Beautifully sinister curtains drifted into animation with each phantom breeze that donated a splinter of moonlight in a seductive tease of illumination. Slivering shadows waltzed on their toes across the sharp forms of the room. Each form of surface bringing birth to alternative forms of light that sparkled like stars reflected of a lake. The beauty of this seclusion laid tinted only by the dishonesty that befell a corner in constant discomfort. There came the sobbing of a small boy slumped to a chair by my bureau. Upon further focus soon came the submission of dismay, why the shadows dared not cross path with the murkiness of the distress. For hidden from the reality in denial was a boy tearing out lump by lump his own internal organs. With a sobbing that indicated not despair, but despair in lacking of, as each meaningless organ greeted the floor with such casual insignificance. He stopped sobbing to turn and look at me, a pause that granted his hollow eyes the power to paralyse me in fear. He then screamed a scream that only an animal could rally, so emotionally raw in emotionless emotion, it burrowed within my reflexes, impregnating me with a comfort undisclosed to logic – he was me – he was always me - everything was me.
Only with the flash of lightning from behind me did the true distance of the hall unveil itself. A series of dead dried up plants housed in oversized pots cut lengthy distorted shadows across the unadorned walls. There was a stale dampness in the whispering air that shivered my spine and moistened my palms. To the far right-hand side of the hallway however came something curious - with every flash of lightning this far wall remained seductively in darkness. I moved slowly towards the wall on my right. I floated my fingers over the light switch, debating whether I truly desired to know what waited in the corner. The ominous atmosphere turned electric, the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck erected in fright. The eerie isolated confusion excited me. The foreboding silence screamed in my ears. I inhaled deeply and flicked the switch. On flared the light bulb with an echoing ping. Nothing there; not a thing! Only as I turned to leave did I notice I wasn’t alone; there was a small boy cowardly curled up in the corner behind the door. To my accepting disbelief, the boy was clearly me as a child, dressed in the same ghastly cardigan that my mother would dress me in.
A releasing thrill of madness befell me as I seized an oversized plant pot and proceeded to strike it over the boy’s skull, over and over again. An energetic flash of ecstasy excited every vein in my body with each crack and crushing of his collapsing skull. I laughed hysterically as my eyes were electrified by the sight of his skull cracking like an eggshell. He didn’t even put up a fight; his limp and lifeless body burdened no more by a retarded, rejected, pathetic lump of unlovable shit!