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Untitled Poe-Inspired Short Story
Topic Started: Oct 6 2011, 06:34 PM (344 Views)
Wallace Oct 6 2011, 06:34 PM Post #1
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Break out the L-word. The other L-word.
 In the strange manner that dreams operate, I knew nothing of how I came to be there. I was in my room, the night through my windows pitch black, and the only light to allow me to see was a faintly flickering candle in the middle of the floor. All furnishings seemed to have disappeared, leaving the room bleakly vacant. No sound met my ears; aside from the faint, incoherent mumbling of vaguely human voices that I knew weren't from external stimuli. These voices terrified me, causing my heart to more quickly pump the liquid ice through my veins. I wanted to curl up into the fetal position on the floor right where I stood but could not move of my own accord. My legs numbly pulled me towards the door to the hallway, each step causing the voices to increase in volume and clarity.

The smell of brimstone that filled the hall made me want to gag, and the voices in my head made me want to flee. But these terrors they spoke to me could not be run from. Things mankind should never know they shrieked and whispered to me, as I numbly walked down the dark hallway that was only lit by the warm yet somehow uninviting flame at the end of it. As I reached the end of the hall, I saw a most unnatural fire burning in the fireplace. It seemed to be much to red for a fire, and in fact was almost purple. The intense heat could be felt from where I stood at the end of the hallway. But this was not the most shocking thing I noticed about this room: there was also a tall, black figure standing before the fireplace. Nothing more than a large, very intimidating silhouette of some humanoid figure that was blacker than the pitch black of the night outside. As I gazed into the blackness that was his- no, IT'S, form, all the voices shrieked at me. "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

I desperately wished for these Voices to silence. The Beast turned to me, and stared at me with the only things of his body that weren't black as the abyss: his bright, red eyes. Oh, how they filled me with fear and horror. I, unconscious of my own movements, ran up to the fire, took the family blade that had hung above the mantle for many generations and pointed it in the Beast's direction with weak arms. He made a gesture as to say, "What are you doing? We're friends, remember?" I took the Voices' advice and disregarded this as I ran through the Beast. He slightly bent over as it pierced his heart (no doubt the blackest part of him), and fell over as I removed my blood-stained blade from his chest. To make absolutely certain that this Beast was dead; I then proceeded to bring my bloodied sword down on his neck, severing it from his body with one swift movement.

Again acting under instruction of the Voices, I took his head and placed it upon the table situated near the fireplace. I sat in the chair next to it, and to my great amazement and relief, the Voices stopped. I was finally able to rest...

Regaining consciousness seemed to be immediate after losing it. I was still in the chair, still by the fireplace, still free of the Voices. The black of night had subsided and the sun gave the earth a warm embrace as it rose in the east. I looked in the still dark room, and let out a shriek to find that the body of the Beast persisted in being there, still dead. I gazed in awe at the dark form lying on the floor, blood pooling underneath it. I did not know what to make of this manifestation of evil having made its way into reality.

It was then that I turned to the table beside me, and let out another scream: for the head was also still there, but it was not the Beast's. I recognized, after my hysterical screaming and sobbing had subsided, that this was the face of Stewart, my good friend who had been down on his luck and was taken in to sleep in my home for the night.

I then proceeded to return to sleep, in an attempt to take me away from this nightmare that I knew all too well to be real.

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