Humanity

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

“Can you hear Him too?”

“Can you hear him too?” It’s funny how a simple question such as this can lead to the horrific tragedy that would soon befall me. I would like to say that what I’m about to tell you is simple, that you will understand. However, I cannot bring myself to do this, to lie about something so important, so tragic, that it will never be forgotten. Well, it will be forgotten. Because that’s what He wants. It’s what He craves. He wants to feel the satisfaction of getting away with the heinous crimes He’s committed. But unlike the rest of humanity that gets to forget, the unlucky ones as He would say, I have the “privilege” of remembering. I have been chosen to spread His story on to future generations and their posterity, to elicit fear in all ages. And that’s what I will do. No matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice, I will fulfill my purpose so I can finally forget, and finally, finally, be laid to rest for the last time, wrapped up in the comforting embrace of death.

What I must tell you cannot be said directly, the act so gruesome that the majority will drop dead with fright upon hearing it. All I can do is describe. The rest is up to your imaginations. 

It begins when He calls. The ones who choose to ignore are followed, some are even driven to suicide to escape the agonizing pain of his screams. The ones who listen are given instructions. “Obey or die.”, he says, over and over until the phrase burns its way into your mind, making your very existence excruciating. Soon every breath elicits a stabbing sensation radiating through your chest and every step seems to cause your legs to split in two. When it is finally time for your task to be completed, it is too late. He has already taken over your mind and body, shoving your consciousness into the dark alleys and morbid corners that make up your subconscious. He forces you to watch as he kills them. He makes you listen as they scream, essentially driving you mad. When He has finished, He leaves you with the memories and a mission, this mission to be precise. However, even after He has left and all is well, you are screaming. “NO! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” Even now, the formerly external thought has become a constant internal mantra. Reminding me that it happened. That He happened. However, all I want to do is forget. 

I have become jaded by this memory, so now it all must end. The dull, infuriating itch underneath my skin. The constant looking over my shoulder fearing that He will be there, watching me, waiting to strike. I am tired of the mask I wear every day to please humanity, it is hot and uncomfortable and some days I feel it fusing to my face, causing pain and permanent scarring when I try to remove it. So now I leave the story with you, the future generations, and their posterity. For, I just cannot stand one more minute of agony here in this world. However, I can leave you with this small piece of information in the hope that maybe, just maybe, repetition can be avoided. The monumental discovery is His name...

Beware Humanity.

For He will be your downfall.

 


Submitted: May 17, 2021

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