Surreal MAG

February 23, 2011
By MumblingMelanie DIAMOND, Jackson, Missouri
MumblingMelanie DIAMOND, Jackson, Missouri
79 articles 0 photos 210 comments

Favorite Quote:
Don't be a victim; be a titan.


I hate running, hate it with a burning passion. Loathe it almost as much as crappy teen romance-fantasy novels. But here I am, every morning of my pathetic life, worn shoes tapping out the pattern of 17 wasted years on the concrete. I watch the sunrise and the sky come to life every day. I say get as much beauty and life in as you can; there'll be time to sleep when you're dead.

This particular morning was unnaturally cold; the dawning hours of an early May first (ode to flowers and sweet air) are usually as warm as the feeling that fills my heart every May Day. Except for the silly crickets desperately crying out for a mate, the air was still and eerily silent, like the climax of a scary movie.

A boring kind of run, my least favorite sort, and was I glad when the white picket fence of my lovely (boring) dream (nightmare) house (prison) came into view. My parents were still asleep, paranoid insects wrapped in the cocoons of sanity. I hate sleeping almost as much as running. It's a cousin of death, I believe.

Up ahead, I noticed a walker, dancing along the street (this city's too cheap to install sidewalks) with too much pizzazz for an early morning wanderer. Most people up this early are insomniacs, half asleep and dragging their feet with thoughts of king-sized beds, or drunkards staggering home after another one-night stand. None of those early morning inhabitants ever seemed this happy to be alive, though, so this guy sure didn't fit in.

Maybe he's a stoner; the meth making music in his mind, melodies of love and rhythms of desire, dancing feet just another side effect of an illegal chemical happiness. Maybe he's a crazy, who'd killed his wife and was glad he did. Wouldn't be the first stark raving freak around here.

Curious, I picked up my pace. I had to see this one.

The crazystoneddrunkinsomniac stopped dead, freaked at the sudden noise of my footsteps, I guess. I continued to run, though, not wanting to look too obvious or anything. The frolicking man turned to glare me down or tell me to go stick my head in a rather unreasonable place, I assumed, and then he was gone. It was like his happiness was gone, and the wind blew away the fragile shell that remained. Dust to dust, baby.

Fight or flight told me to run, stupidity told me to stop, and I couldn't have told you where common sense was at this point. Unsure what to do, I slowed to an awkward walk and smacked my face a few times, throwing in an arm pinch for good measure. I must be nuts – that couldn't have happened. People don't just disappear. Maybe my hatred of sleep was finally catching up with me.

Suddenly an arctic breeze raised the hair on the back of my neck. I whirled around, clearing a five-foot space in the process. Behind me stood the scariest thing I'd ever seen in my pathetic 17 years. Worse than the crumpled nine-year-old body that lay before me after I tripped and collided with my best friend, Patrick, accidentally knocking him into incoming traffic. Worse than the bruises on my sister's arms and the terror on my mother's face. Worse than everything.

Tall with limbs as long as an interstate, a figure like a kindergartner's stick man stood before me. Black as night and frightening as terrors the night holds. So skinny, so freakishly, freaking skinny, like a two-dimensional doodle on the back of a math test.

To be honest, its appearance was odd, but not scary in the least, truly. However, the air of it, the horror and despair that became stronger with every second I stared into its (empty midnight) face, was enough to make a proud man scream bloody murder.

It stepped closer, leaning in as if getting a good look at me. I instinctively stepped back, fear controlling me as opposed to logic. Obviously someone had drugged me, or this was a lucid dream. But, no, I was awake. I had pinched myself. Doesn't that always mean you're awake? That's what the movies say, at least.

Fear ejected venom into my legs, and I shot off like a lit firework, looking back, never forward. Don't ask me how I didn't hit a tree – I've asked myself that and still don't know. The thing, the monster, the result of scary movies and too much time to think, turned to the right and was gone in a flash. I knew it could move faster than I could ever dream of.

But, whatever.

I hurdled over the white picket fence like I did it every day, face first, and ninja-kicked the front door open like a detective on “Law and Order.” They say when you know you're about to die, you can do things no human would be capable of otherwise. All in the genetics of survival, I suppose.

In a fraction of a second, I'd locked the door and sunk to the floor, rolled into a ball, eyes shut and arms over my head. (If I can't see it, it can't see me.) Time passed like it does on an international flight – slowly and painfully, zapping you awake every second with anticipation.

Crap, I thought, as I realized the curtains were wide open in the back of the house. But it was too late, and that feeling of being watched filled my every cell and the blood in my veins turned cold.

But the sun was rising, thank you, Lord O Lord O Lord, it was turning the sky the color of rosy skin instead of bruised skin. And then my hair fell flat against my neck, and my muscles unlocked as if the sun had held the key tauntingly over my head all along. (Cruel universe we live in, it really is.)

Still, I remained curled on the floor like a dead bug. When my mother finally shuffled downstairs, she questioned my health in a shrill, panicked voice. I couldn't answer. Cat (or creepy stick figure) had my tongue.

