Within our own minds it exists…..
Nobody escapes its contagion; its presence infects and ensnares us as we desperately cling to our long since departed sanity. It is because we seek it out that it finds us but we never know it until we see it before us, until its malignancy claws up our flesh and into our very souls, until its iced breath suffocates us and we look into its void eyes……
I was in the shower, cleansing myself of the days waste and rancid plainness, a Saturday I had supposed was meant to provide productivity that weekly drudgery would remove, and yet years experience had told me that I would only stew in the smallness and self serving slothfulness of inactivity, never bothering to dress I had crept my way out of my bed into the harmless snares of online media that would eventually take its turn into the slums of the internet’s most dark, grimy alleyways. Sifting through endless pages that left no imprint on my eyes I found a single picture, a nightmarish photograph of some human-like entity, embossed on a plain blue background with shadow patterns, one could not discern if it was wearing clothes or whether it’s long since fetid flesh was merely ravaged in a shadowy cloak. One hand was visible skeletal but desperately clinging on to the carcass of its former host. Its fingers were bent rigidly into the all too familiar sound position of a person silencing another; the hand was pressed to a visage framed by stingy and tangled moss black and greasy as the nails on the same hand, its features were unremarkable except for three points. First was the bluish tincture of the skin, speaking of some ethereal transition between spiritual and tangible, next was the supple violet of the lips as they pressed into the bone of the finger begging silence from some unknown onlooker, and finally the expression of utter ravenous insanity that burned through the creatures dilated yellow corneas, the eyes bulging horribly unsettling me from my long slated stupor.
I suppose fear would be appropriate classification, my choice to close the viewing window was made in no small part to the harmless J-peg, and because of the unsettling nausea that was best upon me I ate my dinner swiftly without gauging taste and climbed into the shower in an attempt to relax my muscles, stiff from their lack of use….until I turned towards the shower door and saw the all too familiar face. My subsequent jump caused me to slip bruising my arm and cutting my lip on the small metal frame of the tub I stood in, cussing, annoyed, I scolded myself for my jumpiness, swiftly dried and put on my sparse garments preparing for retirement. My slightly chilled blankets served their purpose until he returned…..his face this time so close that m fear brought paralysis rather than spasm, his breath not rancid but rather so cold and devoid of life that it sucked my own out of my lungs, left me blinking stupidly for minutes to follow, and leaving my heart beating far too quickly for my liking, that was my first sleepless night…….
To be continued?
Credit To – The Limey-Man