THE PROBLEM SOUND (VOICE)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Possession takes many forms, the solution can take a strong stomach

Submitted: November 22, 2007

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Submitted: November 22, 2007

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INTRODUCTION TO‘THE PROBLEM SOUND (VOICE)’
 
This short story was written when I was 14 years old, I initially drafted it for school homework, but when re-reading it thought that maybe, it was a little intense to present as my assignment, (it was 1984) so removed it from my English Book and wrote something a little more mundane. It is presented below as it was originally conceived by my over active imagination. The only changes are text improvements to try and bring it up to a more acceptable standard of writing, in doing so I have tried to maintain the true spirit of the story.
 
At age 14 back in 1982 I was heavily influenced by the UK Video Nasties Scare society I was happily a part of, and so the work has been shaped by my exposure to them. I still feel to this day that The Problem Sound (Voice) is an original and disturbing piece of fantasy that holds up quite well and does not have to many plot holes in it to spoil the enjoyment, so as you read it let your nightmares run away with you and enjoy…
 
 
 
 
THE PROBLEM SOUND (VOICE)
 
 
I would like it to be know from the beginning that I suffer from a rare mental state of mind, which causes me at random to flip between two phases of being, similar I suppose to having a split personality.
 
The dialogue that follows is written in diary format and will convey as well as I can the problem that has attached itself to me. This problem has nothing to do with my mental condition but with - no, I will tell you about that later, I’m getting ahead of myself.
 
The only reason I have told you about my mental issue, condition, is in the hope that it makes my following notes easier to understand, they have been written by my normal half, some could say my sane side of life. I suffer many hours in my opposite, parallel life, but usually my time spent there is a blurr and ends with me becoming unconscious before phasing back into the norm. I always seem to come out of it though, although the ratio of time spent in each side is vastly altering until I seem to spend as much time in my second state, as in my sane life.
 
That is my own problem though, let me enlighten you on an even greater problem which may concern YOU!
 
 
27/02/1983
 
The time is precisely 3:32 pm, exactly one day and three hours after contact with the source. It is best I fill you in on the happenings of yesterday.
 
I am a single man of mature years and live alone in a ground floor bedsit flat, it was whilst I was listening to the radio that I first came across the sound (transmission) in between radio channels. I think that it is called white noise. By closely listening I could identify the sound on the wavelength as a voice and it seemed to be repeating my name and cursing me! I became so vexed, some would say scared, that in a fury I switched wavelength, then even waveband but still the noise continued to follow me up and down the scale. I finally put a stop to it by cutting of the power supply, and what seemed its life blood for with a hideous screech it vanished from my ears.
 
Length spent in parallel state 7 and a half hours.
 
28/02/1983
 
Impossible to listen to the radio today, voice/sound, is continuous whenever it is switched on. I have decided to tape long stretches of audio patterns but when listening back to them can still only make out certain words.
 
It seems to me that I am being aggravated by a person who is dead, maybe a former tenant of my abode, or even a distant relative, whoever it is though they are seeking to torment me and threaten my personal life. I must find a way to contact him, I say him, the voice is deep in pitch.
 
01/03/1983
 
Had another attack today. I am scared, really scared, this thing is hindering me in my parallel state, when I am at my most vulnerable. He, or as I now like to prefer to say, itkept me on the other side forover 13 hours, that is four hours longer than ever before. I had to really fight to bring myself back into reality.
 
I am beginning to think it wants me to join it in its twilight world of evil. I will not go! 
 
I have though to seek help, medical help, but am to scared, I do not know if it would let me, I think if it knew my thoughts I would be a dead man. I know it has the power to kill me whenever it likes because I can hear it on the radio at night while I try to sleep, it taunts me, it prays on my dark thoughts, I can not shut it out and yet the radio has been disconnected from the power for days. I am being haunted!
 
 
02/03/1983
 
Was terribly sick this morning, I am not sure, but the stuff I bought up was not from me, it was neither food or body fluids and as I left it where I spewed it seemed to take on a form, or maybe it was just a trick of the dim light but I am sure I have had my first glimpse of what it looks like.
 
Only spent eight hours in my parallel state today, I had no contact with it there. It is playing with me.
 
 
03/03/1983
 
I have seen it. God knows, it’s the most hideous form of living matter I have ever seen,.
 
The incident began on returning to my apartment. It was talking to itself on the radio, which incidentally is still disconnected. After some minutes all went quiet so I looked at the device and saw to my horror the startings of an excretion from the speaker cavity, it was a reddish jelly that had oozed out and was building up on the table in front slowly solidifying as it formed.
 
 
04/03/1983
 
All is quiet, the form is still on the table, the radio is dead, and I dare not go near either of them. The form, (which I believe to be the voice in solid state) has started to let of a pungent aroma. It wants me to think that it is dead. There seem to be no signs of decomposition so I do not know if it is trying to trick me.
 
Spent five and a half unaffected hours in my parallel state.
 
 
06/03/1983
 
I am beginning to think that it is dead, there have been no voices, no movement and the smell is unbearable. I am also not being prayed on when in my most vulnerable state.  I must give it a bit more time though just to be sure. I must be sure!
 
