As she was going back to her room Sheila's head began to throb... Her vision blurred as if her eyes were seeing the world through grainy pixels. She looked all about her apartment. Everywhere the colors where different, exaggerated hues, jagged edges...She held up her own hand for examination. It was warped and crudely rendered....
A high pitched blood curdled scream came from her as she began to sink to the floor...
A familiar voice came from behind her...
"Sheila! Sheila are you..."
Sheila felt the electricity surge through her body as she spun around raising the knife. With all her strength she slashed out. She could feel the blade hitting its mark, cutting through the twisted form that had crept up behind her.
The figure screamed and fell to the ground. Sheila was consumed by a rage for survival. She rapidly sunk the blade into the fallen form, plunging it as deeply as she could...over...and over...and over...
The knife made a sickening sticking sound. Soon the floor was covered with red liquid. It splattered up into Sheila's face covering her with crimson dots and splashes as the intruder below her begged for mercy. "Why? Why......" it asked as the breath faded from its wheezing chest. Sheila's eyes were squinted in primal rage as she stood back and looked down at the body....
Her eyes cleared. Everything returned to normal. She dropped the knife to the floor with a metallic clank. She raised her bloodied hand, covering her wide opened mouth while she staggered against the wall.
"Nooooooo!!!! No... Oh God...."
Lying in the pool of thick, fresh, dark blood...mutilated beyond recognition was the butchered body of her mother.
Her throat had been cut so deeply it looked like an open fish gill as blood continued to rhythmically spirt from it.
Sheila slowly backed away from the mangled carcass as madness overtook her.
When the police came they found her in her room. She was oblivious to what she had done, playing some bizarre video game. On the TV, you could see a room and another TV which displayed in its screen another room with another television that continued the tunnel of repetition until it was too small to follow....
Police records from Sheila's cell phone showed that another teenager, her boyfriend John Freedman, had contacted her later that evening. They listened to his incoherent ravings. He had brutaly murdered his parents as well earlier that evening.
"What is the world coming to?" one of the older officers asked another as they made their way through the cluttered room. He saw Sheila's stacks of survival horror games next to her freshly ripped music CDs. Fatal Frame, Silent Hill, Resident Evil, The Suffering....
"Look at this garbage," he said with contempt to a fellow officer who was examining her posters on the wall.
"Goddamned video games....."
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The Qlipothic Abyss...
23 tales of macabre occult supernatural horror...
http://qlipothica.tripod.com