Into the room burst a black silhouette that even the roaring fire could not illuminate, save for the droplets of rain upon its hide. From behind the eyeless mask through which they somehow saw, a pair of drowsy green eyes turned to watch the shape as it stormed in, casting off its cloak to plop down in the next chair along.
Karl looked back at the fire as Klar shook her hair out.
"It's the absolute worst out there!"
"Oh, I'll bet it is. Don't leave your wet things on the floor." The smoke of the fire rushed up the chimney, with the occasional stray raindrop bursting through to be obliterated by the heat. The room was still smoky, though, for Karl had been experimenting with cigars.
His sister grumbled and waved the smoke away. "You remember we're having visitors, right?"
"I don't. Remind me."
"Antakristo's coming in half an hour."
A wave of black smoke poured out through Karl's mask, separated into four by the grill before joining up again and rising to meet its elders. "Fuck."
Saturday, 27 November 2010
Thursday, 25 November 2010
Gogglebox
They're in the television. The television is watching me!
The abomination...I can see it, I can see its eyes. They're hidden in the static, white eyes, black eyes, the pupils are all wrong and there's so many of them. They don't blink, they just sit there, sat in their flat expanse of grey flesh. Is that a face? I can't tell. It's like I'm seeing a close-up - how much more could there be? How many eyes are watching me?
It talks, too, talks to me at night when I fall asleep watching the static, keeping an eye on it. One time, one night I was drunk and I thought I could answer back and it would leave me alone so I shouted at it.
What are you and what do you want?
You must remain here until you die and then you will be with us.
What the fuck.
Do not say you will resist, do not think you will resist. We are enticing. Soon enough you will not tear yourself away from the screen.
Oh, and from now on any attempts to leave the house will be met with resistance.
It was right. I tried to leave the next afternoon and there were crows everywhere and my fence was collapsed by the wind. No coincidence I swear. Every step I took they pecked until I bled and the wind blew and stuff began falling off balconies, right above me I swear.
I went back inside and watched TV.
The abomination...I can see it, I can see its eyes. They're hidden in the static, white eyes, black eyes, the pupils are all wrong and there's so many of them. They don't blink, they just sit there, sat in their flat expanse of grey flesh. Is that a face? I can't tell. It's like I'm seeing a close-up - how much more could there be? How many eyes are watching me?
It talks, too, talks to me at night when I fall asleep watching the static, keeping an eye on it. One time, one night I was drunk and I thought I could answer back and it would leave me alone so I shouted at it.
What are you and what do you want?
You must remain here until you die and then you will be with us.
What the fuck.
Do not say you will resist, do not think you will resist. We are enticing. Soon enough you will not tear yourself away from the screen.
Oh, and from now on any attempts to leave the house will be met with resistance.
It was right. I tried to leave the next afternoon and there were crows everywhere and my fence was collapsed by the wind. No coincidence I swear. Every step I took they pecked until I bled and the wind blew and stuff began falling off balconies, right above me I swear.
I went back inside and watched TV.
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