Read My Crap - Your Darkness
Read My Crap - Your Darkness
It all started with me living in a small cabin out in the woods. It wasn't too far away from the city, as there was a paved road nearby, but far enough away that it was quiet and peaceful. The cabin was old and dusty, the floor creaked and groaned as you walked, there seemed to be a thin layer of dust on almost everything, and the only light sources were the small windows that let some light through the yellowish orange plaid curtains that were hung there in some long forgotten decade. There was a small bedroom, a sitting room, a closet of a bathroom, and a little kitchen, the kitchen had a few old white cabinets that kind of looked like they were put up crooked or maybe time had just shifted the whole structure and nothing sits very level any more, the kitchen floor was that old black and white checkered linoleum from the 1940's, and there was a little green desk pushed up against a wall with papers all over it. There was also a card table in the middle of the kitchen with a deck of cards on it. There was an old fashioned little white sink with mineral stains running down the back side from years of leaky faucets, but it looked cool, it all gave the place character. The bedroom was big enough to fit a queen sized bed and be able to move around the bed, but that's all, it was quite small. The wood floors were bare and I had parts from old trucks up on the walls as decorations, it was also the brightest room in the cabin, as it had three windows, so it felt light and nice in there compared to the dim mustiness of the sitting room and kitchen. There didn't seem to be much for electric power, if any at all, and I mostly used old fashioned oil lamps to get around in the dark.
There was a strange presence in this place, something not quite right, yet I could never actually put my finger on what seemed to be off. But I knew strange things would happen in this cabin sometimes, like things moving in the night, or hearing footsteps out in the sitting room in the dead of night. But I was used to it and no silly ghost was gonna chase me out of my cabin, that was for sure. "I ain't fraid a no ghost!", but one morning after hearing an excess of activity in the cabin that night, I noticed something strange. There was an orange sitting on the card table in the kitchen next to my deck of cards. I didn't have any oranges and I knew for certain that I had not purchased any at the store, so who brought this in here. Did I have an actual break in?
I sat at down at the coffee table and poured myself a cup, I was deep in thought over the orange situation when suddenly the deck of cards moved on its own. Did I just see that? Nah, couldn't be. Then again, the cards move toward me, as if someone or something was standing there nudging the deck toward me. The warning bells rang loudly in my mind not to proceed, but I did anyway. I picked up the deck of cards and dealt out two hands, one for me, and one for our new invisible friend. But it was only to be four cards, no more, no less, this I somehow knew for certain. I picked up my hand, it was all 4 aces and I felt a rush go through my body, oh it felt great. It was like a boost of self confidence and inner strength like you've never felt before. I felt like I could do anything, accomplish any task! I reached over and picked up the other hand, it was two jokers and two jacks. All of the sudden my fishing rod falls over in the corner, startled, I jumped up and backed away from the table. I reached down and picked up the rod and immediately decided to go fishing, which is odd because I hate fish and I find fishing a bore.
But no matter, I headed out of my cabin and began walking into the woods, I knew right where to go. I came upon a clearing with a little babbling brook. The sun shone through the trees and felt warm and wonderful on my face, that confidence I had gotten from that experience with the cards was still glowing inside me, damn I felt good. So I cast my line and before I could real it in, I caught a big damn fish! I grabbed it off my line and was going to clean it when something else in the water caught my eye, a glimmer under the water, it was gold! A giant nugget of gold as big as my fist and directly underneath it, another nugget just as big! I'm rich! I've struck gold! I was super stoked and I took my fish and my new found gold back to the cabin for celebration.
I pop open a cold beer and enjoy its refreshing nature as I'm frying up the fish in my old rusty frying pan on the wood burning stove in the corner. It smells great, I couldn't wait to consume it, even though I usually can't stand fish. Suddenly I heard a thump behind me, I looked over my shoulder and saw the orange had rolled off the table. So I went to pick it up. Hey, maybe I'll use some of this orange on my fish! So I peeled off the top and took out some of the orange. It tasted amazing, the best orange I've ever had! Oh man, so juicy, so sweet, so perfect. So I dug down further into the orange until about half way down something odd happened. My fingers sunk all the way to the bottom, like that half was hollow. I pulled my fingers out and they were cover in blackish rotten blood. The entire bottom half of the orange was nothing but vile putrid blood, the stench was unimaginable and feeling of sickness and putridity fell over me. I was no longer amused with the happenings here, so I grabbed the orange, opened the door, and threw it with all my might out into the darkness. Good riddance.
