Post by Fear on Dec 4, 2011 20:01:05 GMT -5
The scene opens to a fuzzy, unknown, dream-like setting. It's dark and foggy. Now you begin to come to. This closet like room is shadowy. The walls are black and stained. A staleness hits you like a wall. The floor below you is a patchwork of small rugs.
"Crazy Gerard, crazy.. hm, crazy."
"He thinks so doesn't he?"
"He believes he is really Crazy? How obviously metaphorical"
"Yes, we shall show him crazy."
"Could he possibly handle the Fear? No. That is a rhetorical question isn't it?
"Yes, it must be"
"When will we be facing him?"
"Soon... the same day as usual."
"Good, very good. He will be the victim just in time then"
"Yes, the darkness will very much enjoy him."
"The darkness must be satisfied, and so it will be."
"We will defeat him and take his soul."
"But he is a big human, bigger than usual."
"Are you doubting my power!? You fool! You should die for those words. We will defeat him, we will take his concious and leave his body for the others to burn."
"I'm sorry master. Ofcourse we will. You will."
"You should go now, before you are seen. Before they hear us."
"Who, master?"
"The ears, you mortal, the ears will hear you, they always hear you. The eyes always see us aswell. There is no escape from the darkness. The light can only make the darkness stronger."
"Yes master. Before i go, the monsters should be awaken soon."
"Good, we will need them to defeat this threat."
"And defeat this threat we will, my master."
"You better hope so my boy, now go."
You hear fast foot steps, they dim and then fade. Now you listen closer.
"Where are you...?"
You swallow hard. Not knowing if it is you he is looking for. You look around you for an exit but there is none. You close your eyes and think to yourself that it is just a dream, it's just a terrible nightmare. And you will wake up soon and you will be ok. But you don't wake. Now there is an opening. A creeky squeak that enlightens you. You begin to move toward it in any way you can. It is getting better, bigger, brighter. You continue towards it in comfort. But as you do so you hear the vioce behind you.
"Ah yes, there you are..."
Now you scurry, as fast as you can. you get to the opening and you realize it was all a false sense of security. What you thought you were running from, you were running towards.
"Come on out from there. I am not finished with you."
You are enclosed. Now you have made it out of what it was you were in, only to be in a tighter, smaller, muskier, damper, darker room. You begin to feel the feeling in your chest.
"That's it, yes! Come on! Yes!"
The vioce now sounds like it is in you own head. You begin to panic even more. The feeling from your chest now moves to you throat, like an endless pit has been dug in your esophagus. You can feel it is tight. You get a chill and your eyes begin to fill with liquid.
"Yes! Yes! Listen to me! Give in! You know you want to!"
And as that last molequal enters your eye, it overflows over your eye lid and falls down you face. it's warm at first but then it is cold. Now it begins to happen on the other side. You stop trying to control it now as your body ajusts to the feeling. The tears drip to you chin and off your face. Theere is a long drop to the floor where you hear them hit and the sound echos in the room.
"Ah, good. Very good."
You accept what is happening and dare not to think about what will happen next. You grasp the feeling, you breath, you love, you feel, you experience,
THE FEAR.
"Crazy Gerard, crazy.. hm, crazy."
"He thinks so doesn't he?"
"He believes he is really Crazy? How obviously metaphorical"
"Yes, we shall show him crazy."
"Could he possibly handle the Fear? No. That is a rhetorical question isn't it?
"Yes, it must be"
"When will we be facing him?"
"Soon... the same day as usual."
"Good, very good. He will be the victim just in time then"
"Yes, the darkness will very much enjoy him."
"The darkness must be satisfied, and so it will be."
"We will defeat him and take his soul."
"But he is a big human, bigger than usual."
"Are you doubting my power!? You fool! You should die for those words. We will defeat him, we will take his concious and leave his body for the others to burn."
"I'm sorry master. Ofcourse we will. You will."
"You should go now, before you are seen. Before they hear us."
"Who, master?"
"The ears, you mortal, the ears will hear you, they always hear you. The eyes always see us aswell. There is no escape from the darkness. The light can only make the darkness stronger."
"Yes master. Before i go, the monsters should be awaken soon."
"Good, we will need them to defeat this threat."
"And defeat this threat we will, my master."
"You better hope so my boy, now go."
You hear fast foot steps, they dim and then fade. Now you listen closer.
"Where are you...?"
You swallow hard. Not knowing if it is you he is looking for. You look around you for an exit but there is none. You close your eyes and think to yourself that it is just a dream, it's just a terrible nightmare. And you will wake up soon and you will be ok. But you don't wake. Now there is an opening. A creeky squeak that enlightens you. You begin to move toward it in any way you can. It is getting better, bigger, brighter. You continue towards it in comfort. But as you do so you hear the vioce behind you.
"Ah yes, there you are..."
Now you scurry, as fast as you can. you get to the opening and you realize it was all a false sense of security. What you thought you were running from, you were running towards.
"Come on out from there. I am not finished with you."
You are enclosed. Now you have made it out of what it was you were in, only to be in a tighter, smaller, muskier, damper, darker room. You begin to feel the feeling in your chest.
"That's it, yes! Come on! Yes!"
The vioce now sounds like it is in you own head. You begin to panic even more. The feeling from your chest now moves to you throat, like an endless pit has been dug in your esophagus. You can feel it is tight. You get a chill and your eyes begin to fill with liquid.
"Yes! Yes! Listen to me! Give in! You know you want to!"
And as that last molequal enters your eye, it overflows over your eye lid and falls down you face. it's warm at first but then it is cold. Now it begins to happen on the other side. You stop trying to control it now as your body ajusts to the feeling. The tears drip to you chin and off your face. Theere is a long drop to the floor where you hear them hit and the sound echos in the room.
"Ah, good. Very good."
You accept what is happening and dare not to think about what will happen next. You grasp the feeling, you breath, you love, you feel, you experience,
THE FEAR.
