“Officer all I was doing was trying to
warn anyone who could hear me. All I was trying to do was to save the innocent.”
It was just a few minutes after dawn and
the patrol officer questioning the disheveled elderly man was himself in a
hurry. “Which is why you were running up and down the street at 5 a. m.
screaming?”
“Yes.”
“And you threw pebbles and small stones
at windows of the houses and automobiles?”
“Yes.”
“So, what is this terrible thing causing
you to play Paul Revere?”
“Officer, you would expect fright to
always stalk the night and to be the darker darkness in the black. I have seen
it come as swirling mists of white oozing out of the vast quiet void. Just take
a look at the light emanating in their eyes bright; in the yellow, red and
white of their sockets wide; comprising hypersensitive sight. As they stalk the
day bathed in rays of gold, slithering in plain sight, Hell bent to torment
young and old; the silver worms of dread and rot whose green trails never clot,
march forth.
“They come for me. They want my
thoughts. They crave my dreams and thirst for all of my ideas and theories that
my intellect has wrought. They crawl into my ears, nose and mouth gnawing the
grey until its brown; they creep in my head without a sound until I’m dead and
my body is found empty like a husk.
“They will do the same to everyone in
this neighborhood and the same to you.”
The police office pauses for a moment
and composes himself. It has been a long shift. He has had to deal with
drunkards, perverts, and an attempted armed robbery. “Listen buddy, I am off
patrol in ten minutes and have a hot date, I mean a really hot date with a grateful
coed I gave a warning to on Route 8. I don’t have time to bring you into a psyche
ward or into lock up at the precinct. Understand? Why don’t we do this, you
tell me where you live and I’ll give you a ride there. You take a nice hot shower,
get a nice cold drink. Hell, have a shot or two with a beer chaser for all I
care. Get some rest and just forget about all this worm stuff.”
‘I can’t, they’re here.”
“Where? Where? It’s broad daylight and
all I see is me and you. Do I have to look into your ear to see them?”
‘No sir, I suggest you use a mirror.’
“Oh, I see you are a smart ass. You know
I can take into the woods up Route 8 and leave you there. So cut the crap.”
‘Yes sir. But I suggest you do look in a
mirror and question the thin trickles of blood emerging from your ears.”
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