A Nightmare To Remember

Well. I guess that most of you (if anyone apart from spambots is still here) guessed that this was going to happen, but I’ll just make it official.

I have to suspend this blog. A lot of thing happened this summer, a lot of things changed and a lot of me changed as well. I’m not sure if writing pleases me as much as it did when I started planning this storyline and I regret not taking it further, but it just doesn’t do it for me anymore.

I might come back to it after a while, after I sit down and think through my personal life in the first place. I’m also starting university soon, so I’ll have even less time. I know I want to come back here. I don’t know if I will, but I’ll try.

Until then, Goodbye to anyone who bothered coming here.

Liarfather.

As I haven’t posted long enough for my blog to start being a target of useless advert spam comments, I might as well put up a short story I wrote as my friend’s English assignment.  Yup. I know it’s cheating, but then again, who cares?

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It was a beautiful spring day, or rather a beautiful spring morning, over the buildings of New York. At least for most of it. Some of the city was waking up, businessmen and school kids for example. A small part of the city has just gone to sleep, all those party types or security guards who have just finished their shifts. And then, we had a private detective Matt Green, otherwise known as paranormal detective James D. Houghton, who was at the moment standing ankle deep in blood. And it wasn’t his. What really annoyed him was that he could not locate the owners of those bodily fluids. There was blood. Yes. A lot of it, actually. But there was no body anywhere in the flat. This has puzzled him greatly. Hundreds of litres of blood, yet not one scrap of flesh. It must have taken at least twenty full grown men to get this much blood, assuming that there were not one drop of it left in the bodies. So… Where are they?

He looked all over the apartment but did not find one trail. This must have been paranormal. Just by definition. It definitely was not normal. But there was also one more thing. Sixth sense that only few of the people have, and the rest calls just the first sign of paranoia, told him that there was something cooking. And he definitely won’t like the taste of it. He never did. But he could not just quit. It never worked like that. Once you have decided to become a paranormal investigator, you could never just let it go. Because there was more paranormal stuff in the world that you would think. UFOs, haunted houses, mysterious disappearances, they were all real. Well. Most of them were. It was his job to make sure to figure them out. More often than not it was a group of  high school students forming a sect, which in their cases always went down to the three basics parts. Drugs, sacrifices and sex. A lot of sex. But it was this second part that was usually his worry. Students had a disturbing ability to make someone disappear without a trace. Matt was skilled and talented though, as well as he had a lot of experience in the field. He was always able to hunt them down. Usually with little or no effort. They all did everything in exactly the same way. Some creepy looking, empty houses, cellars or other things along that line. And always during a full moon. Like it actually mattered for anyone other that a werewolf. Oh yeah. They exist. So do vampires. And even Big Foot and Loch Ness Monster. The last one was actually just a dinosaur, somehow still not extinct. Shame. He was always wishing for it to be something more… exotic. Not of this world.

‘Well. I guess I have to get to work.’ he sighed to himself and took out a cigarette from his pocket. He lit it and got on his knees, trying to find something through the layer of blood. He had no idea what he was looking for. Just something that will help him find out what was going on. A clue. And after ten minutes he found one. A wallet. He opened it and looked at the ID inside. University of Yale student card. So one of the victims was a student. He stood up, looking at the apartment once more. Now he realized what he was looking at.

‘So, Mr Hart’ he said, addressing the wallet in his hand.  ‘it must’ve been one hell of a party.’ he smiled and left the apartment, calling on of his policeman friend and told him to clean up the apartment. He didn’t mention the wallet. He needed it, and they would take it away. When he left the building, all the morning sun was already gone. Instead, it was raining. And rain could easily wipe the smile away from our middle aged detectives face. He hated rain. In the rain, it was all too easy for him to see all the ghosts that were around him. And he never liked that. They never posed a threat. All they were was just an after image of someone or something that didn’t live anymore. They never did anything and never harmed anything. They just were.  ‘I hate ghosts.’ he started his usual rant, as always too quiet for anyone to hear him. ‘Useless spectres. Dead should stay dead.’ It was one of his favourite lines. Unfortunately, he knew that this was not usually the case. Almost half the time he fought against something that didn’t really live.

It took him less than two hours to figure out what was happening in that apartment the night before. And it wasn’t a surprise. Some medicine students had a party. Hence they could get their hands on quite a large amount of blood. They were probably playing vampires, or something. Idiots. Matt was lucky though. It was a full moon this night. And they were bound to have a ritual of sorts. And there was only one place they could go if they wanted a ritual. An abandoned hospital not that far away.

He went there around midnight with his usual team of few police officers, as always when they were busting a sect. He went inside alone, not wanting to scare everyone away. After few minutes he heard few teenage voices. He smiled slightly and made a step forward just to see an aggressively looking shadow next to his own. He didn’t have any time to react. Everything suddenly went black, as he lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, he was sitting tied to a chair, with two dozen hooded figures sitting on the floor around him. Classic. Really classic. He would be really surprised if there was any sect that didn’t look like this. Copycats.

‘But we are not copycats.’ said the only standing figure in the crowd. He heard Matt, even though Matt did not say a word out loud. This was a bit creepy. ‘We are not copying anyone. It is everyone that is copying us. Everyone was always copying us.’ he added.

Green was looking at him with a pleasantly puzzled expression. ‘What?’ he said after a moment.

‘We are the original sect. The first one ever. We were formed over ten thousand years ago by no other than me. We are the original members of the original sect. Everyone else is just a copy of us.’

‘Ten thousand years old you say?’ Matt didn’t believe him, and that was clearly visible. ‘Shouldn’t you, after so long be…’

‘A ghost?’ Matt could almost hear the smile of this man. This creature that was standing before him. And he didn’t like that.

‘But ghosts are just after images. They do not exist.’ he replied. ‘You, on the other hand have bodies.’

The hooded figure chuckled and took of the hood. Matt knew that face. He has seen it. On a picture inside the wallet. He was not surprised by that. But this face looked… dead. Like it was drained of blood. Green opened his eyes in fear. He was about to ask a question, but a former students was faster again.

‘Ghosts are more than after images. They are souls. They all are souls of our members. I, just like my closest friends, borrowed the body of this young man. Want to hear the funny part? There are 6 billion, 824 million, 124 thousand and 975 ghosts in the world at the moment. Want to guess how many humans are there?’ he smiled the most evil smile Matt ever saw, read or heard about and screamed when he realized what has happened. What will happen.

‘But don’t you worry. I’ve got something far more interesting planned for you.’ former Mr Hart kneeled in front of the terrified detective. ‘You’ve always despised us. So I think that you should get to know what it is like to be a ghost. Therefore, from now you will walk the earth like one of us. Unseen, unheard, unfelt. Without being able to hear or feel anything. Forever.’ he touched Matt’s, who was paralyzed from fear, forehead and whispered one word. Probably one of the first words ever created.

Green felt blinding pain, and then stopped feeling anything at all. He stopped hearing as well. He saw policemen rushing into the room, looking confused at the gathering. He stood up, too shocked to realize that he just went through the lines that were binding him and walked towards the commanding officer of the group. He spoke to him and tried to put a hand on his shoulder just to see it passing through his body.

He closed his eyes and screamed terribly, although the only person that could hear him was himself. And this did not make it any easier. He will be the only person to see the end of the world as it is. And he could not do anything about it.