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The day started out kind of odd but I thought nothing off it. I recently moved back to Ohio from about 6 months in West Virginia. On this day my parents went out of town for their anniversary. I was watching the house with my black lab Santana.
The car was loaded up and the goodbyes were said,I was off to my own devices.
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Great,Its been an hour into this weekend alone and I almost fractured an ankle on a shattered cinder block because Santana decided to try to sit on my foot while I was walking putting in motion a series of events resulting in my fall. I can't really feel my right foot but I'll manage,Nothing a few beers and some smoke won't fix. I just need to relax and try to enjoy myself.
We went inside and I fed Santana,she greedily ate her food as if it was gonna vanish. I may as well feed myself while I'm at it.
That's strange? I don't remember leaving the fridge open,come to think of it I haven't really been in there today. Must just my mind playing tricks on me,this old farmhouse the jester laying these pranks. I need some music to clear my hazy head. Grabbing Frankenstein,my beat up First Act I found string less in my uncles Metal Shop brought back from the dead, and Cranking knobs of my amp till they pass 10. Pick in hand I slice the strings ,carving out an ominous melody like a corpse for organ harvest on the black market. I feel the notes almost taking hold of me like disembodied hands. Everything feels so cold now,my sweat from June's Humidity an icy layer drying on my flesh that is still on fire. My mind seems to be faltering,yet my fingers almost seem as if they aren't mine . Idol hands continue picking a tune saturated with a hypnotic tone. How long have I been playing? The Sun clocked out and moon has taken its place. Slowly coming to from a dream like daze to finish the solo. The last note squealing ,harmonizing are the strings screaming out from the Amps gaping mouth.
Then something unexpected came through the fading overdriven chords. Was that a choir? I can make out multiple voices ,they are chanting.
It became more clear ,static of the analog now gone....
JOIN US
JOIN US
JOIN US
JOIN US
JOIN US
JOIN US
(unintelligible screams)
I kicked off my amp,red light extinguished as a flame of a candle in the wind.
Trying to comprehend the events that transpired.
I'm no stranger to the supernatural but you still can never be prepared for something so sudden and impossible to a "logical" being.
Santana looks spooked,she's trembling under the table.
She got up and rubbed against my leg ,heading to the glass front door .
I turn the tarnished brass knob and open the door,Santana lookes into the garage and bolted into the darkness.
My 16 year old black lab with a bad hip charging as a wolf would a tired fawn lost from its mom.
I chased her to the back door of the garage,she had her eyes transfixed as if she knew something was on the other side,her frantic movements getting more spuratic upon my hand popping open the lock to give us access to the back yard.
Then she stopped,deer in headlights entranced or scared of an unknown threat so close .
Following her gaze to two sets of eyes,4 different colors ,on pair low to the ground on at least 7 feet,dwarfing the broke down Toyota next the trees they were under. You don't know where you stand till you know you won't run away. I never was smart enough to run,the curiosity a drug addicting and I'm Craving more. I step forward ,Santana following my lead. Towards the eyes we approach with precaution,only fools rush in. I decide to record with my phone just in case I need evidence of what ever happening in the middle of nowhere.
That's when I heard it.
YOU SEE ME
Those words from a voice so soft and giddy it melded into a chilling combination.
The giggling didn't help,a vacant back yard erupting into a legion of voices and ruckus.
Still no one. I'm surrounded though.
From every direction I feel threatened,on edge and giving into that primal instinct of self preservation . Get Santana safe ,Then deal with this phenomena.
We back track through the garage ,Voices burning my ears ,so close I can feel the vibration on my neck.
Santana is almost to the door,just a few more feet.
With desparation and panicked speed, I flung the door open and scooped Santana up,kicking the door shut with my bare heel. Oak and bone colliding sending the door on a course to close. As it was inches from latching,an enraged declaration slipped through the crevice .
LET ME IN!
Cutting it scalp close . I looked out the window but saw nothing,a plethora of voices from thin air?
I didn't have time to contemplate this puzzling queery ,thoughts interrupted by the bedlam of window rattling pounding shots to the walls of the house.
IVE HAD IT. SOMETHING IN ME WAS SNAPPING.
THEY WERE PUSHING ME TOO FAR.
IM CORNERED.
YOU DONT CORNER ME.
YOU WANT TO MAKE SOME
NOISE? !
I BRING THE MOTHER FUCKIN ' RUCKUS!
White knuckles choke the neck of my six string razor.
The dam burst ,wrath the flood drowning my intuition.
Red Strap slung over my shoulder.
Flicking all 10 knobs with the speed of a vipers strike.
Venom laden licks hiss ,playing so fast I feel blood squirting from my finger tips. The sting of fresh lacerations kicking adrenaline into overdrive.
The thundering blows to the house swallowed whole by quaking bass.
I feel the darkness begin to consume me.
My mind cold as the Siberian tundra .
NO MERCY my voices yell to me.
Contorting the strings with such aggression they bellow in agony.
Those outside mimick the screams. I can taste their pain.
I can feel the suffering so thick in the atmosphere.
When you can't hit what you can't see,aim your assault sensory.
Firing off a Chaotic crescendo, the coup de grace to triumph in this duel of devils and metal.
Strings having a seizure,the throes dying down.
Sound fading out
Then silence.....
Chest heaving ,veins popping out and throbbing with the recoil of adrenaline.
Stabilizing slowly,processing my situation.
Its the calm before the storm,I'm on edge in my house with my frightened dog.
The darkness is giving way to a new dawn.