Mom fled to the refuge known as my father, who knelt before me and sighed, like I was wasting his precious time (which I kind of was).

“Alrighty, son, what can we do to help? What d'you want from us?”

In a heaving, terrified voice, I responded: “A treadmill.”


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POSTSCRIPT

It'll come after me, don't worry. I still see it, lurking discreetly in the shadows. Sometimes sight fails me, but my senses never do. Frequently, there is the feeling of endless horror, and I know it's there, waiting to strike. Old age may force me to forget, but it never will. I sleep in fear.


The author's comments:
So, I wrote this a relatively long time ago, for a horror story project we never actually did in L.A. Then I put it on Teenink.
Then, I entered it in a contest, and I took it down so the judge didn't think I was copying it or anything. (I didn't win, for the record.)
So, here I am again. It's edited, kind of. New title. All that fun stuff.

"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself."
--Friedrich Nietzsche

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on Feb. 26 2013 at 12:55 pm
Stella_Val_Illicia GOLD, Salt Lake City, Utah
13 articles 0 photos 248 comments

Favorite Quote:
"In the beginning, the universe was created. This has made a lot of people angry and been widely regarded as a bad idea."
--Douglas Adams

That is the FUNNIEST and FREAKIEST story EVER! I loved it so much!

MegaSock GOLD said...
on Feb. 9 2013 at 1:36 pm
MegaSock GOLD, Beverly, New Jersey
13 articles 1 photo 33 comments

Favorite Quote:
Endeavor. There is nothing greater, and nothing more dangerous, nothing safer, and nothing lesser than taking a step out the door, to endeavor.

So creepy, but cool! I think it's a fantastic idea, from boring to something out of the ordinary! I love the ending with the treadmill, and the beginning how hating running just saved him. The figure kind of reminds me of Slenderman... Great job!

Ray445 BRONZE said...
on Oct. 24 2012 at 12:35 pm
Ray445 BRONZE, Havre, Montana
3 articles 2 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
You were the lighting in that rain. You can still shine in the darkness- Snake-MGS 4, GOP

This is great! I pulled me in, and held on til the finish. You are talented!

on Jan. 1 2012 at 4:33 pm
MumblingMelanie DIAMOND, Jackson, Missouri
79 articles 0 photos 210 comments

Favorite Quote:
Don't be a victim; be a titan.

Thank you very much! You're too kind. I'd like to say, however, that I didn't invent the stickman; it's a sort of urban legend and there have been various 'accounts' of seeing it in real life. *skeptical glance* I just thought it was super interesting and worthy of storytime :D So, yeah, thanks again :3

on Jan. 1 2012 at 4:27 pm
mirandablack16 SILVER, Newton, North Carolina
8 articles 4 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Boldness be my friend." -Shakespeare

This. Is. AMAZING! I absolutely loved this! It kept me interested and on my toes the entire time! In fact, I'm kinda kicking myself for not coming up with something like this. Keep writing! And, those judges should've picked you. This is great!

on Oct. 17 2011 at 8:50 pm
MumblingMelanie DIAMOND, Jackson, Missouri
79 articles 0 photos 210 comments

Favorite Quote:
Don't be a victim; be a titan.

WELL. This may have three replies when I'm done, but here:

Since I can't post links and I want to give credit to the people who introduced me to the creature in my story (I'm not creative enough to invent such a thing, unfortunately), the website is called Listverse, and the list the creature is on is called Top 10 Bizarre Modern Paranormal Phenomena.

You should most definitely go read it; it's by far my favorite list on the site. (And I do adore that website :3).


on Oct. 17 2011 at 8:43 pm
MumblingMelanie DIAMOND, Jackson, Missouri
79 articles 0 photos 210 comments

Favorite Quote:
Don't be a victim; be a titan.

Thank you! :3

JulianneV GOLD said...
on Oct. 12 2011 at 3:25 pm
JulianneV GOLD, Shamong, New Jersey
17 articles 17 photos 27 comments

Favorite Quote:
Be the change you want to see in the world. ~ Gandhi

love this so much!

 


on Sep. 29 2011 at 3:50 pm
MumblingMelanie DIAMOND, Jackson, Missouri
79 articles 0 photos 210 comments

Favorite Quote:
Don't be a victim; be a titan.

This is based on a creature I read about on a list on the Listverse. It's by far my favorite 'monster' and it scared me. My story is inspired by accounts I read of the Stick-Man which were all quite lovely and I wanted to partake in the fun. :3

Thank you for reading!


on Apr. 25 2011 at 5:47 pm
MumblingMelanie DIAMOND, Jackson, Missouri
79 articles 0 photos 210 comments

Favorite Quote:
Don't be a victim; be a titan.

Well, thank you very much!

on Mar. 2 2011 at 2:45 am
tomtamtimmy GOLD, Sydney, Other
17 articles 0 photos 49 comments

Favorite Quote:
you don't know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have

is is really good. keep it up




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