The Flesh I Wear – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

…The skin drops to the ground with a squelch, and Simon stares at the bewildered Jessica with a wry smile upon his fleshless lips.

“What is it my dear, have I shown you too much of the man beneath the skin?”

“I-I-I-I, I never thought i-i-it was possible t-t-to peel t-t-the skin from the m-m-m…” she stammers nervously before emptying the content of her stomach to the floor below her.

“Oh, you silly muppet.” he says as he playfully swats the air with his hand, and laughs. “The skin was designed to be peeled away, we’ve just spent our whole lives hiding inside it, hiding from our true nature. Research I’ve done shows that back in the Mesopotamia era most spent more time out of their skins than they did in it, and the only reason we stopped, was when western society started to deem looks more important than what was up here,” he says as he taps his forehead.

“I-I-I,” she stutters, before clutching herself tightly.

“We are meant to be free, not only of our cares, but also the flesh that binds up, that ridicules us. Can you image my love, can you see the world as it should be, as we should be?” he says as he holds out a hand towards her, only for her to stagger away in fear.

“I-I-I, I don’t believe y-y-you, t-t-there would be f-f-findings. T-T-T-There would be p-proof.”

“Am I not proof enough my dear? Am I not all you need to see?”…

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