Human Nature
The cold air creeps up my spine and wakes me.
I feel cold and empty.
I turn my head and everything is still the same.
I must have been dreaming.
The most awful thoughts raged through my mind.
Fear, pain and loneliness are feelings that have become unknown to me.
Somehow I feel different but nothing has changed.
The house is old and eerie, maybe that has something to do with it.
I open the drapes around my bed and see, it is night.
My clothes stick to my body.
I feel some sort of fluid running out of me.
As I walk to the window I feel light, floating.
The moonlight shines in and things become clear.
I see a hole.
It penetrates my dress and my body.
My feelings become reality.
I don’t feel empty, I am empty.
I sense a presence in the room.
As I turn I hear the floorboards creaking and someone or something leaving.
I am not alone nor do I feel fear.
I follow it in search of answers.
The house is dark and sticky.
I see it moving in front of me.
It knows that I am there but it can’t escape me.
Suddenly I stumble.
Some sort of log is blocking my path.
I pick it up to put it aside but it is warm.
Red liquid flows out of it and into the room.
I enter the room and see Julie.
She is covered with the liquid and spread out on the carpet.
Then I realise, she’ll never walk again.
I am numb.
I hear a scream.
It forces me out of the room.
I see the being again and follow it.
Something is wrong.
I don’t feel but something carnal drives me.
The stairs are long and slippery.
It’s like being in a maze where you know your way.
I pass Mary’s room.
There is a cold silence.
This can’t be right.
The room is usually filled with heated moaning.
I see long finger trying to open the door.
I reach out and am left with her hand in mine.
My poor girls.
The hall is hot and damp, I sense it.
Hot blooded girls heat the house.
It wants me to catch it, luring me on a path of death.
I am in the kitchen.
This is where it happened.
I am surrounded by logs and unsuccessfully opened doors.
Why am I still here?
I see it; it is a man with a featureless face.
He has come to restore morality.
But he can’t.
There is something stronger that drives us.
IT is incomprehensible but there.
He wants to capture and destroy IT.
But IT is invisible.
IT is free, IT is endless.
IT penetrates me.
I become a weapon.
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
You reap what you sow.
I reach for him and we become one.
Now he is empty except for the mortal dogma’s filling his brain.
I take what he has taken.
This is IT’s revenge.
I am full again.
Now he is no more, even his ideals fade.
I take a knife and go to work.
I sow and sow and my girls are complete.
This can’t be destroyed.
IT is forever.
The sun is rising and I open the doors.
Ginny Jones
