Disjointed 12/8/2017

​‘Stay awake’ I repeated in my head continuously.

​​I must make another coffee, or at least an energy drink. Christ, even caffeine tablets will do. I just need to stay awake. I can’t move either, I can’t let it out of my sight.

Dear reader, you are most likely wondering the reasoning behind my caffeine induced psychosis. I must tell you that I am plagued by a deep evil, something malicious, something not of this world.
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I have been trapped in my house for what feels like forever. Enclosed within these unforgiving walls whilst that thing patrols the outside. It looks like a person, but don’t be fooled. Whenever I look directly at it, its face distorts, swirling around like a ripple of water. It was abhorrent, but eerily mesmerising. I found myself lost in the swirls, hypnotised into holding my gaze a while longer.

Occasionally, it would violently bang its hammer-like fist against the window. Its claws that protruded through its skin scratched against the window with each thud.

My legs were beginning to ache from lack of movement. The colour drained from my legs, now donning a pale, milky hue. I could not move from this spot though. The middle of the room was the perfect spot to keep an eye on that thing.

I knew my time was drawing near. I had been contemplating putting a bullet in my head over and over since its arrival. Failing that, grabbing the nearest knife and slicing my throat. Anything to give me relief from this hell. It would be easier then letting that thing get me. God knows what it would do to me.

It seemed to be getting frantic, banging heavier on the window, spouting the same nonsense it had been doing before. It was almost as if it was speaking in tongues.

It patrolled from window to window, dragging its elongated limbs across the floor. It stared at me as it stumbled back and forth, clearly thinking of me as a meal.

The thing must have thought that trying another tactic would coerce me from my spot. It spoke softly to me now, almost as if it was negotiating with me. I knew its true intentions.

“Leave me alone! For god’s sake just leave me alone” I cried but it was no use. Its incessant droning on continued regardless of my pleas.

I kept one eye on the creature and another on the cabinet in the corner of my room. I am sure I had left my gun in there. I hope it had bullets in it.

The thing had disappeared. For a moment I assumed I was safe. The sheer bliss I felt in that short duration of time was immense.

*THUD* It was at the door now, trying to force its way in from the other side

*THUD*

The door began to splinter with the second thud. A cold wave ebbed and flowed throughout my body, followed by a hot spell shortly after. Time was drawing near.

I got up from my spot, my limbs shaking. I ran towards the cabinet, fumbling about for the gun in the drawers.
‘Fuck, its in here somewhere. I know it is.’
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*THUD*

I felt it, the cold metal of the handle biting my fingertips. My hand gripping around the handle like a boa. It had one singular bullet in it.

The gun felt right against my head, nursing me into a trance. I could not keep it straight against my temple; the caffeine would not allow that.

*THUD*

The door swung open, the creature standing at the door. The mist from the outside creeping in beneath its feet. It walked slowly towards me. It was completely silent in the room, other than its footsteps and my heavy breathing.

“Please leave me alone! I beg you” My voice straining as I screamed at the thing.

It stopped. Staring at me. Its lips now moved, as if it was talking, but it was completely silent.

The room had a heavy feeling to it. The tension was high. My life resting in the hands of this gun. My demise dependant on whether I pull the trigger.

“I swear I’ll do it” Tears were running down my face, my hands still shaking; the gun swayed from my neck to my head. I just had to time it right and it would be an instant death.

The monster stood still, staring at me. Its lips still moving, voiceless. A void. This must be a sick way of taunting me.
‘It’s now or never’ I thought.

*BANG* I dropped to the floor, still alive.

The smoke from the pistol circled above in the air as I stared above. I could hear footsteps, but I was not afraid anymore. Everything seemed peaceful.

A wet sensation startled my neck as the blood gushed out of the bullet hole.

*thud* *thud* *thud*

The creature loomed over my head, staring at me. I was not scared of it now.

My eyes adjusted as the distortion in its face faded away. Everything became clear. The creature transformed into a uniformed man. Something about the man caught my eye. Above his left chest pocket, laid a badge with six letters sprawled across it.

‘Police’

I looked to my right side. The phone swung from side to side, echoing its dreadful tone.