On a pitch black, and extremely stormy night
Where the rain pours heavily under the streetlights
There lies a cabin just beside the woods
All alone, away from the neighborhood
This cabin is old, plain, and boring
But just near the window, you can sense something boiling
And just before you can make out what it could be
A man with long, curly hair jumps out and grabs you by the sleeve
He pulls you through the window into his home for he needs someone, this cannot be done alone
He brings out a gray, floating orb into the palms of his hands
It mesmerizes you and puts you into a trance
He waves it around like he's performing a trick
But this won't last forever, that's not it
He isn't a one trick pony, you see what he does next
It sends shivers down your spine and cold chills around your neck
The mysterious, floating orb had been fraudulent
This discovery wakes you up, you're more aware of your conscience
And just before you could lash out about any of your thoughts
He turns the orb into the ladle and dips it into a boiling pot
An utter shock appears on your face due to this turn of events
But you remember what you smelled outside and it all made sense
You're handed a soup bowl, fresh off the stove
But you refuse to eat it, and you plead to leave the home
The man started offering you more, but he didn't understand
Your feelings of betrayal were starting to get out of hand
He would give you all the reasons to start eating your food
But even after that, you just sat there Your hands wouldn't move
At this point, he was yelling for you to eat
But you always sat still and your face had shown apathy
He would get on his bed and somehow put his ankle behind his back
He was yelling with four lungs, it was louder and more annoying than a train squeaking on its tracks
The screaming turned into melodic singing, you could recognize the tune.
The tune was from Michael Jackson with the lyrics changed for food.
But even this wouldn't ever convince you to stay
You head out the door, which was a large hole, by the way
You stop to think about your night regretting ever stepping foot near that window
But the past is now unchangeable, there's nowhere in it you can go
You step back into the outside with a confused look on your face
But the man stayed inside screaming his own name
THIS IS NOT THE LAST YOU'VE SEEN OF "WEIRD AL" YANKOVIC
You had just recognized the name, it all finally clicked
YOU ARE READING
The Mysterious, Floating Orb
Short StoryA possibly familiar man pulls you into his cabin late at night so he can show you his magic trick.
