The Possession-Draft 1

The Possession

Chimney hummed to himself, Nettie by Type O Negative had been sticking in his head as of late, and it was the only noise to be heard as he slunk past rows of cold dusty metal shelves, each lined with glass apothecary jars like a long forgotten research lab. Milky white orbs floated within yellowish liquid held by each jar. These were the eyes he had collected over the years, all staring lidless into the darkness of his vast collection room. It wasn't so much a room as it was a warehouse, and with him collecting so many souls per day it would only continue to grow, its rows stretching endlessly into the Void. If there was any place that he felt slightly content, it was here.

He smirked as he picked up a jar, this victim had heterochromia... a rather rare form of it in fact. The irises were a vibrant green and blue, seeming to look at him pleadingly. It was as he was admiring his latest acquisition that the black lights he used began to flicker. He lifted his head, and placed the jar back on the shelf, the black essence that seeped out of his being coiling and curling around him. The lights flickered again, and his brow furrowed as his miasma thrashed uneasily. Suddenly the lights grew brighter and brighter, their filaments glowing bright and white hot before the bulbs exploded, sending flying particles of glass into the air. A high pitched whistling noise ripped through the room, causing him to clap his hands over his ears. He whirled around to find the source, and he looked on in shock as his jars began to shatter around him, their contents spraying through the air and onto the ground. And yet the sound continued, and if anything seeming to just grow louder, threatening to destroy his eardrums. He fell to his knees, not even being able to hear his own screams of pain as blood began to seep through his fingers, the jars continuing to burst around him.

Then, just as suddenly, the noise stopped. Chimney shakily took his hands from his ears, looking at his stony palms. They were coated in blood, and he felt an oozing sensation creeping down the side of his face. He was surrounded by broken glass and eyes, the stench of formaldehyde and alcohol overwhelming. But just as he was about to rise, a deep silky voice seemed to emanate from everywhere around him, whispering, "No Chimney, stay on your knees...it's where you belong."

That voice, he had hoped that it would remain a distant memory. Yet it was here, and he as he tried to move he felt something frigid and unseen slither under his eyes, the sickening pain causing his vision to reel as stabbing branches extended into his brain. Yet still, he managed to bark out, "No...it can't be! We killed you! What the hell are you doing to me?!"

"Oh, Chimney...I told you what would happen when you defied me..."

It was with sudden horror that Chimney realized that it was his own lips that moved when the voice spoke, with his own voice sounding oh so feeble in return as he wheezed, "You-"

"And now I shall demonstrate how I keep my promises", it felt like red hot nails were being driven into every joint, twisting their way into him like he was nothing more than an insect being pinned to a board. His veins felt like they were being injected with acid, and his body convulsed violently as the invasion continued. The stomach mouth howled as Chimney screamed, his form feeling like it was being stretched beyond capacity as his vision went black.

His vision cleared, and he saw himself standing, but unable to move. He willed himself to turn to his vaporous form, to move, to do anything, but it was like trying to push a mountain. His limbs were like lead. The stomach mouth was silent and closed, its voice cut off from his mind. There was a sensation in his chest as if his heart had suddenly been wrapped in steel cables, making him wheeze.

The voice of the Goat laughed softly, "What's wrong Chimney, don't you like possession?"

"Fuck you! Where are you taking me?", Chim struggled, trying to make any part of his body respond while he watched himself walk towards the exit of the room, glass crunching and eyes squelching under his boots. He could only continue to watch when he saw his eye room burst into flames, the formaldehyde causing the fire to take on a greenish-blue tinge.