That's when the deck of cards on the table nudged toward me again on their own. That same feeling came over me to deal the cards. Do it now. So I opened the cards and dealt the hands. I picked up mine and again, all 4 aces. That same feeling flooded through me. Oh, the confidence! The strength! I no longer cared about the bloody orange, who cares, I just wanted to finish off my delicious fish dinner. I picked up the other hand just to look, and it was the same as last time. Two jokers and two jacks, but this time the jacks eyes were bleeding. I dropped the cards back on the table, but this time they flipped over on their own, the jokers seeme to laugh as the jacks bled. It was a chilling scene, but in my state of ultimate confidence, I gave it little thought. I gathered up the cards and put them away in their pack. This time though I put the deck behind some books on a shelf in the sitting room and being unusually tired, I headed for bed.
Then, later in the wee hours of the night, I was awoken by voices, I could hear them outside my bedroom window. They were frightening sounding, like the sound of goblins speaking to each other.
"Do you think he knows?"
*hiss*
"He's starting to suspect something"
"We must be careful now, we can not lose this one"
"Do not worry, he will come willingly"
"His blood will become our own"
*Quiet cackling*
Frozen in fear, I listened intently, I could hear them walking about my place outside, I could hear their sickly breath wheezing as they passed by the windows, silently giggling to themselves, certain of success of whatever horrible plans these creatures had in store for me. So I shot out of bed, grabbed my gun and an oil lamp. I swung open the door to find two of them standing on my porch. They were short little dwarf like creatures with lumpy grey skin and big potato noses, like some kind of rotten swollen reanimated vegetable grown in the gardens of darkness. They were startled and shocked that I would so dare confront them as I raised my pistol and began firing until the gun was empty. They both just stood there in silence for a second and then fell apart into foul stenching chunks. Yet I could hear them laughing from somewhere beyond, I had failed. I felt a sickness inside of me, something growing, a darkness, and I had the urge to join them in their devilish laughter. But I resisted and headed back into the cabin where I sat in the sitting room, waiting to see if the goblins would return, but soon I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to a banging sound from the kitchen, it was morning now and light streamed through the windows in dusty beams. I walked into the kitchen to find the deck of cards on the table again and another orange placed right next to them. Once again the cards nudged toward me and the urge to deal was strong. No. Not this time. I was done. I grabbed the orange and the cards and charged into the woods until I came to a large cliff. I tossed the orange and deck of cards over the side and watched them plunge and vanish into the woods far below. It felt good to be done with that mess, so I turned around to head back and there they were again, right in front of my feet. The deck of cards and the orange. So I picked them up and threw them off the cliff again and began running back to the cabin, yet as soon as I entered the kitchen, there they were, right back on the little card table like they had never moved, the deck of cards and the orange. The deck of cards nudged toward me, deal, you must deal the cards. So I did, I grabbed the deck and I dealt it, consequences be damned! I want this to be over with! This time I had the hand with the jokers and the bleeding jacks.
Suddenly I was filled with darkness and evil laughter spewed from my mouth, it felt great, this dark powerful evil. I looked toward the bathroom and the two goblins were back, standing on either side of the door.
"It's time to return, your darkness", "right this way", said one of the gobins.
He opened the bathroom door and the floor was gone, replaced with a gurgling brownish puke looking mire. The goblin motioned to it with his hand, I was to sink into the mire. But I knew it was right, this was me, I had just forgotten. I stood up and walked to the edge of the gurgling hole. Its putridity called to me and a big evil smiled crossed my face, it felt so good to be back
"Sink.....yes,...siiiiiiink", hissed one of the goblins as I stepped into the slop, and we all cackled devilishly as I slowly sunk into the mire, returning to whatever dark land I came from.
"See, I told you he would go on his own", said one of the Goblins who smiled with evil as my head sunk under the mire.
