Post by Penny on Sept 8, 2011 21:50:36 GMT -5
Lucy's broad shoulders shuddered violently. The darkness was like a quilt, smothering her. She looked around hesitantly- she could only see her breath wisp out and disappear within the smokey recesses of the fog. The best thing she could do would be to shut her green eyes and try to stumble on through the tulgey woods.
Fear. That was what she felt now, in this darkness- pure, unadulterated, carnal fear. She knew, without a shred of doubt in her mind, that He was watching her. He wasn't simply a permanent resident of the forest- a creature like a bear or a wild cat. He WAS the forest, the darkness, the fog. An eldritch horror with powers and control over the paranormal and her paranoia.
She could see Him now. He was a tall man, thin, without hair nor a face, the absence of such sending him right into the creepiest level of the uncanny valley. And spreading out from behind his tuxedoed torso were extra tentacle-like limbs. She took off in a fumbling sprint, stumbling along the winding pathway out of (or perhaps further into) the forest.
Then she looked behind her, and immediately wished otherwise. For He was towering over her, arms and tentacles both outstretched in what seemed to be a hug. His scissory fingers sliced, scraped and clicked together impatiently. But he would not make the first move. Now, like a vacuum, he was drawing her into him slowly, letting her come in closer as his arms enveloped her into the abyss of the unknown.
In nothingness, in the darkness of a cluttered young mind, I say. This was customary, near-constant perhaps- it's my center of operation. Ever heard of the name Alex Kralie? That young man was the first to catch me off-guard, out of his mind, and on video. And, to my utter dismay, he has not been the last.
The current object of my stalking affections is Lucille Evelyn Jones, known to friends and family as simply Lucy. She's relatively young, at 27, a mechanical scientist on a lower level. She still lives at home, with an overprotective older sister and her nerdy husband.
How quaint.
Lucy has been familiar with my work since Alex's friend Jay first uploaded a video to his Youtube channel MarbleHorneys, titled 'Introduction'. The series has since gained over 50 videos, cataloging my existence. She has since seen me often, and, like many before her now, has blurred pictures and mangled videos of me, detailing her harrowing experiences. Unlike the others, however- notably (along with MarbleHornets) TribeTwelve and EverymanHYBRID- her series has not garnered much attention. Sad, really.
Now comes a more... gruesome subject, my plans for the night. You see, I've been... playing with Lucy for long enough. She, unlike most others, has gained enough fear and understanding of myself to seek me out... without knowing or even meaning to. She knows far too much, and thusly needs to be eliminated. She's in the forest right now, in fact, lost like some sort of puppy.
This is to be perfect.
One might say that it is in fact murder, that I kill people.
But this is far more fun.
I scare them. I force them to fear me- by doing nothing at all. They know of my, and they are paranoid. Soon, their paranoia converts them to a schizophrenic, amnesiac mess. I simply... tie loose ends, cut some strings, and clean up the said mess. And I love it.
This night was one of my favorites. A new moon in the sky, and heavy fog on the ground.
Ah... my body...
I am real, since I do have a body, now at least. Time to go and do some exterminating.
The perfect murder, after all, is when there is no murder at all.
It wasn't hard to find her, of course, even though she immediately started running from me. My legs easily strode a few paces after her, and I then just waited. I let the fog disperse, and then held my arms and... other limbs out.
Irresistible.
She tripped. I may or may not have twisted that into my favor. She looked behind me, absolutely awestruck like I knew she would be. Like a marionette, she raised to her feet, turned, and walked to me. She gave me what she probably thought was a hug...
To this world, she was never found. Should a fly on the wall have seen, she disappeared the moment she touched me.
And to my world, Miss Lucy had her mind explode, figuratively and literally. She was gone, and then wiped from existence.
Now to deal with that insufferable Anderson brat...
Fear. That was what she felt now, in this darkness- pure, unadulterated, carnal fear. She knew, without a shred of doubt in her mind, that He was watching her. He wasn't simply a permanent resident of the forest- a creature like a bear or a wild cat. He WAS the forest, the darkness, the fog. An eldritch horror with powers and control over the paranormal and her paranoia.
She could see Him now. He was a tall man, thin, without hair nor a face, the absence of such sending him right into the creepiest level of the uncanny valley. And spreading out from behind his tuxedoed torso were extra tentacle-like limbs. She took off in a fumbling sprint, stumbling along the winding pathway out of (or perhaps further into) the forest.
Then she looked behind her, and immediately wished otherwise. For He was towering over her, arms and tentacles both outstretched in what seemed to be a hug. His scissory fingers sliced, scraped and clicked together impatiently. But he would not make the first move. Now, like a vacuum, he was drawing her into him slowly, letting her come in closer as his arms enveloped her into the abyss of the unknown.
In nothingness, in the darkness of a cluttered young mind, I say. This was customary, near-constant perhaps- it's my center of operation. Ever heard of the name Alex Kralie? That young man was the first to catch me off-guard, out of his mind, and on video. And, to my utter dismay, he has not been the last.
The current object of my stalking affections is Lucille Evelyn Jones, known to friends and family as simply Lucy. She's relatively young, at 27, a mechanical scientist on a lower level. She still lives at home, with an overprotective older sister and her nerdy husband.
How quaint.
Lucy has been familiar with my work since Alex's friend Jay first uploaded a video to his Youtube channel MarbleHorneys, titled 'Introduction'. The series has since gained over 50 videos, cataloging my existence. She has since seen me often, and, like many before her now, has blurred pictures and mangled videos of me, detailing her harrowing experiences. Unlike the others, however- notably (along with MarbleHornets) TribeTwelve and EverymanHYBRID- her series has not garnered much attention. Sad, really.
Now comes a more... gruesome subject, my plans for the night. You see, I've been... playing with Lucy for long enough. She, unlike most others, has gained enough fear and understanding of myself to seek me out... without knowing or even meaning to. She knows far too much, and thusly needs to be eliminated. She's in the forest right now, in fact, lost like some sort of puppy.
This is to be perfect.
One might say that it is in fact murder, that I kill people.
But this is far more fun.
I scare them. I force them to fear me- by doing nothing at all. They know of my, and they are paranoid. Soon, their paranoia converts them to a schizophrenic, amnesiac mess. I simply... tie loose ends, cut some strings, and clean up the said mess. And I love it.
This night was one of my favorites. A new moon in the sky, and heavy fog on the ground.
Ah... my body...
I am real, since I do have a body, now at least. Time to go and do some exterminating.
The perfect murder, after all, is when there is no murder at all.
It wasn't hard to find her, of course, even though she immediately started running from me. My legs easily strode a few paces after her, and I then just waited. I let the fog disperse, and then held my arms and... other limbs out.
Irresistible.
She tripped. I may or may not have twisted that into my favor. She looked behind me, absolutely awestruck like I knew she would be. Like a marionette, she raised to her feet, turned, and walked to me. She gave me what she probably thought was a hug...
To this world, she was never found. Should a fly on the wall have seen, she disappeared the moment she touched me.
And to my world, Miss Lucy had her mind explode, figuratively and literally. She was gone, and then wiped from existence.
Now to deal with that insufferable Anderson brat...
