a ghost of a time (358 hits)
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Submitted by <Art> (View user info) at 2006-12-05 10:32:43 EST
While cleaning out the back of the dimly lit freezer at his work site, a heavenly stench accompanies a chill that goes right down the back of a mild mannered laborer. Suddenly, he wasn't cleaning spatters of blood and muscle pulp, but he was standing out in a field just past an entrenched tree line, leading out in to the forest labrynth that already lay behind him in the journey.
He was in no mans land, and the goal was right in front of his eyes. A large house, with doors locked from all sides. Along the outside no trespassing signs were visible from all sides, but the explorer felt a strong inclination to expand his horizons and sanction the house as part of his escape from an infinitely abysmal life.
The sound of the freezer door slamming behind him shook him from his stupor. He walked over to the door, rubbing his biceps with his hands folded, as he opened the door in a vain attempt to stay warm enough to finish his job.
He steps over the inconsequential leftovers back in to a dripping pile of crimson flesh, and places a bucket beneath to catch the body's tears. He turns around to the sound of rusty metal screeching. As he cocked his head he was suddenly back in the forest maze, the house, and the high pitched creaking of the screen door his muse.
The doors were locked from all sides as he made his way around the perimeter. Curiousity got the best of him, and after following a beaten path he laid waste to some nearby shrubbery to find himself in front of a rustic cellar door, and the one entrance in to the building.
The basement reeked of age to such an extent that he could taste it. It was wet, murky, and seemed to be breathing with life, and swaying with the natural world that surrounded it. He made his way up the stairs, then stopped at the door leading out of the basement. There was light eminating from the window. Glancing outside, he saw a beaten dirt road with headlights coming up in his direction. He ducked for cover as the lights passed over him.
Wiping his brow out of relief, he felt a viscous liquid pouring in to his eyes. Immediately he threw his shirt over his face and wiped it off only to find the essence of life intricately splattered on to his shirt, like an abstract canvas painting.
He checked himself for scars or flesh wounds, but even among all of the broken glass, loose nails, and weak floor boards, his physical body was unharmed.
The chill down his spine seemed to be growing ever stronger from that point on. The house was massive, and from the way every single piece of furniture was built in to the house, along with drawers awkwardly built in to everything else, he could tell it was extremely old fashioned.
Havind had a scare, he wandered finally sitting down in the corner of a room which was the only one that was not covered in broken and useless trinkets. As he closed himself in, he noticed that with the door closed, the room was the soldi color of oak all the way through, with no variation anywhere, and a small section of the bible clipped out of a newspaper from god knows when and taped to the wall.
He sat down in the corner for what he intended, spraked up his spliff, and sat in the cold silence for what seemed like an eternity. Halfway through the burning embers left the silhoutte of a spider building a web in the corner. He blew some smoke its way just to watch the arachnid stumble about.
The room was coated in smoke, and even though he no longer had any grass, the sheer act of breathing implicated inhalation. He found the air wafting around the room comforting, as the smoke also left him feeling warmer than before.
Suddenly in the midst of this momentary relaxation, a sudden lapse in his comfort drew itself from the rooms small, and only, corner window. An icy hand had gripped his warm beating heart and he now felt faint.
As he headed towards the door, he felt for the handle.
No torque. No handle.
He slapped himself out of delirium, and looked down once again.
No handle. No door.
No door?
He fell to the ground, all he could hear was static interference. There was a shameless stench, and a familiar one at that, begging to take heed in a cosmic game of cat and mouse. He looked up to see a deep grin creeping up on his unsubstantiated, but entirely legitimate terror. The laughter was inaudible, as the static sound was bombarding his ear drums, like forks on a dinner plate.
The man finally managed to squint back in to focus, and stood back up in the middle of a deep freeze. Near hypothermic, he felt the back of his head. Shooting pain, followed by dried, crusted blood, flaked off in to his hand. He lifted a fallen rusty meat hook from the floor of the freezer and muttered to himself in a disgruntled fashion.
He looked down at his watch, only to find that he had an hour left before he was free from the shackles which kept him mopping up non-profitable animal remnants. He pulled his cellular phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and waited impatiently to the unbiased sound of the ringing tone.
He had gotten through, and in a quizzical tone, simply uttered, "House?"
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Submitted by jfreakman (user info) at 2006-12-05 23:03:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
what JMG said.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-12-05 19:30:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
frozen like blue
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2006-12-05 18:06:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-12-05 13:03:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Cool.
GET IT??
*sigh*
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2006-12-05 11:04:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Excellent and well done.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-12-05 10:38:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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