• A Dark Struggle
    Ever wonder why people are in the insane asylum? What about those that are not in there? Don’t think that is true do you, well at first they were all normal, Yes normal. Now you must be thinking oh he is crazy. My answer to you is maybe; maybe not, maybe we’re all crazy in this whole, Damn, WORLD!! Insanity is really how the majority of people make of you. Well if the majority saw me, then yes, I’m considered crazy. It wasn’t like this all the time, of course, there is a reason all of us are how we are. This is my story, my sanity, well how I lost it.
    It was a quiet night; I was reading The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe. I was feeling relaxed in my comfy chair in my large study room filled with
    bookshelves, when I heard a laugh. I put my book down, and went to find out where it came from. I checked the entire house, and found that I was all alone. My thoughts were it was just some joke, and so I just shrugged it off and continued to read.
    To my surprise it continued louder this time, so I looked up from my book. When I looked up I saw a rangy built, shadowy figure that seemed as a silhouette, it was on the other side of the room, just staring at me-at least with what I thought were- with red eyes. The thing had no visible parts of a face except for those horribly, blood-red eyes. I sat terrified with fear, unable to move, but knew I should flee now. It just stared at me with those eyes, which seemed to pierce through to my very soul. My face is drenched with sweat, my hands are pale and clammy, and my feet went numb. I wanted to run and scream for help, but I felt as if I had no control over my limbs.
    The thing slowly moved one shadowy foot, and then moving the other, all the while having a look like it was smiling, but it had no mouth. It then moved its pace ever slowly, its eyes holding my gaze all the while. I felt as if I didn’t move the thing would… well many things raced through my mind about what it might do. It then stopped inches from my face, and then leaned toward my right ear, I heard nothing, but I knew it was saying something. As it straightened itself, the figure began to disappear. Then to my surprise again the thing appeared just inches in front of my face, so were we eye to eye, and then it disappeared again. I couldn’t understand what it said; I didn’t even know if it made any noise. My first thoughts were to run and find someone and tell them, but as soon as it surfaced the thought was shot down.
    I can’t do that, the person would think I’m insane, and I would end up in the insane asylum, I know I’m still sane. I’m still sane. I have to be sane, that thing was just my mind playing tricks on me, that’s it. I just need to get some sleep and this will all be better, I thought to myself.
    That night was horrible, as I lay on my long bed; I kept thinking that Mr. Silhouette (that thing) would get me tonight. I lay there hiding up my sheets, like a little kid that thought a monster was hiding in his room. To my relief, and misery it didn’t come at all that night.
    I was at my job, which was to be an editor for various translations jobs. The time was about four in the afternoon, I was quickly finishing the editing of each job sent to me on my computer, and I was halfway through editing a job when I felt cold and shuddered. I looked behind me, and to my horror Mr. Silhouette just stood there, its eyes then focused onto mine, demanding my absolute attention. It then leaned to my left ear this time, like the last time I heard no noise, but it knew it was saying something. I then saw another figure on the corner of my office. It was all white, so white that I saw only its brown eyes at first; it seemed to have lost an arm. It stared at me and then quivered as it stared at the shadowy figure. Suddenly it lost the other arm, and then the shadowy figure disappeared. I stared at the space where both things were, shocked and puzzled.
    Maybe I’m just working to hard and my body is feeling terrible that’s what it must be. This must be a way my mind is telling me, I’ve just been stressed out too much these last two days and I need to take a break. This can’t be insanity, otherwise I would be hearing voices, and seeing stranger things, I thought to myself.
    I only wished that my mind was just playing tricks, I would have given just about ANYTHING, to have that. Of course we don’t always get what we want in life, do we? No not in this world, not in a world that is full of stupid, Damn, PEOPLE!! Sorry, it’s hard to stay in control sometimes. Now where was I oh, yes, the rest of the second day.
    I finished the editing and retired to my bed early, laying there trying to calm myself. I stared at the ceiling of my small white walled bedroom, and then I looked to my right and saw the shadowy figure again, I lay there feeling different than the other time. This time it held the white figure. It struggled in the shadowy figure’s grip, but couldn’t escape. I felt a pain as the shadowy figure’s grip tightened on it. To my surprise I could move my right arm. I slowly moved the arm and then reached to grab its’ arm but, then it disappeared. That night I slept little, clutching my legs close to my chest and eyes darting everywhere.
    I never thought about what they were, I never wondered why they’re here. I guess I will never know why they appeared now, of all times. Some things I will never know and neither will the world. Heh, makes me wonder what would happen if they saw what I’ve seen these past couple days.
    That morning I felt sick, worse than I’ve ever felt before. I felt as if my organs would burst out of me and dance around on my legs, with me watching all the while. Yeah, well sick would be a major understatement. I e-mailed my employers and said I wouldn’t be able to do any work today. I sat on that same chair in my study room. I had nothing better to do so I decided to read. I looked around my bookshelves and decided on Stephen King’s Bachman books. I might as well know what insane people think, I thought as I started reading.
    It was about after an hour of reading that when I looked up I saw the Shadowy thing, and it was still holding the white figure. It stared at me, and to my surprise I glared back at it. It then twisted the figure, and I sank further into the chair because of the horrible pain I started to feel. It had that same look it did when it was smiling the first time. It then lifted the white thing about its head and then opened its jaw, then plunged the figure into its head. I watched this with my arms gripping the armrests. I watched as the white showed through the shadowy figure, but it quickly disappeared into the shadowy blackness.
    To my surprise I started to laugh, and the shadowy figure then started to move towards me. I then stood up and kept laughing, for some reason I couldn’t stop this, as if another part of me was doing this. It then dashed towards me and then as it was inches from me, it disappeared. That was when I really started to laugh hysterically. I couldn’t stop, no matter how bad my lungs demanded air, I just kept laughing. Finally I stopped, only enough to get a breath of air. And then I continued laughing with stronger intent.
    This is my story of sanity. I think back, and wonder why I let this all happen or how it did, but I quickly disperse the thought. Now I no longer bother to care about what the majority of people think. I say to hell with the whole world. I’ve lost the only thing that would have me care about what anyone thinks. I lost my sanity, so I don’t give a damn about the world. My sanity, my sanity was a part of the reasonable side of me. Now I do what Mr. Silhouette and I agree on… That is everything!! HAHAHA!!!