Dreamscape

 I am that which your mama used to warn you about sugar! I am the 'Boogie man', a psychological predator because I prey, invade, stalk, and feed off your fear through your dreams. Freddie Kruger is so just like me, only that I am by far worse and bullets from a Luger P08 couldn't even stop me. If you are in doubt ask him, he knows better, I tutored him, he was my student, an apprentice in the finer art of mental violation and our relationship can be likened to a Mentor/ protege relationship, ask him to show you his diploma, it has my name signed on it at the lower right corner.

   Trust me! Freddie's deeds are child's play compared to mine, I am by far ruder in the fine arts of mental violation because not only can I invade your mind but can also take you out of your dreams and imprison you in it, with me there is no holds barred, I ain't frugal in my approach and you don't even have to be asleep for me to get inside you because I can induce a dream state in your every waking hour effortlessly.  

  Like this one time when I induced a nightmarish dream state on a poor girl when she was wide awake, and trapped her in it to be forever a slave to i and her dreams. In that state you remain awake in the physical but without free will, you would be morose and will just keep on staring into space because you are so lost in a place where even angels fear to thread.

After I succeeded in snaring her in her dreams I introduced all her worst fears, from her fear for spider to bee's  to her fear for confined space, I even unleashed the minions of the devil from hell on her and they continuously tortured and raped her psychologically till her mind split after she bore them an issue. At about the exact time her mind split in her dream she lost her sanity in the physical world and butchered all her family members in frosty cold blood while they were sleeping, her three months old brother and their dog included. It took the neighbors almost two weeks to realize that something was amiss in her house and what triggered that suspicion was the horrid stink that oozed out of the house.

  Further investigation led to them breaking down their front door and to the discovery of the mutilated corpse of her family that was already at the highest stage of decomposition in their rooms.

  Even the strongest of them couldn't keep back what they had for breakfast, they all almost puked out their intestine. Her three months old brother had it worse because he was found in the oven, baked and charred beyond recognition, while her pet dog was nailed to the floor and disenboweled with a carving knife. Further search also led to the discovery of her headless and mutilated remains in her room. Her room was in a terrible state for she was butchered and almost everywhere on her wall and floor was splattered with gore and her blood, there and then two people couldn't stand it any longer and lost consciousness.

  Till date her head still remains missing to her neighbor's but locked up in someone's trophy cabinet and people still are in terror because they couldn't fantom what really happened in that house, there were no signs of forced entry on either the doors or windows, their security was still armed before they broke down the door and their doors, both the front and back were locked from inside. So what really happened? Could she have managed to butcher herself and cut off her head after she killed her whole family? It was so impossible! It was a perfect example of a mysterious locked door murder, so perfect that it left everybody who saw the the scene with a bad taste in the mouth for 2 months and nightmares in their dreams for longer. So just like what I have been saying from the onset, nobody is safe, nobody at all, nobody ever was, not even you reading it now because you just might be my next victim.

Hullabaloo

    The umbrella said to me, I am singularly the most useful domestic item in this country, then it stressed its point by showing me what a good job he was doing protecting an immaculately dressed woman from the rain, then it goes ahead to show me other people wielding an umbrella in the rain too. With this proof staring at me in the face I was left with no choice but to concur because in the rainy season the umbrella is not just an option for the common man but the only option, so I said, umbrellas are the singularly the most underrated common man item because it surely protects the common man from the rain and stormy weather, there and then my respect for it increased dramatically. After reaching this conclusion I turned around to share my reasoning with my friends when an objection was raised, so I look around and saw a woman sweeping her house with a broom, and I realized that the objection came from the broom.

  The broom's argument was these: the umbrellas were just "Protectors of Desperate People" while they the brooms were "Active Cleaners", it further stressed its point by claiming to be a very important item in not just the common man's life but also in the rich. The broom claims that not only is it a better household item as opposed to the umbrella but also the most important because it not only keeps the common man's house clean but also the rich too, it also claim's that while the umbrella is seasonal, it works in the rain and in the sun. The broom goes ahead to lament on the inequities of this life by saying that while it does all the dirty and hard work every day they are still never appreciated and they are never taken care of like the umbrellas. While I sat and pondered this, the umbrella speaks up in its defense by saying that even if it was a seasonal item the broom can never offer the kind of protection it gives people in the rain and moreover it also protects some people in the sun too, it went ahead in his defense by saying it is of a stronger material than the broom and if the broom doubts it should try staying in the rain for hours and see if it could survive it.

