Day 1: How It All Started For Me

I guess it finally happened. Everyone has gone crazy. I have been saying for years how the world is slowly losing its mind. I never thought it would get this bad though. I saw it happen this morning. A loud crash woke me up. I was trying to sleep in on my only day off. I thought one of my elderly neighbors had fallen. I went over to knock on the door and found that it was open. I wanted to make sure everything was ok. When I went in, I saw blood, a lot of it. It was smeared all over the walls and pooled on the floor. What the fuck could have happened in here? I called out for anyone. I heard something moving around upstairs. “They are still alive”, I thought. I ran up to their bedroom to see if I could help them out. I was met by my neighbor’s lifeless eyes. I could swear he was looking at me when I walked in. I saw his wife. She was hunched over him. It looked like she was crying. Although, I didn't hear her sobbing. I heard her chewing. I didn't know what to expect when she began to turn around. I was frozen where I stood as she slowly turned towards me. A bloody smile across her face. Her eyes looked as dead as his. I had never seen anything like this before. She cocked her head to the side and asked “Hungry?” She had asked me that on numerous occasions when I’d come home from work and stop by to see how things were. She used to have such a sweet voice. Now, it sounded like a gravel road was asking me. I did the only thing I could think of, I slammed the bedroom door and ran down the stairs. I heard her get up and scramble for the door. Her footsteps were so fast and swift. I could swear it sounded like she had six legs. When I heard her coming down, I knew I didn't have time to run out of the house. I grabbed the softball bat from the corner of the living room. I don't know how many times I had used this bat when playing softball in the back yard. My neighbor always joked and said that the only reason I could hit the ball was because his bat had the magic touch. I tried to wipe the image of him looking at me from my mind. I saw bloody fingers wrap around the wall near the stairs and I heard a gurgling noise. It wasn't until I saw her peek her head around the corner that I realized she was laughing. What had happened to her? She looked down at the bat and then back at me. Dark blood dripped from her lips. Suddenly, she lurched towards me. I swung the bat. It crashed into her skull. She hit the ground hard. I almost left. I wanted to leave. I just wanted to wake up from whatever this nightmare was. It was then that I felt her hand grab onto my ankle. She gripped it tight enough I thought my foot would snap off. I brought the bat down hard onto the side of her head. I heard a crackle that sounded like stepping on a bag of popcorn. Her grip loosened and I just stood there. I have no idea how much time had gone by before I came back to my house. I don't know if writing this out is a form of a confession or if I am just trying to empty my thoughts onto a page. But I have to get this out of my head. Something seriously fucked up happened this morning and somehow I feel this isn't the end of it.