Hey you. Yes, you. Come here. I have something to show you. Don’t be afraid; it can’t hurt you, and anyways, you aren’t alone. Many will be watching tonight. So come, come with me. I’ll take care of you tonight, and tomorrow, well…tomorrow will be what tomorrow will be. I make no promises about tomorrow.
This way. No, this way. Through these doors. Come. Come on! We can’t miss this. This will be special, and I don’t invite just anyone; in fact, I only invited you. Tell me, does the air feel thin here? It should. We aren’t alone here. Here is a congregation of thoughts, of sleepers, of anticipation. Come. A few more doors. We had to keep this secret, very secret. Normal people mustn’t know.
Does it feel good to be special? I hope so. You are special. You and the others. No, you can’t see the others. They’re…elsewhere. Here but not here. It’s hard to explain, but anyways, it doesn’t matter. What matters is behind these walls. Here, let me make this one transparent for you. Yes, just like that. Just like that, I can grant you visions. You frown, but that’s okay; I know you don’t mean it. You’ll frown later, and you’ll mean it later, but right now, I can hear your heart beat with excitement. No, that’s a lie. I can feel it beat. It thump thump thumps to the sound of itself. Your heart beats to the sound of your drum.
Cute, huh? I’m sorry.
Yes, that’s it. Or that’s him. No, I don’t know his name. His name is not important. No, he can’t see you. The walls are made of concrete. I’ve changed them for our purposes, just like others have changed the walls for others. Well don’t look puzzled. Like I said, you aren’t the only one here, and I’m not the only person showing. But there are very few of us. You are special, even if you aren’t the only one. The others are special too. You’ll see why later, but I won’t tell you how you’re special. That’s up to you to figure out.
And no, you cannot hurt me. I see the anger on your face, behind your eyes. But no. You’re along for the ride, like it or not. But shush. It’ll happen soon.
The room? It’s made of concrete; pay attention. It’s very important that you pay attention. Yes, that’s all. What you see is what’s there. There’s the one little bulb, swinging from a chain like a pendulum. Think Edgar Allen Poe, only the plot is on the inside. Hey, why do concrete walls bleed slime when they get damp? I haven’t a clue, honestly. It feels malevolent, but I could be projecting. I apologize for that; I don’t want to cloud the events to come. I want you to see them as they happen.
Stop shaking. Soon. Soon it’ll happen. But for now, look at him. Isn’t he the most boring person you’ve ever seen? He isn’t a person that gets lost in the crowd; he’s the crowd a person gets lost in. Don’t worry about him. Do, but don’t. No one will miss him. You’ll leave tonight and won’t miss him. He’s so completely unremarkable, and in an ironic way, that makes him perfect. But shush. Stop asking questions. I can’t answer them for I don’t know, honestly, and anyways, it’ll be best to not get attached.
Ah, there’s the fear. The hatred is gone. Oh, perhaps not. Your eyes betray you. But there’s fear behind them too. I can smell it. But hush now. See the man? There’s more fear in him. Focus on him. I’m but a guide. You wouldn’t shoot the messenger, would you? Such a crime that would be. I’m innocent. I didn’t do this.
Enjoyment? No. This is apathy. Well, maybe some enjoyment. You react so strongly! Oh, it’s starting. Watch.
What a revolting sound that thing made as it popped out of his head. I saw you wince. I did too, to be honest. It’s hard to get used to this, truly. Oh, there’s another one, this time out of the other side. Ugh. They wiggle too much. It’s gross. And there’s another. Wait for one more, and at least this will be symmetrical. Things are less disgusting when they’re symmetrical. Have you ever wondered about that? I have of late. Certain events just make you think in different ways. Ah, see, there it is. I won’t tell you what it is, though I see you recognize it. But see, it isn’t so bad now that it’s symmetrical! You’ll go away from this knowing that, if nothing else.
Yes, he is screaming, quite loud in fact. Would you like to hear it? No? I don’t believe you. You’re curious. That’s in your eyes too. They really aren’t doing you any good, but no, you can’t close them. I won’t let you, and anyways, I know you won’t let you either. Don’t worry; curiosity only kills cats. It won’t kill you. Not tonight anyways. I can’t make promises about tomorrow.
Ah, there we go. Such a terrible sound he makes! For a generic person, he certainly can wail with the best of them. I think that’s a wail. “Wail” has more connotations than scream, though it most certainly is a scream too. But it’s more than that. Oh dear, now he’s touching the legs. He really shouldn’t. They’re sharp. And now he’s missing a finger. They never learn. No blood though. What? No. Look.
Okay, I’ll turn his screams off. We’ve heard enough. They get annoying after awhile, and really, do you want a headache? I don’t. There. Off. Don’t look at me like that; it was no trouble at all. Just a thought really. But I’m keeping the other sounds on. They get interesting, and I can see that you like interesting. Yes, I can see that. You’re interested on some fundamental level. Some bile in your spleen is enjoying this. I think that’s what scares you the most.
See how his head bulges and stretches? It’s a vessel. It’s a conduit. It’s a portal. Oh, now he’s trying to keep it in place with his hands. That won’t work. They always try, but what’s happening will happen regardless of what he wants.
