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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/Kaijufan22 on 2025-09-23 12:38:18+00:00.

I’m having some pretty conflicting feelings about it.

We grew up in the same coastal town in Maine, you’ve probably never heard of it. Raker’s Cove was tucked away deep; its townsfolk lived a quiet life.

It was there I first met Tammy.

She had silky golden locks that could make Rapunzel blush. She was the star of the track team, beloved by all.

I was president of the Magic club.

It’s a good thing for me opposites attract.

We chatted during our shared classes; she had a budding love for cheesy horror flicks, and we both loved hockey. From there our unlikely friendship grew into puppy love.

Senior year I asked her to prom, and she rolled her eyes at me and punched me in the arm; as if to say, “Why even ask, of course I’m going with you.”

She had this navy-blue dress and I wore a matching tux. It was an incredible night; she took the lead when we danced and giggled every time I fumbled. But she stood by me anyway, what a gal. I thought the night would end with the two of us riding away in my mom’s station wagon and hanging out by the beach; but when we left the bedazzled auditorium, and I looked into her gorgeous lemon eyes, I noticed-

Well to start with her eyes were usually hazel with a hint of lime green.

At the time I thought it was a trick of the light; her eyes flashed an angry yellow at me. She wasn’t even looking at me, she was looking past me, upwards to the sky.

“Everything ok Tammy?” I asked, arm around her waist. She slid out from my grasp, avoiding my worried gaze.

“It’s fine. Let’s, let’s call it a night. I forgot I had to help my mom with something.” She said, her voice low and husky. I stared at her dumbfounded. We were just outside in the school parking lot, most couples had decided to leave early.

“But we were gonna head down to the beach, meet Brad and the guys.” I whined, embarrassingly I might add. In my defense who wants to be the guy whose date ditches them at the dance? She pulled away from me and started moving in stride, her eyes flickering to the sky.

“I’m really sorry Jay, I’ll make it up to you, I had a really fun time.” She was halfway across the lot now, I could barely hear what she was saying as she sprinted away like her life depended on it. She said something about texting me in the morning and we’d get lunch.

I was a little hurt by the sudden departure, especially since she pretty much ran off into the night like a loon. I leaned against the station wagon and looked up at the stary night. The pale light of the pregnant moon shone down on me. In the distant woodlands a wolf cried out to it; almost sounded like it was mocking me.

Of course, we talked about it and her mom explained to me she had “conscripted her assistance” and forgot to tell me.

Belladonna might have been a beautiful woman in her youth, but her face was sunken and her eyes beady and cold. There was a silver strip in her dolled up hair that made her look like a skunk. Maybe that’s why she smoked so much; to conceal the smell with rancid tobacco.

She has never liked me, and the feeling was mutual. I remember the first time I went to Tammy’s place. Her trailer was tucked away in the back of the commune, lot of dusty plants and exotic looking weeds strewn about.

They had a makeshift porch with bindles of hair and herbs strung together hanging from the rafters. Tammy must have noticed the puzzled look I had and gently explain.

“Ma’s really into-alternative medicine.” It sounded like a half-truth, but I didn’t push it. I’m not one to complain about crazy relatives after all. Belladonna had swung open the ratty front door, crumbling cigarette in her hand still smoking. She wore this extravagant dress like she had just walked out of a renaissance painting-of a carnival.

She had golden hoop earrings that looked like you could hula hoop with. She eyed me, disinterest spanning her face. Finally, she had motioned towards me with her smoke laden talons.

“Ah yes, so this is the distraction.”

It was all downhill from there.

Meeting my family didn’t go any better, my parents acted nice on the surface, but I could tell their disdain from their judgmental looks and hushed conversations.

My grandfather didn’t even try to hide his hatred of Tammy, and on some level, I admire that honesty.

Once we were watching a movie in the living room. Some godawful thing we could both laugh at. She was next to me, head on my shoulder as she giggled at the carnage on screen.

“Watch Jay, this guy’s about to go into the basement.” She pointed at the screen with glee.

“Well, he’s dumb, you wouldn’t catch me going in there.”

