I knew a woman who could look inside my soul

I met Rachel in a dingy bar. The reflection from the mirror behind the bar revealed to me that she was sitting alone at the end, nursing a whiskey and a cigarette. I could tell immediately that she was trouble, but there was something about her. Something that pulled me like a moth to a flame. Just as I was about to make my move, I saw a man come over to her. She smiled up at him and I felt a pang of jealousy. I ordered another drink and watched them.<br><br>I don’t know how much time passed, but Rachel was now alone again. I mustered up the courage to approach her. “Mind if I sit here?” She looked me dead in the eye. I could feel her looking into my soul. The pain, the suffering, the joy, the love. All of it. She smiled and opened her lips. “I don’t mind,” she said.<br><br>We chatted for a long time. I don’t remember how long. The bartender told us he was closing up. I walked her out of the bar and down to the street. It was 4 in the morning and the streets were empty. “You know, I’m a lucky woman,” she said. “I have a gift. I knew this boy growing up. He was so exceptional. God touched him. And he gave me this gift.” I wondered what gift he gave her, but before I could ask her, she said, “I can see into people’s souls. I can see if they’re good or bad. And I can tell that you’re not good.”<br><br>I nearly panicked. I nearly ran. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to be hurt. But something about her made me stay. Maybe it was the way she smiled. Maybe it was her eyes. They seemed to gleam in the moonlight. I asked her if I was doomed. “I won’t kill you. But I’ll hurt you.” She took my hand and we walked further. “I like to go into a bad person’s soul and squirm around. I like to twist and curl around their heart. I like to invade every space in their soul. I’ll crawl into their brain and make them go crazy. You will think that you’re dead. I’ll make your life a living hell.”<br><br>I couldn’t move. She pulled me into her apartment. I didn’t have the strength to do anything. She squirmed around on top of me and then she was inside me. I could feel her. My stomach hurt like I had swallowed a boulder. I started to panic. I couldn’t breathe. My mind was going crazy. What did I do? How did I get here? I knew I was doomed. She told me she wouldn’t kill me, but I knew I was going to die.<br><br>She twisted and curled inside me. She invaded every space in my soul. When I squirmed in pain, she laughed. I begged her to stop. I begged her to kill me. She told me again that she wouldn’t kill me. She said she would invade every space of my soul. She invaded my heart and brain. I didn’t know what was happening. I couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t. I started to lose my mind.<br><br>She crawled into my brain and squirmed around. She told me things that weren’t true. She told me that she wasn’t a woman, but something older. Something from another era. Something from another dimension. She told me I was dead and that I was going to be trapped in this place forever. She told me things that I can’t remember. She told me so many things that I could never keep track of them all.<br><br>I knew I was crazy. I didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. I didn’t know if I was alive. I didn’t even know if I was human. I knew I was squirming like a worm. I knew that I was going crazy. She was driving me crazy. Was this what death felt like? I knew I was dead. I knew I was going to be trapped forever.<br><br>I remember my life. My childhood. My parents. My friends. Rachel. She would squirm around inside me and tell me things. She would tell me that my parents weren’t my parents. She would tell me that my childhood didn’t happen. She would tell me that my friends didn’t exist. But that she did. She would tell me that she was the only one who was real. And every time, I believed her. I believed that she was the only one who was real.<br><br>I squirm in the darkness. I know I’m dead. I know I’m going to be trapped forever. I can’t tell what is real and what isn’t. I don’t know if she’s real. I don’t know if I’m human. I only know that I’m trapped in this place forever. When I squirm, she laughs. She has invaded every space of my soul. She is inside my soul. She knows everything about me. She knows all of my pain. She knows all of my suffering. She knows all of my joy. She knows all of my love. When I squirm, she laughs. I know I’m dead. I know I’m going to be trapped forever.<br><br>[Note from the editor: We couldn’t verify any of the information in this post. However, two weeks after posting, the user who posted this account deleted their entire history of comments and posts. If you have any information about this case, please contact us]