| Tale Four Can you see it? I can. Or .. Peek a boo. I'm here too. |
| Are you still having nightmares? Well, know that you have company ... Me. Do you feel like the loneliest person on the planet. Though you're well aware that there are other persons, lying peacefully in the other rooms of the house. Others who are shivering and dripping sweat/perspiring from the pits of their arms. Smell the fear, fell the fear, taste that bitter taste in your mouth. Do you need to cry out for help but can't utter a sound, coming from the pie hole you call a mouth. I know the feelings all to well. I know the ache of it all. I know it all to well. It was like a peeping Tom. Or some thief in the night, reading your thoughts and smelling your fear. It came from a place where all the blackest colors of a spectrum were drawn together. Black against black and still you can see shapes and black color, if you look hard enough, and I'm sure you always do. After all, black is only a mass of mixed colors, shaded with heavy hues of green or blue, or red, or orange, side them next to each other and those black shapes become distinct one to the other. Add more blue, it's still black. More yellow, still black. Again put these black shapes against each other and you'll begin to notice shapes appearing. Strange but it works. How horrid a time it is for you to experience. How horrid a time indeed. Within the blackest of the shapes, there could be seen ... Eyes glowing and shimmering as if in the sun's light itself was beaming out from within those pupils. Sparkling, even iridescent, like an eye of some gruesome bug, bulged from its horrid socket. They were orbs and bulbous, not friendly in any sense of the word. These were not eyes any man, woman or child would ever want to gaze upon for more than a second or even less. It had spiny legs poking out from under my dresser. Mis-shaped toes, but was there a nose. Two horns and a smile no one would ever welcome. With ears honed like Mr. Spokes and black shades of shape you'd never imagine. Where could this dastardly creature have risen from, pushing up my dresser without effort or care. My drawers flung open, my clothes poured out. With another push, the lamp tilted and toppled on it's base, readying itself for a crash up the floor. The beasts hand crawled on its fingertips, its twisted nails sharp nails, like tendrils of some vine. I could tell it was oozing with slime, must have been the deepest of greens and surely black. For what other color could a person like me come up with on the fly. It was all those things you'd never want to see ... But it was there, non the less. To the right of that dresser was a painting upon the wall, that only minutes ago lay dormant but now shook with some ungodly fury. With a twist it edged from its spot. And creeping from the corner of that painted image grew a face. Without a doubt, another of bad intent, for it was surely akin to the creature under my dresser. Then all at once a ghastly noise bellowed from both of their mouths, "Arrrrrgggggggggggg" went these two and again, "AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGG" when there calling. Seeming to be communicating to each other, as if they sine grizzly team of malevolence and dismay. "ARG" once again then again, both matching with twisted smiles, each smile growing larger with every growl, "AARGGGGG.", to the one. " ARRRRRRGGGGGGG.", to the other. ...ARG ARG." and it went. I froze in my place. I drew the sheets hard above my head. So hard did I pull that my toes poked out from the bottom of the sheet and met the air. I feared for their safety. At once and with less than a thought, I curled up in a fetus position, and felt the fear welling taut in my spine and making my mind whirl in madness. Could this be real enough that these two were here for my demise and my ending? Could they be here to drag me down to what we might imagine as Hell and all its madness. Surely ... This could be ... And surely, these nasties were perfectly fitting and right for the part. The cracks between the planks of my floor, seemed to yawn open, with a creaking sound unique and so unpleasant. In an instant rats poured out of that hole and made their way into the room. Dancing in unison, some twirled as if they were tops spun from a string. With tiny mouths, making squeals of what one could almost call laughter. "EEEE" and broke and "EE EE EE." again. They might have been small creature, but were large enough to gross me out and made me wriggle in my space. They crawled about the floor and some took to the walls, as if they were meant to have suckers on their little feet. Like the foot of a spider they made their way up the wall, up the moldings on the windows edge, to another place to sit their butts. They seemed right at home with total comfort on the ledge of the windows molding. More and more made there way out of that crack and more ran up the wall. Fortunately for me, none of these creatures, mad there way into my bed. But who is to say that in another instant I wouldn't be met by one of them of bad intent. A rat dance upon the top ledge of the window. Another whirled on the end then fell grabbed at the last second, holding on as if according to some silly plan. They seemed to be in some drunken state of a chaotic moment. Most pleasurable to them but most disturbing to me. Squeak they went as they leaned upon each other, climbed upon each other, shared a moment with each other. They were comrades in madness, loving every second of their play. I leaned to my right, to the door of the room and grabbed at the handle of the door. It allowed me to open it, but to my dismay, I was faced with a stock still brick wall, even blacker in color than all the rest of the dim sites throughout the room. The rats edged towards me. I leaped back into the bed, to the sheets the sheets that seemed to give me some kind of comfort. In my racing mind, it was he only place of safety ... Or so I thought. The door slammed shut with a thud, then disappeared, turning into wall that matched the rest of the wall in that room. I was drenched in sweat, I was gasping for air, though fowl as it was, it was my only slim choice. For the breath of these creatures matched their looks, looks you don't have to imagine yourself, simply because this author is more than willing to describe them in total. I was growing weak and pale in color. I was part of this mayhem, most likely the creator of what only could be a dream. A dream I couldn't find my way out of. Not to rumble my way into another segment of a dream nor wake up. I pinched myself hard, and then again, and again, again and again. I felt a warm liquid that could only be blood trickle down my thigh and the creature and the rats together stopped dead in their tracks and turn to me with a glaring, gruesome smile, broad as the nights sky, horrid as the Ripper who once walked the street of London, lonely as a tree that fell in a forest where no one could hear. They all were at attention ... My attention. Oh dismal night, chaotic dreams. I fear the sights, with deadly schemes. The beasties whirl with bad intent. These beasties from demons no doubt were sent. The rats they spin like tops turned from string. They whirl and they gyro around as they sing. Singing songs meant to holler, to cry and to last. Through the night, not the day for the day is now past. What's to come for me now in this darkest of night. With my sheets curled around me and so very tight. Please go meanies and be on your way. I'm to scared to go one will I make it to day. I covered my head and I covered my feet. I covered my toe nails that screamed out defeat. I bled from my leg that I pinched oh so hard. Will this end before daybreak, is it in my bleak card. I curled up tight. I looked left, I looked right ... The sights were still there hard and without mercy. This was a sight, a sound of the demon's delight. And I thought, "The light switch. The light." I leaned to my right again and lurched for that switch. Until next time when we meet again ... Pleasant dreams everyone. |
the mad monster maker
Added drawing on July 8th, 2009.
| Eyes glowing with a heart as dark as deep dark blue can be. |
| Tale, as of present, is a WIP. Drawing was added on July 8th, 2009. Page created in June 2009 Our tale continues July 2009 |