   Their hullabaloo went on and on, each trying to claim superiority over the other, all these while their supposed users were suffering the brunt of the argument, each of their item bickering at the other and thereby failing to perform their responsibilities, while rain was beating the immaculately dressed woman, the broom was pulling off from the bunch and thereby making the woman’s sweeping harder. I just looked at both of the items and shook my head, in as much as they were important in their own respect they weren't even the best items for the job either. There are countries where the vacuum cleaners replace the brooms and do a more efficient job and where cars isn't a luxury for only the rich, and here I am listening to this two archaic items yakking themselves out about being superior, they fail to realize that if conditions and circumstance were different they wouldn't have been an option, they fail to realize that there is only a limit to what a man can take and when his patience wanes it would lash out at them and replace them, and I also realized that it is man that has given them this over bloated sense of importance because when a broom or umbrella start to become in-efficient he will cast them away and replace them with another broom and umbrella, the same kind that failed initially so there is never progress. They don't know all these and even if they have been told they would never listen, instead of the broom and the umbrella to acknowledge and respect each other, do their respective duties to the best of their abilities and even help themselves, they are going around yakking. Though it seems inconceivable that a broom and an umbrella would help each other talk less of work together, but it’s possible as long as there is determination. One thing is certain, it would get to a time when we would be replacing our brooms and umbrella's with efficient and better tools like the vacuum cleaners and automobiles, when it would happen I don't know, how long it would take I also don't know but I know one thing and it is that their time is very very near and their era of unnecessary bickering and rigmarole would be brought to an end.

Prey

  I am a predator and she is my prize, the prey. For weeks I have stalked her, watched her every movement, the sway of her hips, the way she smiled, oh! She so smelt like the lily. The bitch has had it coming and she is going to get it tonight, it was her fault, she going around teasing me with her eyes and all that. Whenever she passed my by in the streets she always gave me this leery look like she was daring me and saying ' I bet you got a tiny little weeny down there'? And my papa didn't raise no sissy, he always told me right after a hiding that "Son never back down from a dare or challenge cos if you do I'll skin you alive", he has been dead this eight years but it still feels like he can still come out of the grave and skin me like he promised. So I am going to give it to her fair and square, maybe if she is submissive enough I might just let her come away from the experience barely alive, although I love them to put up a fight because it make's the hunt all the more sweeter and if she does I will off the bitch right after the deed. She just might even end up loving it, thanking me and begging me not to ever stop because I am sure no real man would have ever screwed her like I was gonna do her.

    I am right outside her bedroom window dreaming and thinking up different things I was going to do to her and the way she was gonna moan and beg when the drapes goes up and as usual she is going about her business naked and without a care in the world, a murderous anger rose in me but I quelled it, what nerves she got, living alone in this secluded house faraway from friends and with no husband or boyfriend for protection, she sure had it coming, nobody could blame me for my actions, can they? So i enter through her back door and quickly went to her room, and when she saw me she let out a small squeak and ran while I gave chase, feeling so like the predator that I was, after about ten minutes of running around I caught up with her in the basement, she had this look of a scared rabbit transfixed by the headlamp of a car on a highway and that helpless look aroused me that I took her right there on the floor irrespective of the stink in there.

   Oh God! How I under estimated her, she screwed my nuts till they were red sour, she fucked like a monster with an insatiable appetite, like she had been starved of sex for far too long, it even began to look like I was the one getting raped here because she took over from me almost from the beginning and dictated the pace of the sex, and trust me that was a pace I could barely have kept up with if she hadn't been the one on top most of the time. After the whole sexual foray I lay spent on the floor powerless eye's closed and tired while she got up, and I felt a sharp pain in my mid-section area, I opened my eyes and there she was right in front of me holding something in her hand, so I said 'bitch what did you just do to me? And in answer she raised her hand to her mouth and chewed at whatever was in her hands,that was when I saw her mouth  and I almost lost my sanity, her mouth was filled up with sharp and scattered fangs like those of a monster. On closer inspection i realized that what was in her mouth was fleshy and bloody, and I felt something warm around my mid section, so I looked down and saw that it was blood, my blood and that my penis was gone and what was left was a hole sputtering warm blood. I let out a blood curling scream and started begging and whimpering and she just noisily continued feasting. Then she attacked my stomach and just before my light went out I came to a realization; I was the prey all along, all the time I was stalking and chasing in her house she was only toying with me like how a lion will toy with a meal before dealing the killer blow.     

