The Voice Within The Wind

I still couldn’t know for sure what it said but I thought I heard “don’t”.

It’s dusk. I appear to be in a desert, with one or two trees in the horizon. But it’s windy, I have fabric covering my entire face and body, just my eyes are exposed. I can see a dark shadowy figure in the distance, out by the trees, but when I try to focus on the figure it seems to disappear. It’s very windy and it’s getting darker and darker, instinct tells me I shouldn’t be out here when it becomes fully night.

I try to walk towards the trees but I’m struggling to even stay upright in this wind. I think I can hear something in the wind but I can’t make it out. With each step the distant figure seems closer, it’s not moving but still appears to fade in and out of my sight. I’m finally making progress forward, yet the trees seem to be getting farther, and it’s getting even darker. Somehow the figure appears to be getting closer, it seems almost statue like; Tall, probably well over 7 feet, I think I’m facing its side as it seems extremely narrow.

I’m still struggling with the wind but making better strides. As I’m almost within arm reach of the figure I hear the voice through the wind again. I still couldn’t know for sure what it said but I thought I heard “don’t”.
As my arm is reaching out towards the figure, I feel a vibration through the wind, and I hesitate within an inch of touching it. I can’t see what it’s made out of, but I can feel the icy cold radiating from it before I even touch it. The vibration is getting stronger, and the wind is blowing even harder; it’s almost completely dark now and I’m struggling to stand upright.

I hear the voice again within the wind, crystal clear “DON’T”. I hesitate again, but alas I close my eyes, turn my head and touch the figure. The moment I do the wind stops, the vibration stops, it becomes so pitch black that I can’t see anything, not the trees or even the figure in front of me. It’s eerily quiet. My hand is still touching the figure, the coldness is starting to spread throughout my fingers and up my arm. I try to remove it but I can’t, I try harder, even harder. I scream out In pain as my skin starts to tear from the statuesque figure.

I rip it off all the way, holding my ripped-open, bleeding hand as the wind is suddenly back, instantly I start running towards the trees as fast as I can. I look behind me and see the figure has moved, and is now even bigger than it was. It’s moving towards me fast, and appears to be growing as it comes after me. I hear a different voice now, almost as if its speaking within my head, harsh and ominous, it says “you’re mine now”. I pump my legs as hard as I can but I’m running against the wind, it’s so hard. I look behind me and it’s there. Looming over me. Well over 10 feet tall now, as wide as a four men. I try to turn back around and keep running when I feel it take me over, then everything goes black.


© 2017 Mj Gale

Distress

There was a malevolence in the air, whatever was in that stairwell with me was causing the baby to cry…

I can hear crying, I can’t tell what is crying, I can barely hear it. I realize I am in a stairwell, a dark and winding stairwell made of stone. I cant decide if I should be going up or down the stairs, but something is telling me to get to the crying, and quickly. It seems to be fading and I know that time is of the essence. I’m looking all around me to try to find a clue or a hint telling me where I am or if I should be going up or down. The entire stairwell is made of stone, no railing of any sort and parts of the steps are crumbling on the stairs. There are no windows or any openings along the walls, and no lighting other than some flickering from a candle right around the corner above me. I take that as my hint and start up the stairs, figuring light is better than the darkness.

However before I’m even a full turn around the stairwell from where I was, I hear the crying intensify, while simultaneously getting harder to hear. I turn around and head back down the stairs, around the next bend, and then another turn around. There’s almost no light now, and the crying does not appear to get any louder, but still intense. I can feel the urgency to get to the crying. I start going a little quicker down the stairs, hoping for some sign that this is the right way to be going. There is almost no light left now, I’ve lost count of how many turns I’ve made. The crying still doesn’t seem any louder yet sounds even more pained now.

Still hesitant as I don’t know if this is the right way or not, I continue making strides down and down. It’s pitch black now, and My hands are running along the sides guiding me down. The crying is at the point of screaming now, it sounds as if it’s in pain, and i am almost sure now that it is a baby. Which makes me want to move faster but it’s just so dark. It still doesn’t sound any closer though. What if this isn’t the right way? I keep going down, because now it would be too far to go back up. I can’t get any sense of what way I should be going other than that I KNOW I have to get to the screaming baby.

I keep going down and down. Hands guiding me on both sides of the dark stairwell. All of a sudden I know I am in the wrong place, I sense it instantly. I freeze, still hearing the baby screaming, but no louder and no quieter.I feel a rush of ice cold air blow onto my body, strong enough to push me back a step. I turned around in the dark, ready to run back up, I take one step and run directly into a wall. I put my hands all around me and realize the stairwell back up was no longer there. I had no option except to continue downward. The baby’s screaming was still happening, so tiny, so pained, and so far away.

I hesitantly start to move back downward, hands along the sides again. It felt as if I was walking into a freezer, it was so cold and so dark. The screaming ongoing. Step by step I head downward. The urgency stronger with each step. I quicken my pace, and keep going down and down, around and around this stairwell in complete darkness. I was shivering it was so cold, just hoping that the screaming would get closer, hoping I was almost there. There was a malevolence in the air, whatever was in that stairwell with me was causing the baby to cry, that much I knew. If only I could reach it!!

It seemed endless, dark, freezing, down and down. Suddenly everything was quiet. No screaming. I couldn’t even hear my breath. I stopped. Hands out on the sides of the stairwell. Everything was so black. I could feel this intense pressure In the air mixed with the freezing temperature, I tried to inch forward and walked into something. It felt different than the sides of the stairwell, my hands were trying to figure out what I was feeling in the darkness, it felt like nothing I had ever touched before. Suddenly I hear a faint whisper, it was so quiet I doubted myself, had actually heard it? Then it came again, just one word whispered so close it seemed to be in my face…”now”


© 2017 Mj Gale

Transmogrified

She suddenly turns around to face us and has transformed…

I need to rescue my friend.
She’s trapped in a dark medical facility. Me and a group of faceless others, all wearing scrubs, get in to the facility. We make it down the hall and into her room with no problem.

Once we are in the room we start unhooking her from all kinds of machines. We move her into a wheelchair and start heading back out. She suddenly turns around to face us and has transformed into a bleeding horrific clown.

There is no mask, her face has actually contorted to the features a clown has. Except it’s bleeding; out of her forehead, cheeks, and chin….
a slow dripping blood. The faceless others freak out and run away.
I’m frozen there, as I hear her deadpan voice say “help me or become me” and then,   everything goes black.


© 2017 Mj Gale