At first I was into thinking it was the slimy shadow
government, or the duplicitous masons, or an international softer-than-silk-kill
death squad, but now, oh now, I’m half-inclined to believe it’s simply demons. What
else can shape-shift? I’ve seen a whole row of the same people, looking
just-so-ever-slightly different in masquerading forms, drive-by me on the road.
Clones? I’ve seen dead people walk past me on the street. Ghosts? I’ve seen videos
of gory hell in wide-awake dreams. Hallucinations? I‘ve heard seagulls talking
to me. I’ve seen rats bigger than donkeys, and tarantulas bigger than houses. I’ve
had a lion stalk me for fifteen miles on foot. I can feel
them, hear them, smell them, and see them briefly. They can walk through walls
and tread on thin air. My home is the epicentre of a zoo. And to think I
complained about round-the-clock screaming voices! I’m dreaming of a tapeworm
now! What heaven I was in! I really do hate to dampen the mood, nothing saddens
me more hastily, but I haven’t told anybody about this. There’s no way of
explaining it. I am truly awake now. Expect more, as I grow. There’s no saying
what will happen next anymore.
Everything follows me. People cross the street when they see
my army of brutes. The abandonment and desolation is the worst of it. Not one
nice word or sympathetic smile. Not one pat on the shoulder from any fellow
kindred. Even the nuthouse won’t have me any longer. Insults and hatred from
all angles. It gets weirder every time I turn around. A mutant just brought a
grizzly bear into my living room. It can barely fit in, it’s so enormous. It
followed me to the supermarket and back. The lion roared and crushed my skull
in its jaws. So did a crocodile in my bed. I think I died and came back. I’ve
had six komodo dragons slobber and crawl over me. I don’t know how I made it
through it. I don’t know if it will ever end. I don’t know if my home will ever
feel the same again. Snakes, lizards, bats, centipedes, the lot. I’ve also been
seeing a demon everywhere I look. It doesn’t matter where I put my eyes, it’s
there. All over the place. It stabs me in the heart when I’m trying to sleep. I
think I need prayer. Prayer for this nightmare. Never mind though, life goes on.
