The Visitor (part 2) — Short Story
12/02 — Ever since that night, it’s been hard to fall asleep. When I close my eyes, I start seeing these strange symbols and sometimes I hear someone whispering to me. I swear it sounds like it’s in my ears, but no one listens to it, except me. Someone, no, something is calling me, maybe it’s whatever came to me that night, no, not maybe, definitely. I see… it. This time is different, I don’t feel scared and I don’t see it with my own eyes. It’s somewhere else, it’s not here, not in this world. Mom doesn’t see it, but I do. She’s worried, she thinks I’m going crazy, but I’m not. I’m sane, completly sane.
20/02 — It’s showing me images of a city, but unlike anything I’ve ever seen, it’s different, but somehow familiar, it’s underground, it’s dark, it’s… beautiful. I hear people talking, chanting, like they’re calling someone… is it me? It sounds like they’re calling me. Why would they call me? And where is this place? I ask and ask and it doesn’t tell me. It doesn’t like being called it, prefers… Friend? Are you my friend? It’s showing me something. It’s a door, and it’s etched with a lot of symbols, exactly like the ones I was seeing. Who did them? Probably punks, always scratching, and painting, and screaming, and kicking things. It wasn’t them? Oh, it was the people calling me… NO! Calling us. Why are they calling us? How do you know so much about them? They’re your friends? Then they’re my friends. Why can’t you go to them? We must go together? I can help you see your friends. Oh… we’re bound. Why am I not freaked out? Why do I trust you so easily? We’re friends. Yes, we’re friends.
1/03 — I’ve seen the place he wants to show me, I know that place, it’s near my house, just down the street. It’s a factory, abandoned, and defiled. Everyone defiles that place. They taint it with their filth. We must cleanse it, we must free it from the corruption that invades it, we must… Sleep. I must sleep. Can you help me go to sleep? I haven’t sleep in a long time. I don’t feel so good, I feel angry. Mom doesn’t let me go to bed angry, she says it makes it harder to fall asleep, but I haven’t been sleeping at all. I think I’m going to lay down.
04/03 — Do you hear that? That chanting, it’s… it’s getting louder and louder. Please make it stop, please, I beg you! Wait! Are they outside? They can’t be outside. No, they’re in my head, it… it… it’s putting the sounds in my head. What if it puts more things in there, like thoughts and… anger! What if it was it that put the anger in me? I feel myself sleeping away, somewhere.
07/03 — Everyone’s asleep, but we’re not, the people calling me are not. I must go to them, I must see what they want to show me. I must…
To be continued…
