Halloween, 2014. Chris’s little brother who broke the game console that afternoon was taken out for trick or treat. Chris was alone in the dark, silent house with only dim light coming in from outside. Now that the console was gone, he said to himself: “No helping it, I’ll play a game on the laptop!”...An empty house, some chips and soda, a solid horror game, it would be cool! He grinned as he grabbed his laptop and sat in the chair in his room.
Soon he was wearing his head set and walking the dark corridors of a virtual haunted house to fight ghosts. As a cherry on top, “Armaine”, the girl he played with
Omitted
I've exorcised demons.
I've dealt with ghosts.
I know the world
We fear the most.
I've tasted blood,
I've engaged in ritual,
I've danced in the moonlight,
Till it became habitual.
With all the beauty of all the mystical
We are all dreams,
I think you will find
Save our cognizance's testament,
We are but mud given spirit, shape, and mind.
I've lived curses,
I've become gangrel.
I've come back out of it,
Like a bat out of hell.
I've seen the face of the void,
That great eye.
Twisting the manifestations
Of the great lie.
I've brought life out of earth,
I've made it rain,
I've made fire burst,
And I've called on a
A knife meant for steak carves open flesh.
Blood-flavored marinade, thick and fresh
Seeps onto the table, taking the form of fat-laden steak;
The bloody apparition mocks me for giving my diet a break.
With a knife, I doodle on my hand,
Guiding the blade to create an F-shaped brand.
The mark leaps off my palm, taunts my inability to wake;
It hopes my streak of failed exams will never break.
I paint a picture on my leg with red ink;
A pair of keys emerge from the seeping tattoo in a blink.
Though I try to remember, all I can do is get a headache;
If I can't recall where those keys are, my sanity might break.
Steak, juicy and plump,