The Horror (481 hits)
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Submitted by Axolotl (View user info) at 2008-04-24 20:18:55 EDT
I see it in the corner of my eye for a fraction of a second. I might have missed it, but it's eye catches mine, and I see it fully—and then it's gone. A thing of ugliness. Laughing at me, it's clownish face a mockery of life and everything I love. I stop where I stand and look back, but it's gone. An icy hand grips my chest.
It's white round face and dark features is strikingly fresh in my memory, burned forever, filling me with a dread from where I cannot guess. In its eyes I see a being devoted to hatred of me, of ungodly torture inflicted forever, a pernicious thing mocking the hardships of life, and the struggles of all of humanity. It laughs, aloof and cruel, unconcerned with anything, a foil to its mission of evil.
A pale white face shimmering in my consciousness like a night terror, shaking and tremulous. Staring through my eyelids, it's unwholesome face jagged and bizarre. I step back, as if trying to moving away from this thing of unquestionable evil. It is something eternal and unstoppable, making my heart jump with a burst of foreboding.
I sit down, my heart racing, but my body provides no relief. I can still see it in my mind, overcoming all my thoughts and turning all to black. I'm sitting but my body feels as if it's tilting. A furious anger fills me as I think of this grotesque face in my memory, sharp and laughing, and my mind aches in violence. My fingers are shaking, and I'm unable to shake this vile image, growing more cancerous inside me with every passing nauseating second.
My throat burns and I stand up, shaking away this indispellable terror, finding that my heart is racing, pounding against my ribs. I stutter and shake, paranoid, looking for this being—and had I even seen it? I doubt myself, and the sickness is rising. This thing of hatred fills my mind, poisoning me, and I go back to sit down, unable to stand. I close my eyes—I sense something outside me tremendous, and evil. I scream. For a moment I view the creature again, a mask of pallid insanity proceeding over a wasteland of terror. In one brilliant second, I grasp the enormity of this thing's hatred of me, and the human race, as if it was some demon out of Babylonian nightmares, it's sickening laugh echoing across a field of burning bodies, as frames flash before my eyes.
A blue car by a bridge, with a mother throwing her baby over the side. A heart-wrenching crack. The creature appears in view again, and I'm in a canyon an undistinguishable but sentient force of evil towering over me, bearing down on me—I open my eyes.
Around me the world is changing. Where once was neutral and as serene and normal as a cup of water—all I see now is pain and evil. My familiar location is different, and I curse myself for catching a glimpse of that evil thing. As I close my eyes, I feel it all drift away, and for a single cursed undying moment I stare eye-to-eye with this bodiless evil, its black dark pupils staring into mine, the pallor of its skin making me break out in a livid sweat. I call for help, and help greets me with a hiss. I am alone utterly.
Heartbroken, I seize, feeling my chest buckle, and I open my eyes and turn on the lights, trying to dispel this creature. I scream, backing against the wall, engulfed by this terrifying vision, this hallucination of utter horror.
I think back to life before this embodiment of evil entered my life, when life was good and before I saw how senseless it could be. Like a demented analysis, I sense this creature around me, piercing my psyche and making me run my hands over my naked chest, making sure I was still alive. My heart races, the horror coursing through my veins like ichor.
This creature mocks life and all who possess it, for it has none. It's driven as if by clockwork, a spirit of hate and evil, that emerges in the strangest and most diverse of places, cursing those unlucky as I to have caught a glimpse of its evil. My retinas burn with the image, and I feel unclean for having seen it, for having exposed myself to such an unholy thing, something that spits on life. I hide not my face, vulnerable and pained, my inner defenses lost in the wake of the view of such a monster.
I wished that as soon as it came it was gone, but it rested dormant in my mind. I struggled not to think of it, but thusly this forced blankness gives rise to evil thoughts, and again I envision this tremendous evil, an embodiment of hate, rising above me, towering, barreling toward me with intent to destroy me, and obliterate my name from the tongues of everyone I know. I am insignificant before it, but yet like a child who spies an ant and deliberates over crushing it, it pauses before my annihilation.
I open my eyes in a shriek, and beat my breast, unable to escape these terrible sights. Everything around me turns to sand and blows away in the wind, leaving me naked and withered before this face that haunts my living days. I'm sweating, and crying, and the light flees from around me, the doors around me closing and the terror intolerable. All have abandoned me except for this evil being, godless and twisted, he the killer, and I his prey.
My voice cracks in my throat, and my hope collapses. I try to stand to let away my despair, torrents pouring down my chest, denuding my shirt. My pain has transmutated into a deafening call to end this suffering, a shaking feeling that penetrates me from my numb and stiff feet to the very top of my proud and bitter crown.
All around me is darkness, the world enshrouded by the evil that this being exudes, this monstrous thing still present before me, freezing me where I am. It calls, "Come to me, come to me," and my tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth, paralyzed and dry. My imagination filled with the thought that this torment would last forever, impossible to disperse, only ending when those outside my encircled world of despair and horror would throw me in my coffin and close it, or when I was ancient and broken, crippled by this evil that has come into my life, through my wayward single glance.
It's visions of horror fill me, corruption and hate enveloping everything I knew before. I can only make the choice to become like it, a being without a soul, in opposition to everything whole. I give in powerlessly, and stare into the eyes of this repellent thing, repulsive down to my very core, and realize it is something that I can never escape.
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2008-05-01 01:24:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by BubbaEarl (user info) at 2008-04-30 11:09:41 EDT (#)
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2008-04-25 20:59:30 EDT (#)
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Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2008-04-25 17:09:31 EDT (#)
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Submitted by supadupapupa (user info) at 2008-04-25 03:03:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
mmmmm, Lovecraftian!
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2008-04-24 23:59:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I found it a little overdone. You definitely overused the word 'evil'; I think you mentioned it in about four paragraphs in a row, and had it in 10 out of the 14 paragraphs you wrote (sometimes two or three times per paragraph). When you overstate something to that degree, it takes a lot of weight out of whatever it is you're trying to convey. Like, "Okay, I get it. It's evil." And when you're reading something and it gets to that point, it becomes boring.
No offense or anything. I'm glad to see someone writing something that took effort.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2008-04-24 22:57:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
So is he scared of living or dying or what?
Or is it because everything is just over.
Submitted by Lib (user info) at 2008-04-24 20:50:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WOW Nice
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2008-04-24 20:22:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
nothing but a story of true horror.