It doesnt taste like food now. He doesnt let me taste things. If he cant, why should I? Air has no substance, touch no feeling, lust no fire. I have become his void, his asylum in which to rant his madness and enforce his whims.
In my mind he raves at me, critisizing my emotions, calling me weak and frail, a hollow semblance of a man. So cruel he is.
I remember when he chose me. I can see the place, but when i bring the memory to the forefront of my thoughts he lashes out so violently I must repent my thought, until he forgives me, finding it fit to end my anguish. He waits until im fetal on the ground, sobbing so violently my lungs begin to gurggle, filling with blood from the vicious chokes that rack my body. My skin scarred by my nails from trying to dig him out of me. Also his doing. It must be a motif of his.
It hurts me even thus to tell you where I found him, and what he is or seems to be, but i will. It is a simple park, right where north becomes south in California. Such a somber place. Gray always, it seems. But when has man ever been careful to avoid such things? I should have known, i should have known… He agrees. I should have known…
I walked around simply enjoying the worlds beauty as i had oft been one to do. I found life simple and good under the sky. I dont anymore…
Even now he attacks me for thinking so, but i shall continue, if only to spite him and steal his enjoyment.He may control me, but he doesnt own me. However my vision grows dim, the pain is great, my focuss s breakking.
Itts gotten so cold nnow, i neared the end of the paark. Such a srange thing.
Oh god he is so very angry.
GAH! Fu@@ing HELL! He’s a bastard.
I must gather my strength, for this shall anger him so, my story that is.
I saw a man there, in a gray pinstriped suit, under a seemingly ancient oak garbed in blackened, flittering leaves. He had his balding head between his knees, and his chest seemed to heave with sobs so great i had to gaze on him for a moment, if only to gather enough sympathy to speak to a man who seemed so greatly pained. Crows, a murder ironicly, cawed as they broke away from the oak frantically fleeing the scene, as if they knew. I saw then that the tree was dead, the facade of leaves flying away with the murder.
Buti do not fear such occurances. No sane man should. However, I do now.
He liked that last sentence. “Very much” hhe just whispered to my mind.
I digress. i walked over to him and asked,
“Excuse me sir,” almost a whisper, “Is there anything i can do to help you?”
That wheeze was terrifying, my body grew so rigid it was as if someone… something had grabbed my spine with cold, clammy hands.
“Sir” i repeated, my voice sounding so, so far away…
A shriek deafened me.
His hands- which were clutched to his scalp so tightly his knuckles were clear as sylophane, and his head wrinkled and contorted- began to claw at his skin as he hissed and gurgled, even as he makes me do now.
Oh how i wish i would have ran.
With a motion he dragged his nails so hard across his scalp that i watched the skin curl as it rose from under his nails, much like wood leaves strips when planed or carved, even so did his skin sperate from his head under the cut of his long, filthy nails.
With blood so dark it was nightly running down his face he jerked his head in a snap, and i can swear i heard his neck break. and i stumbled.
Before i could finish my terrified recoil he was upon me. He had seemed so weak and small before, But now he stood more than a head higher than myself who stood at 6’2. His eyes were not black as you would expect, but instead they were gray, as if entangled in blindness of agony. I felt his grip on the side of my skull, squeezing with such intensity it was inhuman.
Oh, he is enjoying this now. He does like his handiwork.
My legs surrendered, and to my knees i retreated. His face was so close to mine, so terrifyingly close. The lines that streaked his face were deep, and within them i saw rotting flesh, but not his own. At the corners of his eyes caked hard was a dark red-brown scabbing, the same color as his granled and broken teeth, which had curled into a smiling grimace. Into my eyes he stared forcing my face to his.
In my mind i heard-
“Vereri mi!” in a voice like diening cities.
By no motion of my own my jaws, as if pried open, snapped out of their socket to a size unnatural. With so mch power his hand reached into my throat as he grabbed hold of my tongue. Like it was a rope to scale he climbed my tongue dragging himself into me.
If only you could feel the pain. This man, this gray, slender man…. Oh how evil he is.
Hes speaking now, i must litsen…
Im looking to the mirror now.he makes me… So much of my hair is gone, i almost appear bald, and the lack of sleep has left lines too deep for my age throughout my face. There seems to be something on them, its red. And my eyes… they seem so… gray…
Oh lord, no. I didnt know… i swaer im sorry!! PLeaaq21sssssssssssssssx
DONT GO WHERE SOUTH IS NORTH, where north, is south….
he. is. mine. NOW. I. am. HE!
Credit To: The gray man