The Tell Tale Heart - re-imagined -

The Floorboards

THE FLOORBOARD's POV

Groaning and creaking, my body bends under the weight of the intruder as the light feet, creep and shuffle towards the bed. this is not the first time I have felt the light foots presence upon me — this is however the first time that the light feet has been so reckless, usually cautious and patient —tonight however this is not the case — the feet scramble towards the bed with an erratic beat, then suddenly the feet have slowed and perceivably calmed.

This however is no interest to me, I long! Oh how I dream to return to the former glory of my past life, you would not have been able to comprehend the  beauty that surrounded the land, you know nothing of magnificence — but oh you should have seen me— before I had been a majestic tower of life.

Encompassed by a sea of green lush life that swayed together in perfect harmony, all the life of the land beating with one heartbeat, it could be felt from the bottom-most root to the last leaf fluttering in the wind of change. 

This all came to an end —Demons, the destroyers of the animal kingdom— they had come to wreak havoc and destroy the wonders of life, they abolished everything that stood in their path pillaging and mutating god’s creations.

I had once been majestic —the bringer and protector of life— now I am walked over scuffed by the bottom of the demons souls, I am worn and tired, bruised and scared —no longer majestic but an empty shell, a slab of my former self. 

Reality struck me as I felt myself being pried from my mounts, lumps of warm bundles were carefully placed within the crevices beneath me then my top panel was returned to the mount gently, as if I had never been tampered with, everything had returned to the way it was. 

The light feet stood up from its knees and slowly but confidently strides out of the room.