Hollow Sins - Chapter 2: Sweet Memories
Experiencing viscous visions.
The car ride home was extremely slow. All I could think about is what had happened in the dark corner of my bedroom. The wall stained with blood and though stained held reflective properties. I saw myself holding a scythe at my side. Its blade old, worn, and red. A smile on my face not normally seen and wet matted hair as if worn out. Beats of sweat roll down my face while in the process of deep thought. Cindy had asked me if I was ok, of course I am not going to tell her. Looking completely psychotic to my family will only result in my absence and their presence inside the house alone.
When we pulled into the drive way I noticed Ben on the stairs, not glued to the television. "Why aren't you inside buddy?" he replied with "I saw someone in the window, dad I'm scared." I put my hand on the door knob and went cold. I was no longer on my front porch but in the middle of a dark and dreary wilderness. I felt an empty feeling overcome me almost as if I wasn't really there. Things grew quiet and I became cold as if someone was coming.
Eyes piercing my spine yet nothing but darkness insight then an appalling smell. Sulfur had filled the air stretching from its source to me. A feeling of involvement and need overcomes me. Following the scent of curiosity the thick concentration of the smell grew denser and denser as I walked along broken twigs and rotten bark. A fire lye in the distance hidden by thick forest as it grew clear nothing but pure terror fill my mind.
A maimed corpse stand in flames flesh brown, red and peeling, a charred black face and teeth missing from his skull. Blood dripped on surrounding stones the heated stones bring the blood to a boil. A torso stand alone on a stump, head hanging from behind by nothing but some flesh and left over vertebrae. Blood stained grass bathed the area I stood in. looking up I saw nothing but corpses on hooks. Some seem familiar to my eyes. Jaws wide and white eyes. The rancid smell filled the air I looked down as my eyes grew wide. A boy with a cloaked face held a sickle to his side and stared at me. An evil smirk presented itself, a smile as sinister as death itself.
He chuckled and cocked his head with confusion with that he turned his back on me and raised his sickle over his head and thrust it into the burning victims skull. The man then began to scream at a horrific volume never dead and now in excruciating pain. I sunk to my knees and began to cry. I now felt his physical pain. I then heard the blade exit from his scalp as I felt my final breath leave me.
My eyes opened and I peered down to see my hand still on the door knob. On impulse I turned the knob and stepped inside. There was nothing out of the ordinary. I then stepped into the kitchen nothing and the same with the living room. I heard pounding as if someone was walking on hardwood floor as fast as possible. I followed the sound until I came to the guest bedroom. A bed spread of blue and walls light blue and then I peered at the window. On the windowsill were two objects I knew, weren't there before we had left. There was a random green army man with a melted head alone no squadron. Next to that sat the skull of a squirrel. How do I know that? It's my dads, it used to sit on top of his gun cabinet. How did it get here? I lost this when I was twelve when I lost it. Being as devious as I was I took it off his gun cabinet. For some reason I found it fascinating, a hollow shell of what housed the most sophisticated part of the body. I was walking over a bridge behind my house when one of the raised boards tripped me. The skull then rolled from my grasp and fell through a hole in the bridge and went with the river. I held it in my hand and grasped it tight.
After telling Ben and Cindy it was ok to walk inside. I went into the kitchen in order to settle my stomach. I noticed Cindy followed me in but didn't say anything nor asked questions. I opened the fridge to reach for an apple and accidentally lost grip of the skull and it fell to the floor. Something odd than happened. From a stand still the skull rolled underneath the counter. I got down to lay on my stomach, there was nothing there and Cindy was gone, almost as if she wasn't there.
That night I lye in bed unable to sleep and then that sweet sound. I heard my mother sing to me, her voice soft as she did. "Broken loving memories, the sweetness of ours", "Mother?" she replied "Yes it is me" she sang some more. I asked her what she's doing here. She replied "Watching your sins" with that her eyes sunk into her skull, skin decayed, teeth began to rot and she screamed "Lovely! Old! Blood!" I couldn't move.
A blade through her heart caused blood to splatter on my face, me now tasting her deadly nectar. She turned to ash the blade held by a cloaked man and I felt the strong emptiness consume me. A hollow shell I became at his presence. He is not the man I used to see as a child he is worse. Satan himself would bow before his terrifying smile.
My eyes had opened the relief of it being a dream was astonishing. My wife was next to me and sleeping well. I still felt empty though, almost as if the man is still here. Lovely old blood? What on gods earth does that mean?