One night down, thousand days In Sodom to come.
No One will believe
THEY'RE OUT THERE.
© WARDYN
The car was loaded up and the goodbyes were said,I was off to my own devices.
--------------------
Great,Its been an hour into this weekend alone and I almost fractured an ankle on a shattered cinder block because Santana decided to try to sit on my foot while I was walking putting in motion a series of events resulting in my fall. I can't really feel my right foot but I'll manage,Nothing a few beers and some smoke won't fix. I just need to relax and try to enjoy myself.
We went inside and I fed Santana,she greedily ate her food as if it was gonna vanish. I may as well feed myself while I'm at it.
That's strange? I don't remember leaving the fridge open,come to think of it I haven't really been in there today. Must just my mind playing tricks on me,this old farmhouse the jester laying these pranks. I need some music to clear my hazy head. Grabbing Frankenstein,my beat up First Act I found string less in my uncles Metal Shop brought back from the dead, and Cranking knobs of my amp till they pass 10. Pick in hand I slice the strings ,carving out an ominous melody like a corpse for organ harvest on the black market. I feel the notes almost taking hold of me like disembodied hands. Everything feels so cold now,my sweat from June's Humidity an icy layer drying on my flesh that is still on fire. My mind seems to be faltering,yet my fingers almost seem as if they aren't mine . Idol hands continue picking a tune saturated with a hypnotic tone. How long have I been playing? The Sun clocked out and moon has taken its place. Slowly coming to from a dream like daze to finish the solo. The last note squealing ,harmonizing are the strings screaming out from the Amps gaping mouth.
Then something unexpected came through the fading overdriven chords. Was that a choir? I can make out multiple voices ,they are chanting.
It became more clear ,static of the analog now gone....
JOIN US
JOIN US
JOIN US
JOIN US
JOIN US
JOIN US
(unintelligible screams)
I kicked off my amp,red light extinguished as a flame of a candle in the wind.
Trying to comprehend the events that transpired.
I'm no stranger to the supernatural but you still can never be prepared for something so sudden and impossible to a "logical" being.
Santana looks spooked,she's trembling under the table.
She got up and rubbed against my leg ,heading to the glass front door .
I turn the tarnished brass knob and open the door,Santana lookes into the garage and bolted into the darkness.
My 16 year old black lab with a bad hip charging as a wolf would a tired fawn lost from its mom.
I chased her to the back door of the garage,she had her eyes transfixed as if she knew something was on the other side,her frantic movements getting more spuratic upon my hand popping open the lock to give us access to the back yard.
Then she stopped,deer in headlights entranced or scared of an unknown threat so close .
Following her gaze to two sets of eyes,4 different colors ,on pair low to the ground on at least 7 feet,dwarfing the broke down Toyota next the trees they were under. You don't know where you stand till you know you won't run away. I never was smart enough to run,the curiosity a drug addicting and I'm Craving more. I step forward ,Santana following my lead. Towards the eyes we approach with precaution,only fools rush in. I decide to record with my phone just in case I need evidence of what ever happening in the middle of nowhere.
That's when I heard it.
YOU SEE ME
Those words from a voice so soft and giddy it melded into a chilling combination.
The giggling didn't help,a vacant back yard erupting into a legion of voices and ruckus.
Still no one. I'm surrounded though.
From every direction I feel threatened,on edge and giving into that primal instinct of self preservation . Get Santana safe ,Then deal with this phenomena.
We back track through the garage ,Voices burning my ears ,so close I can feel the vibration on my neck.
Santana is almost to the door,just a few more feet.
With desparation and panicked speed, I flung the door open and scooped Santana up,kicking the door shut with my bare heel. Oak and bone colliding sending the door on a course to close. As it was inches from latching,an enraged declaration slipped through the crevice .
LET ME IN!
Cutting it scalp close . I looked out the window but saw nothing,a plethora of voices from thin air?
I didn't have time to contemplate this puzzling queery ,thoughts interrupted by the bedlam of window rattling pounding shots to the walls of the house.
IVE HAD IT. SOMETHING IN ME WAS SNAPPING.
THEY WERE PUSHING ME TOO FAR.
IM CORNERED.
YOU DONT CORNER ME.
YOU WANT TO MAKE SOME
NOISE? !
I BRING THE MOTHER FUCKIN ' RUCKUS!
White knuckles choke the neck of my six string razor.
The dam burst ,wrath the flood drowning my intuition.
Red Strap slung over my shoulder.
Flicking all 10 knobs with the speed of a vipers strike.
Venom laden licks hiss ,playing so fast I feel blood squirting from my finger tips. The sting of fresh lacerations kicking adrenaline into overdrive.
The thundering blows to the house swallowed whole by quaking bass.
I feel the darkness begin to consume me.
My mind cold as the Siberian tundra .
NO MERCY my voices yell to me.
Contorting the strings with such aggression they bellow in agony.
Those outside mimick the screams. I can taste their pain.
I can feel the suffering so thick in the atmosphere.
When you can't hit what you can't see,aim your assault sensory.
Firing off a Chaotic crescendo, the coup de grace to triumph in this duel of devils and metal.
Strings having a seizure,the throes dying down.
Sound fading out
Then silence.....
Chest heaving ,veins popping out and throbbing with the recoil of adrenaline.
Stabilizing slowly,processing my situation.
Its the calm before the storm,I'm on edge in my house with my frightened dog.
The darkness is giving way to a new dawn.
One night down, thousand days In Sodom to come.
No One will believe
THEY'RE OUT THERE.
© WARDYN
