The Feast of Ghouls
Everything began to fade away so slowly; the memories I kept were now almost like that of a prolonged dream from a deep and long sleep. Everything became scattered beneath my sealed eyelids; such memories as my first Christmas, listening to an audio tape of a fairy tale involving a wooden puppet, or was it a robot boy? An animated boy, who dreamt of being a real boy and a land where flawed and disobedient boys were changed into animals put to work in mines and circuses.
My worst memories were those of Mother hitting me with a wooden spoon whenever I was ill-behaved and my deepest and worst memory; the days that I imagined Ruby in grave trouble and the night that I heard her muffled cries; not the noises she'd often make when we'd play our game, no, but the real unarticulated noises of distress that she's make when she was kidnapped.
But now that I have been mercilessly killed with a knife, what was to become of my love? I set her free sure, I untied her and made sure that she was un-gagged and that she could run away free but what if she wasn't? What if someone, perhaps that someone who stabbed me to death, had gone to take Ruby back to that wooden chair, to be tied up again, or even worse?
Memories, good and bad in random order, overwhelms me now. How I silently roared out in utter agony as the scattered images played in my head, like an edited version of a short film. Everything; the wooden spoon; the boys that were changed to animals for having too much fun; Ruby's gagged screams for help and then suddenly the memory of my last encounter with Rory-Roads Wolvington was now like a troubling nightmare.
I am now in a place between life and destruction; either I am now dead or me and my whole world has actually gone insane and will possibly stay that way.
I found myself waking up to what seemed at first to be a powerfully immersive nightmare that I thought I could never wake up from and I soon found that I was right. One thing I also found was that this was no dream, all the strange things I found myself seeing; the nightmarish beings, with pale green flesh and black heavily sunken eyes. On top of that, everything I saw around me when I woke up was pale green with a touch of dark ebony, I then soon saw myself reflected in the pale air and I was no longer a boy but now a man, or something. My face was covered in some kind of white mask, while my mouth area and neck seemed to be almost as white as the mask itself.
Had my whole world finally gone insane, or worse? Could it be that I was now in a strange eternal nightmare? I needed some answers.
""How interesting." said one of the two short green figures, with a hardened and yet warm expression upon his face.
I slowly walked towards him and only stared at him with some sort of awe and puzzlement. I soon started to feel uneasy and it was clear that this creature could sense it as soon as he spoke.
"Relax." said the tall figure, with a slightly raised hand. "This is no fantasy. This is no nightmare. It is all very real."
"I knew that." I stepped back slowly and I don't know why I had said "I knew that", I guess it was just something for me to say.
"Permit us to introduce ourselves. I am Gemini, leader of this clan.
"I am Yusur. You will have to imagine us on a better day, if there is one." The one called Gemini turned and looked at Yusur, who smiled at him, rather cheekily.
"We are The Dark Ones and we are all that is left." Gemini looked down as he said this. In his eyes, I found myself lost in an immersive flash of a dark world being burned and immersed in a horrifying inferno, destroying millions of pale green beings; I guess they'd be the other Dark Ones.
"You see them, don't you?" uttered the voice of Gemini.
I soon found myself looking back up, from the ground where I had just saw a flash of the many Dark Ones falling past the overwhelming fire.
"I'm sorry. I'm not sure I..."
"You have been gifted now with some unusual powers. To you, they must be truly bizarre."
"I guess so."
Yusur then spoke up. "When we gave you new life, we also gave you some of our own gifts. The gift of Innersight."
I looked away from her, feeling somewhat nervous. I realised that now I was completely lacking in clothing and this troubled me, since I was now in the presence of what seemed to be an incredibly beautiful, not just youthful but also smoulderingly voluptuous, woman. In fact, I wasn't even sure whether Yusur was a woman or some kind of creature; she could have been a beautiful ghost that was neither born nor dead, but simply appeared from a powerful imagining.
"Usually, you won't be able to see our thoughts and dreams unless we allow you to." Said Gemini, in a voice that sounded a little shaky but without losing his cold and steely confidence.
"You will be able to see into the minds and souls of many that inhabit the city of Atlantem."
"Atlantem? Is this some new world?"
"No." Gemini spoke again. "It is the same world that you know but not quite like you knew it before. It is to all humans completely unseen but we remain as more than a best kept secret; everything is as it was before you came here except that when you should return, there may just be a few hidden surprises in store for you."
Gemini, the Dark One with the pale yet elderly warm face, gestured his hand to a strange Gothic door that suddenly appeared out of the pale green mist.
I walked slowly and nervously behind The Dark Ones, through the strange door as it opened. Through the door, we entered a dark and narrow room, with very old desks and chairs like the whole room was from the 19th century. The room had the look and style of a school house, only with more Gothic furniture and the room had a scent of sweet perfume that may have been twisted to smell even sweeter by some mystical and surreal force.
I don't quite understand why Gemini called it a Feast. It was all just a brief explanation on why I was here again and what they had brought me back to do for them, there was no feast. However, Yusur was incredibly enthusiastic on what Gemini had to say to me; eventually she excitedly smiled at Gemini.
Yusur showed me to my new quarters; it seemed a stranger room than all the others I had seen in this place. It was the most ordinary part; it looked so like my old bedroom, only stacked with clippings and posters of seriously disturbing crimes; occult murders and sexual violence. There were also clippings of murders that seemed to be committed by an animal; it seemed an animal of great size, almost human behaviour and an intelligence to match.
The Atlantem Scribbler
Inhuman Creature involved in brutal kidnapping?!
25 year old Amy Jensen was mysteriously abducted last week. Still with no signs of evidence on the perpetrators or the girl's whereabouts, the police have received a small collection of photographs of a dark and intensely violent nature; all the photos are of Miss Jensen in different poses and action but with thick, deep and bloody claw marks spread all over her entire face.
Police are baffled by this latest act of random violence; however Dr. David Holbird at the Oldhill Asylum had this to say on the Jensen kidnapper. "We are living in the 20th century, which is now coming to an end. At this point, we are now at a point where we are aware that a school girl can be mercilessly kidnapped or even molested against her will by an older man and that she could be abducted and killed and her photo could end up on milk cartons and missing posters."
Dr. Holbird went on to say this: "But there seems to be deeper and far more troubling incidents going on here; Miss Jensen seems to be kidnapped by some kind of man-wolf creature, or at least it seems that her kidnapper may just be totally inhuman in every sense of the word. Also, how else could you explain the giant claw marks? And strange sightings of a mysterious cloaked figure wandering around near the playgrounds and parks where children sometimes play? We may be getting a new breed of criminal here! I mean, imagine the possibilities! A cloaked skeletal man who likes to watch and play with children too much perhaps and a wolf-man who likes to rape innocent young women?"
There was plenty more on the same subject but I didn't want to read anymore. Troubling as it was II was immersed in the pictures of Jensen having been clawed in the face, as though the pictures were all I could see before my eyes. Then as soon as I started to read, I had sudden flashes of what Dr. Holbird had described, a cloaked being wandering around and watching children on swings, a particular little girl spinning herself on a small roundabout as the figure sits atop the bench nearby as he takes in the sound of the young girl's joyful laughter.
I felt so sick that I wanted to leave this place; I went to the door but just as I turned the handle the door would not budge. After a few attempts, I felt a sudden need to scream out and so I did. But even that didn't help. As I sank onto my new bed, I also sank into hopeless depression, I really was dead and this was to be my Hell.
I was a freak in a mask and I had only to remain in this room which looked a lot like my old bedroom, save for the clippings and nightmarish flashes of my past memories and the visions of that cloaked figure that seemed to like children.