. But in that moment, I truly think she was awake. In that moment I was certain that she knew exactly where we were and what she was doing.<br><br>I looked back into the rearview. I couldn’t see anything in the darkness of the mirror, but my heart started racing nonetheless. But when I turned my head I saw nothing but empty seats. I figured it was just a trick of the light or my imagination playing tricks on me, so I opened the car door and stepped out.<br><br>I stepped out onto a long gravel driveway. The house took up most of the property so I assume the house was as large as it was because it was built on an old indian burial ground. There were two large oak trees in front of the house with twisted branches that looked like they were covered in large gothic webs. Something was hanging from the branches. But I couldn’t tell what it was. I tried squinting, but it didn’t help much. The sun was setting behind us so the house was casting a long shadow across the lawn and blocking my view of whatever it was. <br><br>I walked over to the trunk and popped it open. It was empty except for a bottle of coke. Actually, it was empty *because* it was full of red coke. Coca Cola that had gone bad. I picked it up and looked at it curiously. Where did she get this? Was it coke? Was there actually cocaine in it? Was *that* why I was so infatuated with her? Was that why I was infatuated with her? <br><br>I didn’t remember bringing it. I didn’t remember seeing her bring it. But I wasn’t going to complain. I liked coke. A lot. But this was just a normal bottle of coke. Actually, not a normal bottle of coke. The liquid in the bottle looked more like wine. But it still had the coke label. I turned the bottle around and held it up to the remaining sunlight. The liquid was red, The cap was closed. I shouldn’t have been able to see inside it, but I could for some reason. I could tell that there was one large ice cube in it. <br><br>“Red coke? Is that like someone who wears a red shirt in Star Trek? Is it a bad thing? Well then why does my girlfriend have it and not me?”<br><br>The sun was just about gone so I made my way toward the front door. I opened the large front door and stepped inside. It smelled like my grandfather’s house. Like ammonia and old books. I couldn’t see anything in front of me so I struck a match and held it above my head. <br><br>I was standing in a foyer. The walls were covered in cob webs and the wooden floors cracked as I shifted my weight. I came into the house through a large front door that had a chandelier above it. It must have been very grandiose at one time. But now the chandelier was just a skeleton of itself – a skeleton hanging from the ceiling. I saw a door to my right. On the wall next to the doorway was a painting of a little girl. I raised the match just a little higher and stepped closer to get a better view. It was a very realistic painting. I could see every detail in her face. Her cheeks were red and she looked like she was in horrible pain. Her head was tilted back and her mouth was contorted like she was screaming. Her eyes were black and they were staring right through me. But I recognized the expression on her face. It was the exact same expression my girlfriend had on her face when she first went down on me. <br><br>I looked through the doorway. There was a kitchen with four chairs and a long table in the middle. The far wall was made of large glass panes that looked out onto the back of the property. I stepped inside the room to get closer to the window and see what was out there. The light from the match wasn’t enough to see very far but I’m almost sure I saw two people having sex on the lawn. I only saw them for a moment but it appeared to be a man and a woman. The man was on top of the woman and pushing her face in the dirt. But they were too far away to see any features. I figured that it was probably just two animals. But it looked like people. <br><br>When I turned around I saw a doorway on the other side of the kitchen. The doorway led into a hallway. The hallway was very long. I could tell because it disappeared into the darkness. I knew I had to go into the hallway. I didn’t know why. I