5 January 2013
It was happening again. I could feel myself being pulled into that other dimension. It was terrifying! Every single time I went there, bad things happened. Really bad things.
But here it comes anyways.
I brace myself for impact. I should be arriving any second now... And there we go.
I look around. I'm sitting on a dirt ground. The sky above me is a muddy orange. The only thing I can see around me is a square tree to my right. There are other things around me, I'm sure, I just can't see them. No matter which way I turn, I get the exact same view. A square tree about ten feet to the right.
By now, I know how this place works. Time and space are directly related to the wierdness of a thing. In other words, the more strange something is, the more important it is, and the harder it is to get to.
I sharply turned right and started running towards the tree before it could disappear. That did nothing. I was still in the exact same spot I was before.
Sighing, I kept the tree in the corner of my eye, and started slowly sidling towards it sideways. It seemed to work, in that it was getting me somewhere, even if that somewhere was away from the tree.
Within a couple of minutes, I hit something on my left. Turning around, I saw that it was a spiral staircase. I went up it.
I ended up climbing that thing for hours! Fortunately, I only seem to get hungry or sleepy when I reach my destination.
By the time I was all the way up the staircase, I was deep underground. Yeah, it makes no sense, but I'm used to it by now. I ran down a tunnel at full speed, across a bridge, when I spotted my destination. I never really knew where I was going to find it, but I always knew it when I saw it.
This time, it was in a giant purple lake. I didn't even bother to hold my breath as I jumped in. There was no point, really. This time, it only took a couple of seconds to reach the door. I opened it, preparing myself for what was on the other side.
And, there it was. The all-too-familiar tea party. I took my usual seat between the Nazgul/Dementor thing and the black insect-y guy. Our host, a skeleton with a smooth pointy head, with many sharp teeth, and bull horns on his head; called for our attention.
"Ahem!" he started. "The Gentlemen's Tea and Death Club meeting shall now commence!"
I stared into my cup, wondering what would soon be filling it this time. Soon a black sludge was poured into it.
"This tea, called gfyudsjkZfs, is from a rare part of the world..." the host droned on.
I stared into my cup again and decided to give it a shot. After all, the last time I was here, they served me lava, and that seemed to work out fine, even if it was a tad bit spicy.
I carefully licked the sludge before taking a sip of it. It seemed to be some sort of chocolate, or at least it tasted like it. Of course, I would probably never really know.
The host was now looking at me pointedly. He clearly wanted me to start the session this time.
"I really enjoy the tea this time!" I said earnestly. A couple of people (I use the term in the loosest sense) murmured their agreement.
"I now hold a record of two hundered and seventy four, twelve more than last time!" I continued. Several people whispered jealously. My mouth said the words without any interaction from my brain. At least this signaled the beginning of the end.
I slowly started to lose control over my own body. I continued talking about my current tally, then it was time for me to perform the time honoured ritual.
Killing a party guest.
After the first kill is performed, then the so-called 'party' will disintegrate into one big killing orgy. It would actually be kind of amusing, in a sick way, if it weren't for the fact that each time it happened, I would get killed painfully.
I was forced to watch as my own body betrayed me by sliding a knife out of nowhere, and then stabbing the poor insect guy! At least I think it was a guy. Come to think of it, it might have been a woman. Huh.
Anyways. The fight soon broke out. Weapons were pulled, tea cups were smashed, and the host looked a bit pissed off. Of course, it was a bit hard to tell with that weird looking skull face of his.
Finally the scary guy in the heavy black cloak that obscured his face pulled a gun on me.
The bullet went straight through my brain. It stung really badly!
There was that sensation of swirlyness again, and the whole world looked like it was being sucked into a washing machine.
I woke up.
I was standing next to the oven, this time. It was on fire. I vaguely heard my mother's scream, and the sound of the emergency showers coming on.
It always took me a while to adjust to the real world again. I slowly stretched my arms, and I felt the cold seeping into my skin.
It was five minutes I was out this time. It was always exactly five minutes. While my mind was in that demented wonderland, my body did something bad. This time, as the firemen explained to me, I had apparently tried to bake my sister's laptop into a cake.
I sighed. It was not like any of this was going to matter, anyways. In exactly ten hours, I would just be sucked in again. There was nothing anyone could do. I was doomed to repeat the entire process for the rest of my life, and knowing me, probably my afterlife as well.
Delusions Part 1 • Opuss № I