The Scariest Thing of All
Louisiana, United States
content warnings: Graphic Physical Violence
The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all things ancient and new. Stuck in an endless loop of unquenchable desires can drive one mad.
Scratching at dead flaky skin that forms a pile of snow on the sheets. Snapping your fingers like carrots, one by one until your fingers can lead you to any place in this ghastly world. Ripping your teeth out and using the dripping, pooling blood as lipstick. Pulling your eyelid back as the hot needle slowly makes its way towards your iris.
Not that we would do this. It's only a dream, as dead as the man in my freezer.
My mind is full of
the wind pushing me towards my doom
static yanking the hairs of my neck up
the screeching of church bells in a graveyard
piano music in an abandoned mall
the death of a lit candle
the falling of stars
a doll with one eye
dirt under my fingernails
the laughter of children at midnight.
You're real in my mind. I can almost feel your leathery, tight skin as my fingers claw at the dirt that holds you prisoner. I'm coming to get you. We still have so much to do. I can't wait to
tear your skin from your bones
pluck your eyeballs from their sockets
string your teeth on a wire
slurp up your leftover blood
devour your organs
use your heart as the centerpiece of my mantle.
I know it sounds painful. Don't worry. I'll make sure to distract you. We could listen to
the squeal of metal as two vehicles collide
the crying of children
the scratching of a chalkboard
the sound of meat frying in grease
dead church bells
the screaming of the dead man in my freezer.
Whichever sound will put you at ease. I need you calm as I scrape the meat off your bones. I need absolute concentration when I snap your muscles like a rubber band. When I slice your tongue from your body. When I sharpen your bones into weapons.
I know it sounds scary. But it's not as scary as being trapped in your own mind. I've been staggering around this old shack for ages. My bones ache. The last time I had company was when the lumberjack stumbled across me. He had to make it
through the small, traditional town
past the school house full of dead minds
through the graveyard as old as the town
through the meadow with weeds gripping his calves as they begged him to turn back
past the highway that only teenagers desperate to prove their worth drive down
through the dark, weary wood
finally to the small clearing accessorized with a run down shack.
As I drag your body through the woods, the squealing of tires and laughter of teenagers rings in my ears. I drop your body, leaving you victim to the woods as I imagine what fun I am about to have.
Running to my shack, a small grin blossoms on my face as I gather my special supplies. Oh, what fun! They won't see me coming. I prep the basement for the arrival of my newest collection.
The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all.
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