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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


A grieving man reflects upon his failed life of misery, forever trapped in an endless world of his own doubts and fears. Evil hallucinations make attempts to have him reveal his darkest secrets.


I never witnessed the world outside my damp enclosure. The infernal equipment used to encase me there had always entombed my imagination along with my outer form, the shell in which I had been born. Instruments of various sizes, masks of all colors, and needles of crystal origin illuminated the cavern around me, creating a cave of nightmares for the unsupervised or ill trained mind. The world I had come to embrace as my escape from reality had now become the only reality I embodied.

This vast entrapment of devils and disillusion that I had befriended over the seemingly endless decades of ensnarement only fed a waking mind to the wonders of a mythos outside myself. A plague of insanity or the breeding of an abhorrent contempt for a putrid society draining itself into the effervescent, political system? I had no desire to mingle with those of a lesser god anyways, for the Children of Outrage were molded with fire and forged by cruel entities in chambers such as these.

My reprehensible scratchings restricted by my lack of meddling in other worlds, allowing them to be more focused on my own tomb in which I festered currently. Fused walls and layers of endless chaos now could arrest my attention as I spiraled backward past a vast void I once I made love to and held dear. There could be no escaping the abominable night as it overtook me, feeding my urge to grasp the darkness, penetrating it wildly, raping the malignant souls that had been vaporized within.

The same determined beasts which sharpened their talons against the backbone of a civilization pushing itself to the brink of it's own extinction with overwhelming amounts of malice and doubt. I had no need for a future outside of this which I had created, ambushed by mirrors and microscopes which I used to glimpse the vast expansion beyond myself. The obscured light here held the secrets of a demonic lineage that cast shadows on a prior generation of abysmal creatures whom never ventured beyond their fortresses of gloom. 

I had freshly fallen victim to agony and fits of utter rage, knowing I'd created secrets that could transform lives and end poverty for the masses of whistle-blowers that scurried the crowded streets, seeking employment through various government fed facilities. The gnashing of teeth and bashing of skulls that breathed within the pulse of modern humanity was never more pungent than the current moment, as I lay awake, staring off into the endless void. These harrowing sounds, they vanquish my desires to eat or sleep, continuing to drag me deeper into the depths of my own worst judgments.

For there a jury of my fears beckons and harps upon the nightmares I've experienced, toying with my mind as if it were a piece on a chessboard. Deprived of an opportunity to win, I'd be shackled, forever cloaked within this intimate darkness as these entities of unrest decided my fate. These demons had seized me and within their repulsive clutches, I was to release all the secret knowledge I had gathered so that an unappreciative world could have an antidote for it's crippling disease. 

Hope was absent as I lay there, unable to maneuver, a trickle of warm urine creeping freely about my posterior. Was this the final limitation that Galileo had bestowed upon humanity in his rampant search for a divine future? Consecrated and blissful, this magnificent pairing of dark and light, combining in an ambrosial illusion was the sign that beckoned the ages. My mind reaching the final mystical stages of pure enlightenment, explosive and yet heavenly, cascading throughout my memories, expunging my past as if on a chalkboard.

I would not confess or reveal my secrets to these entities for them to be published to the ungrateful masses who deserved nothing from me. An acknowledgment of my own undoing, a simplistic death in a cell sealed beyond the precipice of human understanding, never to be found or remembered. I understood these ramifications and that knowledge put my mind at ease. I watched these organisms make slight alterations in the darkness, lacerating the walls as their malodorous tentacles clung to my ankles.

But I restrained my tongue, knowing that their feeble attempts at torture would not invoke a response for these secrets were ordained to expire with me. For now I had fallen victim to my own comprehension and conciseness, beginning to realize the familiarity of an unbound intelligence. Effortlessly unbridled, I was completely at ease and yet a prisoner to my own psyche barred from the reality I had created for myself, having taken this journey completely alone. 

Now all these barricades and hindrances could crumble and instruments decay as this void fulfilled its purpose descending inward, collapsing upon itself. And as the callous, feral entities inverted back into obscurity, the only casualty of the obscene onslaught was I and the magic that could have freed the entire world.

**

Adam Koss/ December 26, 2017


Submitted: December 30, 2017

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