It Could Be In My Head
- Marc LaPlante
- Mar 10, 2014
- 2 min read
March 10, 2014
by Marc LaPlante
I heard it again, the noise. It doesn’t always come up, but when it does I’m not sure if I’m crazy or not. When it comes it’s always the same; a hiss, then a scratch. And should I go to look under the bed then there is an ungodly shriek! And then there is nothing. No noise, no monster, no crazy imagined noise in my head.
And then silence. Like so many times before.
That is of course until I’ve told myself it was nothing long enough to settle my nerves. And then it returns. But not as a hiss, and not a scratch. Oh no, it returns far worse. It seethes with anger and rage! That I would disrupt its tormenting chant with my curiosity! Fumes billow from beneath my bed and great claws reach to grab me! Even though I have now shut my eyes and closed my ears! I can still see it and hear it; raging against my frail mortal form and infinitely smaller human mind!
It seeks a way out, a way of escape.
The demons in my head rage against me even now! Seeking an escape, a way to make me their sick interpretation of a friend in need of help! A puppet controlled not by his mortal mind but by something inhuman and monstrous! Something born of my own mind, sick and twisted; culled from the darkest depths of my own imagination! Something, that if let loose would be both terrible and beautiful to behold! Madness so pure and unconstrained that anything still clinging to its supposed sanity would balk at the notion of entertaining something so evil! But little do they know that they posses the greatest madness of all. They who live in a constant state of denial. Always believing nothing to be wrong, and yet not knowing how wrong they are.
But I know now, the sound under the bed has now become a choir of voices! And low how they sing! They tell me of the greatest madness that man may possess! And it is one that in my state I cannot begin to fathom! This madness is denial! And the noises that are now voices do not let me escape and deny! And like harpies in the night they hound me with the demons that I have conceived!
I rage against the voices and tell them to stay still! Spurned now to silence them once and for all! A crusade and personal vendetta that they have incited and I have declared! I remove the blanket, using it as my banner, ready to do battle with my tormentors! And then silence. Like so many times before.
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