Onision Self Insert (Reaper's Creek)

Chapter 7: The Eyes of Death

The creek was becoming the monster of my back yard. I learned one day in school weeks after Phillip & I fist fought that he was on his sled by the creek far up the stream from me, and for some bizarre reason thought it was appropriate to slide down a hill that ended in the icy water which heavily flowed this time of year.

David was the one who broke the news to me, it was a fact that served as a silver lining on the ripped and burned pages in the book of my social life. David avoided me before as a result of death, and began talking to me again as a result of death.

Neither of us could understand how Phillip died as no one would tell us about his death beyond the fact that it was a sledding accident that ended in the creek. David and I discussed theories after our initial shock. Were there no other sled worthy hills around? Did he have something blocking the creek so he wouldn't slide right in? Maybe what was blocking him from winding up in the creek had fallen over after he failed to stop on his own short of the homemade safety precaution. Maybe as a result of that, he found himself being taken away by the heavy ice-cold current. Maybe that current lead him to a gathering of logs, and assuming he had not already drowned, he was sucked under the logs, causing him to rapidly cease existing in the world as we knew it.

My mother wanted me to stay home for a week once I told her the news, but more importantly, she also wanted me to stay away from the creek indefinitely. My Papa didn't have much to say about it and my sister Joanna was so obsessed with a relationship she was in while this all happened that it was like no one died at all to her.

It was bed time. I was still dealing with this news of Phillip's death and now I was expected to sleep. I thought I wouldn't be able to, but the hum and warmth of the furnace behind my head, and the washer below rocking the chains my bed was attached to, I couldn't resist slipping right back into the black cold room I had dreamt of so many times before.

The alien was waiting for me. I felt I had come to know him almost as well as a human can know and alien they're being abducted by. Once the fear subsided, I started to notice the creature ticked his head to the side every so often. He would make a click sound when he did this, almost like a kid I saw in my school in the special ed group sitting across from me at lunch in the cafeteria a couple weeks back. I noticed that kid a few times prior at school, but he ticked the consistently when trying to eat his homemade ham sandwich.

The alien's breath smelled like a swamp and felt like it was coming from a window being opened up to a fresh snowy day. I could tell the Alien blinked sometimes but his eyelids were transparent. Despite the creature having no indication in it's eyes alone as to where it was looking, I could tell because when it wasn't reacting to a tick, it would tilt its head to the side slightly and often stare in an obvious manner in my direction. Almost like the alien was constantly lost in deep thoughts about me or day dreaming with no thoughts at all.

I'm not sure what the alien thought was so special about me. I don't understand what was worth studying night after night, but this would be me assuming the alien was even real. I don't understand how a creature like that could even bring me to it considering how tiny my room was, how even more remarkably tiny my bedroom window was and really the only thing I could imagine was the alien would beyond my comprehension breakdown my physical body so I could somehow be transported through the very roof over my head. A roof in no attic as it was flat & low quality at that.

Come to think of it, in this dream I could hear the rain outside hitting the thin roof a few feet away from my ears. This meant I was still partially awake. Maybe I had more power than I knew, I thought to myself for a moment and then screamed at the alien "Let me go! Now!"

The alien looked at me, I was laying, paraliyzed vertically in front of him, with seemingly nothing supporting my upright body, especially not my own muscles. The alien chattered to itself as if it was laughing at me. I screamed again "Let me go!" and immediately a metal clang sounded off in the distance, the black empty distance behind the creature.

The alien looked back briefly analyzing the sound behind it, then turned to me and immediately began charging me. I screamed one last time "No more!" as I glared directly into the it's glossy dark eyes.

The alien jolted it's head back and emitted a vibration from it's entire body as what appeared to be fluid ejected from one of it's eyes. Immediately my body shot backward, making the alien look like just a spec in a only few seconds.

Now frozen in completely blackness I stood there like a puppet being controlled by an unseen master. Suddenly a sinking feeling overwhelmed my body and stars appeared all around me.

I began to realize the alien could tell I was waking up, not in the dream, but in reality. The alien charged at me because it had to rapidly inject me again, so I would not see where I was, how far I was from home.

The entire Earth sat thousands of miles beneath my feet. As I gazed down upon it, the entire planet grew larger as I began to understand I was indeed not in my physical body in any point in that black room. It was my soul the entire time, and my soul was running home.

The perfectly square roof of my house was just a dot within a massive green wilderness surrounding my entire neighborhood. I could see the race track. I could see the railroad. I could see the creek.

Everything appeared as I imagined it to be, only the creek had red marks distributed seemingly random up and down. They glowed like a cats eyes glow when shine a flashlight on them in the night. I didn't understand what these marks on the creek were, but I was already assuming what it could be.

I blinked as I fell a few hundred feet more and when I opened my eyes, I saw myself laying there. As I hovered above my body I began to wonder how I could possibly return. "Do I just lay inside myself?" I mumbled aloud. Somehow sensing me, my body twitched and then opened it's eyes. "Do I just lay inside myself?" my body had repeated my words exactly.

I turned around and tried to lay down but nothing happened. A clock radio reading 0400 near my bed was making a static noise so I moved over to try and turn it off. My hand slid right past the off switch and I could feel the electricity entering... whatever I was.

I jumped back landing in the middle of my body in response to the electricity and felt my physical self jolt up smacking my head against the ceiling that was so incredibly close to the bed anchored above the washer and dryer.

"Ow damn it!" I screamed. The furnace was still blaring, no one would have any idea what was going on in my room. There was no way I was going back to sleep so I slid down the ladder to my bed, put on a cartoon-covered bathrobe and immediately walked to the massive windows in my front room to look for at least one of the marks I saw in the creek while I was falling.

I wish I could tell you I saw nothing because I would rather this all have been simply a twisted & life-haunting dream. I...

I don't want to talk about this right now.