BUZZING
If its not the buzzing of torturous insects driving you to insanity, its the buzzing of the sounds that are invading your brain!
WHISPERS
Jan March - TX - 2001
There once was a man who could, starting in early childhood, hear the restless evil whispers of the vile monsters and weird creatures that live in the shadows and the darkness that surrounds us all. He existed in a private world governed by the madness created by the sounds inside his mind. The things he heard in the middle of the night, when he should have been embraced in the white nothingness of dreamless sleep, was the sticky black stuff of the worst kind of nightmare.
He continuously heard blasphemous vile incantations, the growls and the snarls, the screaming and the crunching of bone, wind and rain, and what sounded like babies crying and dying. It was awful torture!
He never knew exactly how many years he was committed to mental wards in hospitals. He was never aware of the abuse he absorbed by punks on the street using him as a punching bag during the times when he was released to the streets. He never realized his humanity. And, he never got the opportunity to experience, or express, any type of love.
Eventually, the whispers told him to destroy himself - because he eventually became too mentally damaged to be manipulated by them. His madness grew worse every day, so the whispers did not need him any more. He did himself in by walking into approaching traffic on a major highway, then stepping in front of a large SUV.
This suicidal act was a violent, but quick and painless death for him. The action he commited finally stopped the madness inside his head. But his death did not destroy the vile monsters and the weird creatures that live in the shadows and the darkness around us.
They always need a fresh ear to listen to their whispers. Beware of the odd, frightening thoughts that suddenly appear inside your mind... because it just might be them whispering to you!
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WHAT'S EATING ME
Robert Harmond - NJ - 2005
There's a tiny vampire monster flying around my bedroom. It's a real son-of-a-bitch and it has got to die! It has attacked me twice within the time and space of the last hour. I've had enough and I cannot rest until I find and kill the damn thing!
I'm lying down in my bed minding my own damn business. The time is near midnight and I'm almost asleep, when suddenly I feel an intense itch on my right cheek. I put my right hand on my face just as I hear that too familiar high pitch squealing buzz of a... mosquito! Damn It! How in the hell did this thing get in my bedroom? Now I have to roll out of my bed, gather internal energy, close my bedroom door, and hunt down the vexing creature. I curse some more before beginning the search in earnest.
I look high and I look low. I look over here and then over there. I look everywhere during my twenty minute search. Curse my luck, because I can't find the doggone creature! 'Maybe I crushed it as I slapped at the pillows, blanket, and curtains,' I rationalized as I decided to go back to bed. Of course, because this is just the way it's going to be right now, minutes after I turned off the lamp I feet the bite on my left index finger. I let loose with another round of expletives before turning on the lamp and jumping out of bed, again!
Now I'm really pissed-off! My cheek is burning, and my finger is, too. Man!
What in the hell is a goddamn misquito, anyway? What frigging purpose does this abominable creature serve on planet Earth anyway? I mean, what is the damn point to a mosquito anyway? What? Did God decide that animal-kind needed an indestructible scurge that overwhelmed by the force of sheer uncountable numbers? And, that it would be the carrier of some of the most dangerous parasites and viruses on the planet? And that tonight, in my bedroom, here in Montvale, one of these creatures would torture me. Piss! How in the hell do I know I'm not now infected with West Nile virus.
Now I have one of the little monsters in my living space. How can I possibly go back to sleep when I know this vampire-like thing is probably stalking me right now - as a blood filled meal! I'm not food for anything, damn it. I take great offence to the notion that I am food for some random insect. So, kiss my butt, mosquito! I'm out to commit insect murder right now - if I can find you, damn it! I can feel it in my bones, this is going to be a long goddamn night!