 
07/03/1983
 
How can someone be so stupid, I am such a fool.
 
The state of the creature had not changed when I woke this morning, so I decided to try and move it, get it out of the place, as the smell was beginning to choke the life out of me.  I tentatively made a start of detaching it from the table with a knife when: it attacked me!!
 
For a moment in my startled state I lost control of it, it seemed to change in a second, from reasonable solid appearence that I had come to know to that of slime, releasing it, in shock, I dropped it to the floor but it made contact with my leg and now it has attached itself to me. The form has dissolved through my trousers and the pain of the attachment is excruciating.
 
 
08/03/1983
 
Have not left house all day and have had no contact with the outside world for over a week now. It is still clinging to my lower leg. I feel movement within my skin as if it has sent feelers out penetrating my flesh.
 
I tried to remove parts of it with a knife but the pain was unbearable, with every cut I felt I was cutting my own flesh.
 
 
09/03/1983
 
I was to scared to mention it yesterday, but I will now. It is shrinking, and yet the pain is increasing, spreading.  I think I know what it is doing, what that bastard thing is doing, it seems so uncomprehendable.
 
I feel so calm and relaxed yet my very life if threatened. This is the way I see it. Something had sought me out through the medium of my radio, is it an evil spirit, a demon, an alien I do not know, but it is torturing me. Now it is on my body, it can’t want to kill me. I got that bit wrong. What it does want is ME.  It wants to get inside me, take me over, possess me.
 
 
10/03/1983
 
Problem solved. I am in a calm frame of mind again and have decided what I must do. I feel so rational yet when I think of the task ahead I want to vomit.
 
I can’t cut it off. I have tried, so instead I will remove my leg. I have everything I need as crude as they may be. I have little time to loose, I feel the pain higher up my leg with each passing hour. I will spend the rest of the day preparing for the removal, and the deed will be executed tomorrow at day break. Oh and the tool of choice to carry out this event….. a chainsaw.
 
The only thing to come out of this is that since my uninvited guest has been, shall we say, closer to me I have had no parallel episodes. It seems that is one thing it does not require from me and so it seems to have removed it from my makeup.
 
 
11/03/1983
 
This is my last entry before the operation. I have had little to no sleep as I have been preparing. I have fetched the chainsaw and have a metal sheet heated in the oven for application to the severed stump to stem blood loss. I have constructed a unique device so that I will not have to make the cut myself. I have set the chainsaw up on runners so that I can release it by remote and allow it under controlled free fall to slide down a track and cut whatever’s in its path. The obstruction being my leg. I have everything at the ready so here goes. Shall try to write later in the day. I feel sick to the core but I must be strong.
 
3:14 pm
 
It is done! But not without issue. I am just getting over the shock of the procedure from seven hours ago.
 
The speed of the chainsaw had not been fast enough to cut straight through. It tore only half my leg apart putting me in a frenzy of pain, that I nearly passed out there and them. Somehow I kept conscious and grabbing control of the tool had to complete the task by hand tearing through flesh and bone. I was fully spattered with my own precious blood, almost blinded by it, the bone was cut to jagged edges and hunks of skin flayed loose from the stump.
 
With the pain tearing into my soul the first thing I had to do was stop the bleeding, this I used the scalding hot metal plate, with rags holding it I pressed it firm against the stump and had to listen to the sizzling as I felt my flesh burning. Then the smell almost as vile as it had been.
 
Now the task is done and I need to recoup
 
 
13/03/1983
 
Two day have passed since I last wrote, I am feeling slightly better. I am getting about with the aid of my DIY crutches. The severed leg, with evil growth are safely stowed away in the freezer until I can decide what to do with them. I think I will bury them in the back garden. All is silent all is still. I think at long last it is dead.
 
 
16/03/1983
 
Problems, on my God, Big Problems. Listen to me carefully, and take in all the facts.
 
I buried the leg and attached growth yesterday in a shallow grave in the rear garden. It took all my strength to do it but I could bear it no longer being in the house. This morning I found several dogs sniffing around the burial area. When I eventually scared them off I found that the grave had been exposed and that the leg with growth had been partially devoured. They had eaten it.
 
The warning I am giving you is this.  The growth is dangerous, it is evil and now it could be inside the stomach of YOUR dog.
 
It will lurk about hidden in the juices of the dogs intestines, it will consume the food the dog eats, it gathers strength as the dog looses its own strength. It will grow inside the dog until it is strong enough to survive on its own.
 
Then and only then will it force it way out of the creature, a sickening explosion from the ribcage of the animal, or maybe forcing itself along the restricted throat, splitting it all the way up climaxing out of the mouth and into the outside world, but which ever way it chooses to exit it will come back to me!
 
And…. until that one quiet night when a family grieve the loss of their pet dog on the other side of town, and until that night when it drags its repulsive body through the gutter and mire of the twilight dark, and until that night when I wake up and hear the curses and blasphemy from the dead radio. Well, then I will know that it’s back and this time it’ll be for good.


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