Nighttime Prowler

 I just felt like writing this. It's sort of (not) based off of a real fake true story.

Sleeping. Or so they think. I lay in my bed, eyes closed in false slumber. I crack them open so slightly, just enough to see their blurry silhouettes moving about the room. I suppress a smile. I hear the opening of the fridge, of some sort of container being opened and the insides consumed. I saw Mum walking towards the stairs and ascending. I saw Dad returning from the kitchen, on his way to the office to finish his work on the computer. Once both were out of sight, I silently slid out of bed and crept towards the dim light of the office. Dad was on his computer, back towards me. My older brother sat on the other side of the room, typing something and listening to music through large headphones. Perfect. I had the lucky advantage of owning black pajamas. I tip-toed over to my dad, silently watching his work for a minute, then lowering myself onto my stomach. I slid myself underneath his chair, still unbeknownst to the the two of them. My stomach churned with anticipation and my heart pounded, excited about what was coming. I reached forwards, slowly, and suddenly grabbed Dad’s ankles. He yelled in surprise and jumped up. He flung his head down to observe the source of the unexpected intrusion. Once he saw my cheerful face, he started laughing. My Dad only laughs like this on the rare occasion. It was a very happy moment. Soon I was herded back into bed, this time with promises of dormancy and a glass of water. Before I fell back to sleep, I thought to myself, “These are the sort of things that make life grand.”

The Experience

Warning! The following contains fairly graphic scenes that may disturb some readers.

I was sitting on the operation table. At first, it was dark in the room. Then, a bright light came on with cruel disregard. I heard footsteps, inaudible speech in a foreign language, and laughter. Manic laughter seemed to fill the room. I heard everything that was going on around me. I heard metal sliding against wood, objects being laid beside me on the table, and more footsteps drawing closer. I had a grim prediction of what awaited me, but I was horribly mistaken. My fate was worse than anything I could have imagined. First, I felt a burning pain in my skull. A blade had been brought down upon my flesh, but I was not yet dead. Some sick force kept me alive to endure the worst pain yet to come; the most gut-wrenching, literally. I felt the top of my head being taken right off, I could feel the stale air against my inner organs. A huge metal spoon dug into my insides and started ripping them out through the top of my head! It was unholy and perverse and I begged for death's sweet embrace. Anything would be of more comfort than my current experience, even a bed of rusty nails. I heard more speech, and I felt a gloved hand run down my body. Then, a blade once again cut into me, this time lower down. I began to notice a pattern, the cuts became strange symbols. I was confused and hurting beyond comprehension. I wished for nothing more for it all to end. After a while, my wish was granted, and the cutting stopped. I was picked up, carried, and the last thing I remember was fainting from shock and pain.

I awoke on the curb of a dark street, bloodied and cut. I still have yet to understand the purpose of this gruesome and terrible act that had been committed on me. These insane savages will get what's coming to them.

Mark my words.

Epilogue: This is the carving of a pumpkin from the view of the pumpkin. No worries! I am not some messed-up sicko! It's supposed to sound really gruesome!

Cow.

Today I had an experience as a farmer tending to a cow. It wasn't a real cow, yet it was not imaginary. It was not small nor big, it was just the right size. It is neither too brown or too white, but it was in fact pink. It's only friend in the pen was a dyslexic neurotic goat who would faint easily. They've had a troubled life. One memorable day, two rapscallions of children came and tried to have some fun with my very best cow. They tipped the poor girl over, and in no time flat the goat had fainted. As I tended to my animals, the kids ran off to make more mischief. Soon after, the kids returned on a stolen grass cutting machine and chased my poor friends around the farm! It was awful! There was nothing I could do, and soon after my animals were gone into the wild. I sat on my chair and contemplated my fate. I miss my cow.