Sea of Humanity

He feara sum beforan gengde

He sat in darkness. The realm of the unknown. Broken and cracked concrete, cool to the touch, surrounded him. He opened his eyes. His pupils were wide, black and shimmering, but they did not see. He was not there. He rocked slowly to and fro, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees. Through a hole in his jeans, he could feel the rough skin of his kneecap rub against the inside of his forearm. The hole was comforting. He didn't know why, but it was.

The cellar was cold, musty. He had been sitting for some time. Pulling his knees closer to his chest. He continued to rock and suppressed a shudder. Willed it away. Someone had just walked over his grave.

The floorboards above him creaked under the weight of something awful. It was still there. Looking for him. He shuddered. He was not there. Not there. He cast his mind elsewhere to other worlds and continued to rock. Eyes wide and not there. Nothing could be done now. There was nothing now.

Upstairs something hairless, gray and dead loped from empty room to empty room. Its slick skin, rippled and moist, emitted a stench of death and defilement. It stopped outside the open door to the cellar, the wood stairs disappearing down into the inky black below. It sniffed the air. Emitting a high pitched howl of delight it plunged into the cellar.

Down.

Down to the darkness below to the young boy who was not there. Not there.

Posted by Pernicious at January 9, 2004 10:24 PM | TrackBack