To whom it may concern
If you are writing this, you are a murderer.
If you are reading this, I’m sorry.
Author’s Note: This piece was written in response to a photo, which can be found here
If you would like to see more of the photographer’s work (and I would highly recommend him), you can do so here
Five witches gave birth to the elements
Earth air fire and water
Dressed to represent their children
But the fifth witch bore a child unknown to this planet
Naming her progeny Void
That which comes before birth and after death
All released from her child will come to be
All her descendant takes back will cease
Praised as the giver of life
As she controls all before it is
Neither witch nor man can depart her company
Without returning someday
None can name any who opposed her
For how can someone be named
When they suddenly never were
I picked it up and listened to what was said
It spoke of how it wasn’t pretty yet
Wanting my shade of red
Now my pants are black and my jacket is green
Whatever could the diamond mean
I woke in a groggy state
Crimson nightmares hurled me into the waking land
Where the diamond had turned pink
And lay sleeping in my hand
The clock mocked
As the energy needed for simple tasks shocked
But it does not matter
How awfully slow the days go by
For I have my talking diamond
Always by my side
I now have a pale complexion
And shadows under my eyes
Upon closer inspection
Yet the cause of all this
There is no detection
Until my talking diamond spoke
One last time
About the shade of red
It could never find
It said rubies get all the fame
So to match is to mimic
And to mimic is to be the same
Within my veins coursed its shade of red
It knows I am too weak
To get out of bed
The diamond will be pretty
The ruby has been fed
So, I’m going to do something a little different and not write a story. I am not going to talk in a character’s voice in a setting of my design. This is just a theory I had a few years ago and I wanted to run it by you. If you were expecting a horror story, read this till the end, because all I said was this was not a story.
Halloween. The night when the veil between this world and the next is at its weakest. Now I don’t believe in monsters. But many different cultures have spoken about the cracked barrier. So I’m agnostic when it comes to this. But let’s humour the idea for a second. Afterall, you will find people who believe there are far worse things below Heaven than us.
So, monsters can cross over on this night, due to the fact that whatever separates this plain from another has phased. It’s become transparent like a ghost. And there are countless legends of mythological creatures coming to this side. Which is fine; if I believed in the veil and its weakness, it would make sense. Open a door and eventually, something comes through. But nobody thinks about what this open door actually is.
Monsters cross over because they can. But when it comes to an open door, isn’t it possible that we could go through the other way? Isn’t it possible we could be taken there? What is stopping evil doing just that? Dragging us to the other side, begging, kicking, screaming. To a place we barely see a fraction of on one night of the year. Hell, I can imagine a beast made of fear and malice grabbing my ankle with it’s teeth, and come sunrise, I would be in a place where ivory fangs digging into my flesh would be the happiest memory I will ever have, from now until eternity. And the last marks I make in this world would be the ones I scratched on the floorboards. But this is just a theory…right ?
Probably…I mean, I give the idea of monsters the benefit of the doubt because people have “claimed” to have seen and heard them. From the phrase “The devil made me do it” to people swearing they saw ghosts. I’m not giving my theory any credibility because no one has come forward saying they were taken to the other side on halloween by nefarious creatures. Not one. But then again, how could they?
Why would we even hear about it? What if those people who were taken, are never heard from again? What if they remain trapped there, forever? What if the most horrifying stories, are the ones we never get to hear? But it’s just a theory…right?