Frowning Fred

This all happened about a month ago, but I've only gained the courage to share my story today. It all started one autumn day when my dad started acting strange. What first tipped us off was when he served me scrambled eggs for breakfast. Every day, he cooks me poached eggs, so this was out of the ordinary to say the least. At first, I dismissed it, assuming he just wanted to switch things up a bit, but even more things began to change as the day went on. Before he left for work, I gave him a hug goodbye, but I noticed that his hair gel wasn't the normal minty smell, but rather a salty, even sweet smell. Not only that, but there was the rare speck of white crusty flake in his hair, not dandruff, but something else. While he was at work, I discussed with my sister on the way to school about the odd changes in his routine. She said that she felt he was acting a bit off too, calling her "honey", rather than "sweetie". A small difference, but it was enough to stir up our daily lives. When we got back from school, I even asked my mom if she saw anything weird going on with dad. She just said he was being his same problematic self. This sort of behavior continued after he returned from work, and we even caught him zoning out and staring at us blankly for awkward periods of time, just standing still like a statue. Before bed, my dad came into my room, pat my head and said "I love you. Don't leave your room tonight." I don't know what it was, but it seemed like my dad was his usual self for once. I agreed to his request skeptically, but decided it was best not to question it. After going to bed and sleeping for a good few hours, I woke up to the sound of Nikki Minaj's "Roman Holiday" playing lightly from the end of the hall. I assumed it was just an alarm of some sort, since I remembered hearing the same song at around the same time last night, 3:26am. I also heard the quiet sound of sobbing, most likely my mother. My parents weren't exactly in the best spot in their marriage at the moment. After dismissing the song, I thought long and hard about the correlation between my father's change of behavior, the crying, what he told me before bed, and the mysterious song that only began playing last night. I assumed it was just a strange coincidence and that I was overthinking things, and I went to bed. The next morning, my dad cooked me poached eggs once more, and when I asked him about the change, he just apologized in a monotone voice, saying that he won't do it again. He was back to acting weird I guess. The issue was, it wasn't only my dad today. My mother was awfully talkative, compared to her more relaxed and mellow attitude during the early hours. She also was acting especially cheerful around my dad, which was strange because of the crying I heard coming from their room last night. I hadn't seen her act this kind around him in at least a year. After kissing him goodbye, she began to make her morning coffee. As she poured the creamer, it oozed out like syrup, and it was a more coagulated substance than her usual Coffee Mate creamer. She drank it down in one gulp, and then urged my sister and I to go off to school. After discussing once more with my sister, we decided that something was definitely wrong. From the blank stares, to the mysterious night sounds, our parents had changed, we just didn't know how or why yet. So we decided to stay up late the following night to investigate. Right at 3:26am, I heard the familiar sound of "Roman Holiday" coming from down the hallway, growing louder with each second. Briefly after the music began, I heard the door to my sisters room slam open, and then shut just as quickly. I crept out of my room and slowly approached my sister's doorway. I heard her sobbing due to the intense vocals of Nikki Minaj's iconic song. I slowly reached out to the door handle, and I saw my hand trembling, without me realizing. I felt the cold door handle coated with some sticky liquid. What had broken into our house? What kind of creature could leave this viscous film on this door handle? After getting my mind past the mystery of the ooze, I carefully opened the door, sure not make to a sound. What I saw made me want to scream, but my vocal chords refused to make a peep. As I gazed in, I was greeted by an overwhelmingly humid aura paired with the dominating stench of of Kirkland brand blue cheese. I saw my sister face down, ass up, getting railed by a glistening figure masked by the darkness. I wanted to help her, but I couldn't. I just stood there, frozen and watched onto the monstrosity that presented itself before me. After a minute or so more of intense intercourse, my sister went from loud moaning, to almost complete silence. As the figure finished, he sang along to Roman Holiday, which was still blasting in the background. "Take your medication Roman." he whispered. Before he could spot me, a strong sensation filled my body, almost screaming at me to run away. I closed the door as quietly and as quickly as I could, and then I bolted down the hallway and into my room. I hid under my sheets, bringing them up to my face, like that would do anything to help me. I listened carefully, and I heard the music approaching my room. The same figure that had just penetrated my sister slammed the door open and appeared in my doorway suddenly. It stared at me knowingly with milky white eyes, and I stared back. I wanted to cry, but something deep inside me told me not to, and I withheld the urge. After what seemed like an eternity of blank stares, the silhouette turned around and left my room. The sound of "Roman Holiday" faded into the distance as it retreated down the hallway and through the front door. That night, I couldn't fall asleep. I tried to talk to my sister, but her door was locked shut, still covered in the mysterious sludge. The next day, I felt like I was living with zombies. All I got from them were blank stares and the occasional comment about the weather or some shit. After trying to talk to my sister about the previous night, she ignored me and instead offered me some hand lotion. I could use some lotion, but it was the same consistency as my mother's creamer, so I declined the offer. I don't know what that thing was last night, but somehow, by plastering my sister, it had changed her, and I suspect it did the same to my parents. The rest of the day went by as a blur, and whenever I tried to bring up the incident, I was shut down by one of my family members. I felt lost, abandoned, and alone. This wasn't my family, and I wanted them back. That night, I planned to stay up again and face whatever was plaguing my family, no matter the consequences. It felt like I was up waiting for ages until the clock finally struck 3:26am. I heard the familiar tune of "Roman Holiday" growing louder and louder, until it stopped suddenly. I sat in silence for at least a minute, waiting for what would happen next. What replaced the silence was terrifying. I heard the booming voice of a man. Not my father, but a total stranger. "I am the cum monster." Was all it said. I got up and peeked into the long hallway. I saw my sisters door on the right, and my parents door at the opposite end of the hall. And moving down the center was the same glistening figure, slowly creeping towards me. It's milky white eyes glowing in the dark. "I am the cum monster." It repeated. Over and over again, it kept repeating the same words. As it got within 10ft it my door, my parents and sister emerged from their rooms. Zombie like as usual, but with the same white glow in their eyes. As the cum monster and my family got closer, I locked the door and crawled into bed, preparing for the worst. Suddenly, I heard a sticking sound, almost like a million little suction cups going off in succession. I looked to the floor and saw a pool of semen flowing from under my door. Eventually, the pool grew into a large, humanoid mass of cum. It almost looked as if there was a thick layer of cum enveloping an even more terrifying creature beneath. It's white exterior reflected in the light of the moon. "I am the cum monster." He said. He then turned around and unlocked the door. My parents slowly trudged in, followed by my sister. The light of the moon revealed that they were each dripping with cum. They all surrounded my bed, gazing at me with lifeless, glowing eyes. "We are the cum monster." They said in unison.