There's a reason
I'm living in this abandoned warehouse. It's not because I'm a drunk
or drug addict. It's not because I'm mentally ill either. Though
people might think I am.
You see, it began
about a month ago with a dream I had. Well, I don't even know if it
was a dream. I don't know what else to call it.
In this dream, I
found myself on a fishing boat. The boat was decrepit and rusty.
There was a giant crane in the middle of the deck holding a net. The
crew looked like normal fishermen for the most part. Except there was
something really awful about their eyes. Have you ever looked someone
in the eyes after you made them extremely angry? These fishermen
looked like that all the time.
The surrounding
ocean was an unnatural green and looked more like sludge than ocean
water. The sky was covered in clouds that were the same green as the
ocean with areas of rust red in the cracks of the clouds.
They dropped the
crane into the water and left it in there for a short time. Then they
pulled it up and let the net drop their catch all over the deck.
But there were no
fish. There was only garbage.
And bodies
Bodies of infants
Many of them
looked torn apart. A few were still alive, twitching and making
gurgling sounds. The deck was soaked with their blood and viscera.
I was so
frightened and disgusted that I accidentally backed right off the
deck and fell overboard.
The sludge water
felt indescribably gross. I started thrashing and panicking. The
fishermen dropped the crane back in the water. I swam over to it and
grabbed on to the rope.
That's when I
woke up.
I was disturbed,
yes. But I shrugged it off pretty quickly. After all, it was just a
dream.
Famous last
words.
I went about my
day. However, not long afterwards I started hearing laughter. It would
start very quiet and distant sounding. Then it would get gradually
louder until it was like someone howling right in my ears. Then it
would suddenly stop.
I tried waiting
for it to go away. It wouldn't. After two weeks, I was still hearing
it several times a day and I couldn't sleep because it kept waking me
up.
I knew it wasn't
real. But I had to prove it to myself. I got a tape recorder and
waited for the laughter to start up. Then I pressed record. After the
laughter stopped I rewound the recorder and pressed play.
I heard it!
The laughter was
coming from the recorder!
The laughter was
fucking real!
I knew I had to
run. I had to get away from whatever it was.
I dropped
everything and I went to my mother's house. I told her I couldn't
explain, but I needed to stay with her for awhile. She probably
thought I committed a crime and was hiding out. Either way, she let me
stay. Bless that woman.
For about a
month, I didn't hear anything. I thought I lost whatever it was.
But then it
started again.
Without telling
my mother, I left her house and skipped town.
That's why I'm
here now.
It's been three
weeks and it hasn't found me yet. I know it will soon and then I'll
have to run again.
That's how it is.
If you think I'm crazy or you don't believe me, I have nothing left
to say to you.
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