Another short-story, this time more horror themed.
The room is dark. But I like it; that darkness.The room is plush, too. Like pillows have been strapped to the walls.The room is my cell. I've been put here. For safe keeping. For whenever the demons want me, to make me theirs, to eat me and turn me inside out.I know they're coming for me. I can feel it. They may have strapped my arms to my body, preventing me from escaping, but I will fight back. They will never get me. Never.All I did was kill my brother, Daniel. I killed him, yes, but he deserved it. He wasn't Daniel. He was fake. A copy. A lie to get me closer to the demons.So I killed him.I learned about these demons via a friend. The only one I can trust. He called himself 'ArchAngel' on a website. But I stopped using the internet long ago.Too easy to be tracked, there.But, ArchAngel. He told me things. Told me reality was a lie. We were all in Hell. We were the last left--everyone else, they were already demons. He told me to trust no one but him..and so I did.I killed Daniel. I was going to kill someone else, too, to try and slowly exterminate the demon threat.But they caught me. I yelled at them, shouted for help. No one came. They must have thought I was crazy. Insane. Bonkers. Daft. Demented.But they know I know. They, the demons, know that I am aware of their secret. So they locked me up here, with fake doctors who come by and tell me everything is fine.Of course it isn't. You're all demons. All of you.A tray just slipped into my room. Food, grey slop that people find in hospitals. I haven't eaten in days. The doctors...no, the demons know that. They tried injecting me with their venom, but I resisted. Resisted until their toxins put me under. They're feeding me their nutrients. Trying to keep me alive.But why? I know their secret. I know we're surrounded by them. So why keep me alive?Of course. They find sick entertainment. They know I can't escape -not yet, at least- so they sit back and idly watch me as I babble on in my containment cell.But I WILL escape. The world must know. Must know what is keeping us captive. Like slaves.I will tell everyone. Everyone must know. Everyone...must know. Must know..everyone. The demons, are getting better. They know I will crack. Eventually, I will be one of them. Soon.A man walked in. My 'doctor'. He's a demon, too. I'm sure of it. He brings in a chair, and sits down, writing things down on a clipboard. I yell at him, call him a monster.He just shakes his head. And leaves. That bastard. When I escape, I will kill him first. I will. I will kill him. I will. I will I will I will...I will end the demons. Forever.So what if a few people think I'm crazy?~Doctor's Note:-Doctor M. Smith.Patient IW-1258 is showing no signs of recuperation. No matter how hard we try, he refuses to budge from his rut. We've tried every trick in the book, but he's experiencing the worst of human insanity.The patient is suffering from Paranoid Personality Disorder, at least, that's the best we have so far. He's so down under, I don't even know if we can help him.
Another short-story, this time more horror themed.
The room is dark. But I like it; that darkness.The room is plush, too. Like pillows have been strapped to the walls.The room is my cell. I've been put here. For safe keeping. For whenever the demons want me, to make me theirs, to eat me and turn me inside out.I know they're coming for me. I can feel it. They may have strapped my arms to my body, preventing me from escaping, but I will fight back. They will never get me. Never.All I did was kill my brother, Daniel. I killed him, yes, but he deserved it. He wasn't Daniel. He was fake. A copy. A lie to get me closer to the demons.So I killed him.I learned about these demons via a friend. The only one I can trust. He called himself 'ArchAngel' on a website. But I stopped using the internet long ago.Too easy to be tracked, there.But, ArchAngel. He told me things. Told me reality was a lie. We were all in Hell. We were the last left--everyone else, they were already demons. He told me to trust no one but him..and so I did.I killed Daniel. I was going to kill someone else, too, to try and slowly exterminate the demon threat.But they caught me. I yelled at them, shouted for help. No one came. They must have thought I was crazy. Insane. Bonkers. Daft. Demented.But they know I know. They, the demons, know that I am aware of their secret. So they locked me up here, with fake doctors who come by and tell me everything is fine.Of course it isn't. You're all demons. All of you.A tray just slipped into my room. Food, grey slop that people find in hospitals. I haven't eaten in days. The doctors...no, the demons know that. They tried injecting me with their venom, but I resisted. Resisted until their toxins put me under. They're feeding me their nutrients. Trying to keep me alive.But why? I know their secret. I know we're surrounded by them. So why keep me alive?Of course. They find sick entertainment. They know I can't escape -not yet, at least- so they sit back and idly watch me as I babble on in my containment cell.But I WILL escape. The world must know. Must know what is keeping us captive. Like slaves.I will tell everyone. Everyone must know. Everyone...must know. Must know..everyone. The demons, are getting better. They know I will crack. Eventually, I will be one of them. Soon.A man walked in. My 'doctor'. He's a demon, too. I'm sure of it. He brings in a chair, and sits down, writing things down on a clipboard. I yell at him, call him a monster.He just shakes his head. And leaves. That bastard. When I escape, I will kill him first. I will. I will kill him. I will. I will I will I will...I will end the demons. Forever.So what if a few people think I'm crazy?~Doctor's Note:-Doctor M. Smith.Patient IW-1258 is showing no signs of recuperation. No matter how hard we try, he refuses to budge from his rut. We've tried every trick in the book, but he's experiencing the worst of human insanity.The patient is suffering from Paranoid Personality Disorder, at least, that's the best we have so far. He's so down under, I don't even know if we can help him.