Sunday, December 13, 2015

Ghoul of the Enamel

Tonight, we sense him, hiding in the sunken shadows of the bedroom: a ghoul creeping silent, forcing quiet the other monsters. Chunks of enamel, grooved by nightly gnawing, fatten his belly. And our own teeth tighten in the jaw, fight the urge to drop and slip away, to escape his gluttonous rage. You see, the foul thing broke from fairy law: took to ripping out the loose teeth of children, a calcareous shit slipped beneath their bloodied pillows in a gesture of defiance; a jab at us proper fairies. And though imprisoned for a time in the amber caves, he broke free—saber arms flapping and chipping with madness.

Now we wait within this toy-box, scanning the room for residual energies: the moans of bloody roots, the chattering of crowns, the hissing red of severed nerves…. Such things betray his whereabouts.

At last we fly and crawl from the moonlit box, our eyes narrowed and our tongues writhing with an invocation. How swift, how sweet the coming of revenge from its ancient lair! Soon the children will sleep soundly; none will recall the ghoul’s attack. Money will distribute where due, and the status of the tooth fairy will once again be restored to its innocuous state. Because tonight we are going to pounce on the fiend. Unravel his existence. Shred into his stomach and take back what is ours.

First published in the Summer 2015 issue of Spectral Realms.

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