The
Aberration…
Story:
There it is again! That
eerie sound, what can it be, where the hell is it coming from?
I’m alone and being tormented by something I cannot see; Dare I
questioned my sanity! Without ‘going of the deep end’ I’ve actually
contemplated some kind of ‘dimensional shift’ occurring or invisible doorway
leading to another world running parallel with ours; after all, isn’t that
what they say? I’m afraid to share
my thoughts and recollections regarding the last few months for fear of being
locked away! I laugh when I think what the difference is between someone who is
insane and hangs by a thin thread and someone who is not?
The answer always brings a smile ‘the one who is not is published’.
My allusions and hallucinations started about a month ago, Christmas
time. In reality, two suspicious
things happened on Christmas day. I
remember, we had a Christmas party, exchanged gifts, hugged, kissed, toasted one
another, and eventually ended the day on a high note.
We all enjoyed each others company, and had a wonderful time; that is
‘all’ except one, me! I had been
given a small, thin, neatly wrapped gift from a very close friend; and before I
could un-wrap it, it had vanished! At
first I thought it a joke. Playing
along I said nothing. As the evening
progressed, and by the time I realized it was not a joke, it was too late to say
anything, so I let it go and forgot about it.
I now realize I had made a mistake in deciding to say nothing to my
friend; furthermore, I had spent a good part of the evening looking for the
missing package in an effort not to disappoint anybody. A better course of
action would have been to bring the
subject out in the open, laugh it off, and
have a great party. Alas, it was not
to be; the small package had simply disappeared from the face of the earth.
As I mentioned earlier, I said nothing, and the matter, like the gift,
had soon disappeared and was forgotten. That
was only the beginning to a strange evening.
Very early the next morning, I was awakened by eerie sounds emanating
from the living room and although muffled, floating down the hall towards my
lair! I lay motionless, sweating and
hidden under the covers, peering from a small opening in the blankets at my
bedroom door! I lay in that bed,
motionless for what seemed like eternity straining to decipher the faint sounds
coming from the other side of the door. Beckoning sounds of evil!
For
a second, the eerie melody emanated from the walls, then the ceiling! It was as
if it followed my eyes! I must be dreaming, I told myself.
This has to be part of a nightmare! I
lay in a cold sweat, frozen with fear, nothing to defend myself with and
listening to voices! Was I being
robbed by some whistling psychopath? I
lay motionless for at least ten minutes before the emanations stopped, abruptly
stopped! I lay quiet with guarded
breath, intently listening for more insanity from the darkness.
Nothing, nothing more followed. I
thought, ‘what a weird night’, and after prolonged silence, I slowly got out
of bed, cautiously opened the door, and crept down the hallway to the living
room archway. I turned every light
on in the house as I went. There was
nothing awry, the doors were locked, and windows closed.
To my amazement, all seemed normal! I just knew I was going to find
evidence of a break-in! But nothing!
I paced the room until my fear subsided. After
what appeared to be hours, and feeling a bit foolish, my bruised ego and I
returned to my bedroom. After an hour of sitting on my bed in the dark and
listening to my heartbeat, I lie down and soon fell fast asleep from exhaustion.
I awoke the next morning with sweat soaked pajamas and a sense of being
in a race I don’t remember running! I
was breathing hard, sweating, keenly alert, and searching for anything out of
the ordinary in my room. The only
thing my mind seemed attuned to was the faint ‘clicking’ of the overhead fan
in its death throws. I was sure I
had experienced a nightmare. A
haunting; a weird dream in which I was taunted by the melody from hell!
This is where my life really starts to get weird.
Since the ‘terror night’, I have experienced recurrences of what I
can only describe as a haunting or some form of dementia.
Those same sounds I had experienced in my nightmare were now coming and
going during the day! I’m out of
beer, the buzz has worn off from the party last night, and I’m still hearing
sounds! I have traced the aberration
to my living room; more specifically, the north east corner of the room where my
easy chair rests. The haunting
melody comes at all hours, noting specific, and very faint.
I haven’t sat in that chair since Christmas!
I haven't slept in a weak for fear of reliving my nightmare and now I am
realizing my worst fears, the aberration is following me throughout the day!
I sit at the kitchen table, eating cereal and staring at the
‘possessed’ corner of the room; waiting for the slightest sign of movement.
Is it possible my home was built on some sort of dimensional shift, or
tear in the fabric of time, I just don’t know?
Are these eerie sounds emanating from another world, or is someone trying
to contact me from beyond the grave? Perhaps
I have a ghost? Thinking back, my
present vanished the same night this aberration showed up, playing its little
games. Although I haven’t been
harmed, and there is no particular pattern, I swear it knows when I am home and
when I am not! As if it senses my
presence. Not twenty minutes go by
after walking in the front door, and there it is, sounds from the corner of the
room! Faint, teasing echoes in the
halls! How does it know? I have
tried to communicate with it, to no avail. I’ve
sat in the dining room drinking into the next morning trying to talk to it.
Instead I wake with a dizzying hangover, slumped over the kitchen table
with only vague memories of a one sided conversation.
To make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, one Monday, I stayed home form
work; and sure enough the sounds continued persistently all day!
Over and over, it almost drove me crazy!
I didn’t know what to do; the house is possessed by someone or
something trying to communicate with me from the other side!
I’m sure it’s taking personal objects to give me clues, yet I am at a
loss. After a particularly
devastating day, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I ran out of the house,
drove to a hotel, and rented a room for a week.
I thank God the sounds didn’t follow me to my temporary sanctuary.
Perhaps there are ghosts? I
don’t know. I have come home and
walked around the outside of the house looking in the windows for clues.
I swear, one day I could hear the eerie music as I looked in from behind
the hedge. I felt crazy, but what
can you do? I have since moved to an
apartment. Although I do go by
the house now and then, I haven't stopped, nor have I tried to sell it.
Who would buy a haunted house?
For now, I’m sleeping pretty well.
I’ll just have to keep my secret for now.
Who would believe me? Besides
I have more important things to think about.
Unfortunately, other than sleeping, matters have gotten worse.
Since I moved, I keep getting bills I don’t know anything about and a
telephone company threatening legal action.
My friends keep calling me at work, even though I’ve told them to stop.
My bosses have threatened to fire me because of all the personal calls.
My friends say they can’t get me at home!
I tell them I moved out but can’t tell them why.
Besides, I’ve never seen one of them drive up to the house since the
Christmas party, who are they kidding? For
now I will live with my secret. But
just for now.
For lack of a better word, I will call the aberration: ‘the lost Christmas Gift’, or better yet, ‘the lost cell phone Christmas Gift with 100 free hours of time from your best friends who can never get in touch with you!’ RJ