“Not even if went first?” She teased.

“Your funeral babe.” I had replied and was met with a playful slap on the arm. That’s when granddad hobbled in, his head still clinging to the last vestige of his youth. He pointed a frail, boney finger at her and started babbling dementia at her.

“Git that mangey, flea bitten trash offa my couch this instant, my gawd a grandson of mine associating with the likes of you.” he spat at her. Tammy rolled with the punches, and I told grandad to piss off.

We carried on with our affair, despite it feeling right out of “Romeo and Julliet” at times. The thing with prom bugged me though, and it wouldn’t be the last time. once or twice a month, she would disappear for a day or so.

If our dates ran late, so would she with some flimsy excuse to get away. I grew used to it and would file away the hurt whenever she ditched me. I tried to pry once or twice about where she would go, but she would become cagey and drop the conversation.

When we graduated high school and announced to our families we would be attending the same university in New Hampshire, we were met with apathy and worried looks. I suspect my parents were hoping this would just be a casual fling and hinted I should end it before I threw my whole life away on a whim.

My grandfather had been uncharacteristically silent during their tirade and had pulled me aside after the fact. He said while he didn’t approve, he acknowledged I was a man now and could make my own mistakes. He sent me off with a case full of protection and told me to use it wisely.

I hid that case away with the rest of my college bound stuff and eventually set off. College was a blast, shakey and unknown at first but we eventually settled into a routine. We spent breaks together just traveling and seeing the East Coast. We went to Bruin’s games, enjoyed a horror convention or two; just living the dream.

She would still pull her disappearing acts at times. Sometimes, we would be staying in a motel while traveling and she would sneak out of the bed at night and wander outside, almost trance like. When I would confront her about it in the morning, she would shrug off my concern and say she was sleepwalking.

Sleepwalking, once or twice a month.

During a full moon.

I’m not blind or stupid, just in denial I suppose.

The tipping point came a few weeks ago, she just up and vanished without a trace. It was during the so-called “Bloodmoon,” an event that seemed to come once in a lifetime. Really it was just a slightly larger moon with a red tint, but for some it was a big deal. I tried texting her about it and was met with silence. Call after frantic text was ignored, and eventually I realized she wasn’t going to call back.

I was freaked out of my mind; I called everyone I could think of no one had seen any trace of her. I called Belladonna and said her daughter was missing and she dismissed it.

“She will return unharmed, worry not nebunesc. I have foreseen it in the eyes of the crimson luna.” She was always saying crazy astrology shit like that, it burned my buns to hear her dismiss it like that. I wanted to tell her off, but I held my tongue and thanked her anyway.

Tammy did turn up after a week-at her mother’s house.

Belladonna shot me a text that read. “She returns.” and I hopped in my car and sped towards the Cove. When I saw her, I didn’t let her get a word in edge wise, I just embraced her and never let go.

She claimed she had gone for a hike and gotten lost, next thing she knew she was at her mother’s doorstep weeping. I pressed her for details and mentioned how the Super moon had came and went in her absence. Belladonna shot me a glance but said nothing as her secretive daughter bit her tongue. Then things got a little heated.

“I’m glad you’re ok but you’re always doing this, you vanish and then act like its no big deal.” I told her. She looked at me with a vacant look.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled.

“I just want to know you’re safe, I mean we should call the cops or something-”

“No police.” Belladonna had boomed. Now it was Tammy who shot her a look.

“Look I’m fine, stop rocking the boat-” She warned

“I’m not rocking the boat, I just want to know why my girlfriend is out in the middle of the woods for a week.”

“My business, you don’t need to know every little detail, ok? Just drop it.” She spat.

I pressed further and it devolved into name calling and shouting, something I am not very proud of. Belladonna tossed me out the door, and I heard the two of them arguing in Romani or something like that.

Eventually we made up; I apologized for acting like an ass and we moved past it.

In theory anyway, I just couldn’t get it out of my mind; this secret she was badly hiding from me. It was like she was flaunting it right in my face, just daring me to confront her about it so she could deny it anyway.

So last night I di…

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