And why in my dream was my mother saying it? All these dreams and visions are killing me. I am afraid, I feel as though I am reliving my childhood first hand, everything is happening again. The vision, the skull and the dreams are connected I must know what happened to my father.
When we pulled into the drive way I noticed Ben on the stairs, not glued to the television. "Why aren't you inside buddy?" he replied with "I saw someone in the window, dad I'm scared." I put my hand on the door knob and went cold. I was no longer on my front porch but in the middle of a dark and dreary wilderness. I felt an empty feeling overcome me almost as if I wasn't really there. Things grew quiet and I became cold as if someone was coming.
Eyes piercing my spine yet nothing but darkness insight then an appalling smell. Sulfur had filled the air stretching from its source to me. A feeling of involvement and need overcomes me. Following the scent of curiosity the thick concentration of the smell grew denser and denser as I walked along broken twigs and rotten bark. A fire lye in the distance hidden by thick forest as it grew clear nothing but pure terror fill my mind.
A maimed corpse stand in flames flesh brown, red and peeling, a charred black face and teeth missing from his skull. Blood dripped on surrounding stones the heated stones bring the blood to a boil. A torso stand alone on a stump, head hanging from behind by nothing but some flesh and left over vertebrae. Blood stained grass bathed the area I stood in. looking up I saw nothing but corpses on hooks. Some seem familiar to my eyes. Jaws wide and white eyes. The rancid smell filled the air I looked down as my eyes grew wide. A boy with a cloaked face held a sickle to his side and stared at me. An evil smirk presented itself, a smile as sinister as death itself.
He chuckled and cocked his head with confusion with that he turned his back on me and raised his sickle over his head and thrust it into the burning victims skull. The man then began to scream at a horrific volume never dead and now in excruciating pain. I sunk to my knees and began to cry. I now felt his physical pain. I then heard the blade exit from his scalp as I felt my final breath leave me.
My eyes opened and I peered down to see my hand still on the door knob. On impulse I turned the knob and stepped inside. There was nothing out of the ordinary. I then stepped into the kitchen nothing and the same with the living room. I heard pounding as if someone was walking on hardwood floor as fast as possible. I followed the sound until I came to the guest bedroom. A bed spread of blue and walls light blue and then I peered at the window. On the windowsill were two objects I knew, weren't there before we had left. There was a random green army man with a melted head alone no squadron. Next to that sat the skull of a squirrel. How do I know that? It's my dads, it used to sit on top of his gun cabinet. How did it get here? I lost this when I was twelve when I lost it. Being as devious as I was I took it off his gun cabinet. For some reason I found it fascinating, a hollow shell of what housed the most sophisticated part of the body. I was walking over a bridge behind my house when one of the raised boards tripped me. The skull then rolled from my grasp and fell through a hole in the bridge and went with the river. I held it in my hand and grasped it tight.
After telling Ben and Cindy it was ok to walk inside. I went into the kitchen in order to settle my stomach. I noticed Cindy followed me in but didn't say anything nor asked questions. I opened the fridge to reach for an apple and accidentally lost grip of the skull and it fell to the floor. Something odd than happened. From a stand still the skull rolled underneath the counter. I got down to lay on my stomach, there was nothing there and Cindy was gone, almost as if she wasn't there.
That night I lye in bed unable to sleep and then that sweet sound. I heard my mother sing to me, her voice soft as she did. "Broken loving memories, the sweetness of ours", "Mother?" she replied "Yes it is me" she sang some more. I asked her what she's doing here. She replied "Watching your sins" with that her eyes sunk into her skull, skin decayed, teeth began to rot and she screamed "Lovely! Old! Blood!" I couldn't move.
A blade through her heart caused blood to splatter on my face, me now tasting her deadly nectar. She turned to ash the blade held by a cloaked man and I felt the strong emptiness consume me. A hollow shell I became at his presence. He is not the man I used to see as a child he is worse. Satan himself would bow before his terrifying smile.
My eyes had opened the relief of it being a dream was astonishing. My wife was next to me and sleeping well. I still felt empty though, almost as if the man is still here. Lovely old blood? What on gods earth does that mean?
And why in my dream was my mother saying it? All these dreams and visions are killing me. I am afraid, I feel as though I am reliving my childhood first hand, everything is happening again. The vision, the skull and the dreams are connected I must know what happened to my father.
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