No. It doesn’t hurt him. There’s no pain here. I could cut you, and you’d feel nothing. Oh don’t be silly; I won’t. That would distract you from this. But no, there’s no pain here. None at all. He can feel himself stretch and contort, but only on a…minimal level. Like a small muscle spasm. Tell me, have you ever had restless leg syndrome? No. Never mind then.
Oh! Did you see that? Something is about to come through! I could see its eyes inside his mouth. It winked at us. It knows we are here, though the man does not. You know, I’m actually not sure what that means. Oh! Look, his face is really stretching now! Can you hear him gurgle? It’s gross isn’t it? Oh of course he’s choking. There’s a thing inside his head, but it’s stuck and contorted, so it’s going down his throat. Well of course it could kill him if it doesn’t get unstuck. That’s what happens when your throat gets clogged. Don’t be stupid. I brought you here because I thought you were special, not stupid.
Ah there we go. See his throat rip open? And there’s another appendage. Leg. It’s a leg. There will be eight in total. I see five now, so three to…oh, there’s the sixth. Oh dear, right out his eye too. I wonder how that feels without pain. Strange, I imagine. He’s now half blind. Of course that ruined his eye. There’s a leg sticking out of it! No blood, but see the goo? Hey, is there a name for eye goo? I bet there is. Not a clue what though.
If I could rewind that, I would. You missed the sound it made. Like popping an enormous pimple.
Oh, his mouth is stretching some more. If this is like the last one, it’ll contort a few more times yet before everything is done. Oh, there’s another leg. Almost have them all now. Hmm… that one’s where one of his arteries should be, I think. I’ll be honest, I’m bad with anatomy. No blood though. I mean, he can feel that, and it’s very much blocking his blood flow, but at least there’s no blood. That would ruin the mood. Not that I have any control over the blood. Just the sound and the sight. Taste too, Hey, do you want to taste fear?
Rancid. That’s how I describe it anyways. I think it’s different for everyone. To me, it tastes like rancid meat. Something a crow or a vulture would eat. It’s a dark taste, black with poison. But it’s also a throbbing taste. It undulates on your tongue and into your heart. Strange and…well, unpleasant. Here, let me turn that off.
Oh there we go; it has a leg out of his mouth now. That’s the last one. But this one has purchase, so it’ll be over soon. Yes you have to watch. I brought you here to watch. No, closing your eyes won’t work. I control sight here, remember? I can see your eyes closed, and I can see that you still see him. Soon. It’ll be over soon.
See, it’s ripping its way out now. Wait, wait, wait…there! Ah, it’s like the sound of an expensive leather jacket tearing, isn’t it? Oh, but now he has a large gash in his face. Terrible looking, really. From his mouth down to his throat. Oh, and there’s some loose flesh hanging down. Ugh. It’s never clean. Never.
No. he can’t feel anything. The feeling is all on you. But that’s not important now. Later, but not now. Keep watching. It’s almost over.
Well yes, he’s very dead. Look at his face and head! They’re barely connected to each other! I can assure you with the utmost authority that there was no pain though. Huge discomfort, but no pain. It grew inside his head and just came out. That’s how it’s born. Well, not so much born as transferred.
It isn’t a spider. It looks a bit like a spider, but see its face? Look at its face, at its eyes. There’s more there than instinct. It wants, it needs, it knows. It can also see you, by the way. And it has marked you. It knows you better than you know yourself, though what it will do with that information I cannot say. I don’t know the future. I only know the now.
I can see you want to leave. I do too. It’s unpleasant, this whole thing. But look on the bright side: You’re special. I brought you and only you. Others brought people they chose, but I don’t know them or their people. They aren’t important. You though, you are important. You know. You saw the man give birth with his face. You saw what happens in this dank concrete room, and you saw the creature. The creature saw you though, and I am sorry for that. That really will be bad for you some day. But, it’s the price you pay.
Don’t look at me like that. You were curious. I saw it in your eyes, and your eyes don’t lie. You might, and will, but your eyes never will. The creature knows that too. But the creature knows so much that that’s not important. Not now.
Now, I think it’s time to leave. I must weep, and you must wake up. Tomorrow is a new day, and the future…well, the future will bring what it will bring. There’s a new monster in the world, so expect the future to be interesting. You like interesting though. It’s why I chose you in the first place. I saw it in your eyes.
And hey, at least I turned off the screams. You’ll thank me for that. When the time comes, you’ll thank me for that. That, I do know.
Some things haunt you more than others.
Happy Halloween everyone. This entire story is based off of a rather strange nightmare I had a few days ago. I played the part of observer, and I wanted to create that feeling here. The worst part about the dream, I think, was that it wasn’t scary until after everything ended and I woke up. Up until that point, I was just really, dreadfully curious.
I wrote the entire first draft in one sitting, and all in about a forty minute marathon of typing. My hands hurt when I was done. I don’t honestly know how to gauge this story, but I hope you like it regardless. It was fun to write, if nothing else.
And as I said, Happy Halloween.