Last Monday I started seeing things... I told myself they were just hallucinations.. but now.. I know they're real..
It was September 9th.. I thought my brother had been revived.. I saw him.. I called to him.. but he didn't respond to me.. I knew he heard me, and I saw him try to speak but I couldn't hear him. I thought it was just my mind telling me that I miss him, and I do. I've missed him for so long, I want him to come back to me, he was like my best friend.
This wasn't all that I saw..
I saw things around corners, ghosts perhaps... but they looked like they were alive. I saw the Urban Legend characters that I was scared of as a kid.. all of them were real.. but no one else could see them.. am I the only one they're haunting?
No.. I can't be.. It can't be just me..
These corpses and ghosts.. they drive me crazy.. make me want to kill them and everything around me... I see them in my room and I try and stab them.. if I hear someone knock at my door, I pull out my handgun and hide it behind the door pointing it at them in case I think they're one of the horrors that I see..
I never feel safe, nor can I ever be alone.. they're always there..
When I went to a Christmas party with my family, they asked me if I was high on meth.. I told them I had no sleep because I knew I was never alone... always being watched.. they tried to comfort me and told me everything was going to be okay.. deep down though, I heard their souls asking if I really was okay..
They doubted me, they tried to call the police on me... I ran and called curses upon them.. the next day the police came to my door and told me they were all dead and I smiled at them.. they looked at me with distaste and just walked away... I focused on their minds, and I heard what they were really thinking of me, they were wondering why I was happy about my family dying.. they thought that I was crazy.. but I know I'm not... I pulled my knife out of my pocket and smiled at them as they walked away..
I thought of all of my favorite horror characters like Jeff the Killer.. and I saw him.. he walked towards them.. and they fell to the ground.. blood on the sidewalk.. I walked inside and threw the knife in the trash can... I saw blood on it.. blood was on my hands..
Three months later I started seeing things in my stingy little apartment.. they filled it up and blood covered their bodies, we were alike.. I would talk with them and we would agree that we weren't crazy.. just people who saw the truth..
But when I walked in public, people would avoid me and try to shield themselves from me, I became known as the guy who was always high.. but I never had drugs or alcohol... I was just blessed with this power.. this overwhelming sensation of control..
I was finally happy, I had lost control over my life but I regained it...
As time passed, I started to notice more people around me would just fall to the ground and wither away... I started seeing more of those like me... they would speak to me and not turn their backs on me... I had it all.
Two more months passed.. and then they started to disappear... I tried making blood sacrifices for them to come back.. even my own blood.. but they never did.. some nights I slept in my own blood.. wondering when I would find that power that I so desired..
I came to the conclusion, that if I wanted to see them.. I would have to become them.. so I made the decision.. I would become one of them.. and now.. I am.. I'm one who wanders.. I can finally.. see it all.. again..
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I see it all...
General FictionA man who was living a normal life can now see it all, he sees the ghosts and the horrors of the world that no one else can. These demons haunt him, what will they cause him to do?