Grotesque

Intro (Mary)

Mary walked from the diner she served at. It was a bit cold tonight. She pulled her coat tightly to her body despite that the zipper was broken; she needed to find the time to buy a new one. She was an overall busy individual.
When she got home tonight, she would take a nice steamy hot shower. She walked in the door and her clothes practically fell off. She turned on her radio to the local rock station, and turned up the water temperature.
She scrubbed her body and tried to relax under the pleasant heat. She had a feeling of pleasure from the heat.
Hey Jude by the Beatles came on the radio. This was enough to cause her to nod off. Her eyelids began to become heavy and she knew she had to get out and go to bed. She could use some sleep anyway.
She settled down into bed and closed her eyes, she was out like a candle. She was stuck awake by her bedside phone ringing. "Hello?" She said with a yawn. "Hello." An eerie gravely voice responded on the other end. "Who is this?" Mary demanded, "I am me, I know who I am and that is what matters." " Um... Ok, then what do you want? " To fuck you until you haven't a will in your body to live!!!" He said in a menacingly serious voice. "Prank calls are illegal asshole!" Mary shouted before hanging up.
The phone proceeded to ring again and she answered. "What now?" " I wanna cum inside your lifeless carcass, and then eat your flesh for dinner!" He said again in the same menacing voice from earlier. "Listen dickhead, random bootycalls are a form of stalking, I suggest that you leave me alone before I call the fucking police!!!" With that, the power went out, phone and all.
She could hear her front door open and slam. There were footsteps from downstairs. She hid in her closet, her heart racing as if to escape her. The footsteps began to ascend up the stairs and onto the hard wood floor of her second story. Her bedroom door slowly creaked open; she could see through the grating on the closet door, there was a tall man in an oversized trench coat, gloves, and a hood covering his face; the skin Mary could see was dark but not like that of a man but, more of a creature.
She could see him walk up to the bed and flip it with one hand; he picked up her laundry basket and dumped it onto the floor, picking up the clothes and sniffing it as if pleasured by it. "Disgusting!" Mary let escape her as a whisper before realizing she depended upon silence. He appeared to have heard her as he turned directly in her direction and began walking over to the closet, her heart skipped a beat, no, two.
Suddenly her cell phone goes off downstairs. He walks off back in that direction. She takes a sigh of relief and waits. She can hear the front door open and slam again.
She carefully opens the closet door and looks out the window in an attempt to get a glimpse of where he was going.
She could feel a cold breeze on the back of her neck. And turned around. Nothing. She felt a strong pain in her back and saw a fist penetrating out of her chest. In shock she blacked out seeing her beating heart in somebody else's hand.