Double Entendre

  Twice I fell asleep on the Double Decker, twice it crept up my body and twice I let out a heart wrenching scream, for lack of sleep my two eyes barely could keep open, my two legs barely could hold me up, but my two ears remain sharp ever still, listening and waiting for it must end today. Always in this sequence it came, as the second hand of the grandfather's clock reach two a.m it chimes twice, simultaneously the two clocks in the house stops two seconds after the chiming, always in this sequence, always with the number two, the mystical number of the occults that represents man, sex and evil. I a firm believer of once beaten twice shy, twice let it happen, twice I am put in jeopardy and twice I paid the price, Deuce! its a double jeopardy! 

   Rise I did to double check the two windows and two doors leading into the room, always at this time for the last two weeks always at this time, two knock with a two seconds interval on the two doors, twice it knocks, twice it scratches, twice I had ignored it, twice it invaded me, twice the two had left double scratches crudely all over my body and twice it left me with a double feeling, pain and pleasure. Always the digit two and two like it was done with a double edged sword, I'm getting confused because the significance of all this is unknown to me, but its definitely looking like I'm in double trouble and I'm getting more than my fair share, like I'm in a sexual menage involving two women. I am having double more than I can handle and its getting to look like I am being double crossed by my own conscience because twice I placed my hand on the bible, twice I lied under oath and thus let the two brothers go free thereby preventing those two old women from getting justice. I felt their two eyes burning double holes on my back throughout the proceedings, then the two women walked up to me and held my two hands and twice swore that I shall twice feel double their pain of losing two children, and doubled back on their tracks they did never to be seen again. 

   That was two months ago, but ever since it started I have driven two miles for the last two weeks searching for the two women in the hopes of getting double forgiveness, and I have even doubled my efforts in the last two days but to no avail, they have managed to disappear off the face of the earth. Now I have doubled my resolve, taken my last stand and must prepare for I cannot take this any longer, I must fight back and fight back I will for I must show that its a two way thing, whatever pain it inflicts on me I intend to give it double. Twice I picked up the double barrel, twice I remembered that my proficiency with a gun ain't good enough for me to perform a double tap and twice I discarded it for the chain saw. It was so a double bind because no matter which of the two weapons I used I was sure I would get misery in double. The chain saw it shall be because I intend to hack and tear at the two that have double teamed against me. So at this time I wait, fatigued and shaky due to lack of sleep, thin and unbalanced because of malnutrition, no! It must end tonight. 

  And again they came to inflict pain, but alas! I was prepared for them for I started up the chain saw and hacked at them, their screams were like sweet melody to my ears, so sweet that I hacked away with renewed vigor and when it was finally over I was the one left howling and weeping. I looked around me and saw blood everywhere, then I saw the familiar two bloody hands on the floor writhing around in a death dance like they were dancing tango, then twice i laugh and twice I told myself that it really takes two to tango. Then finally sleep came, a long peaceful sleep so I stretched on the bloody floor and lay my head on the two stumps that were left, that was supposed to be an extension to my hands then closed my two eyes and twice sighed with relief and satisfaction. Now it was finally over, now I can sleep since I have dealt with the two timing pieces of shit, and forever I was swallowed into vortex of nothingness, forever damned to that abyss where I know even the two of them, God and the Devil would neither come looking for me a forever finished and lost soul. 

 

Purgatory

    Where am I? Where the hell am I? What is this place? How did I get here? Those were the questions that kept echoing in my head. The whole place gave out an ethereal ambiance and except for a humming and crackling sound that I couldn't place and the consistent drop of water that was coming from somewhere I couldn't place and which was driving me nuts the whole place was as silent as a tomb. I am so chilled to the bones, my eye's are wide open seeing, ears hearing, nose smelling and skin feeling but my mouth couldn't utter a word and despite no obvious sign of bondage I couldn't move any part of my body no matter how hard I tried, its like my complete motor system had shut down.      

I am lying flat on my back, butt naked on a very cold surface, my heart in my mouth, blood coursing through my veins and rushing to my head at the speed of light because of my helplessness and terror and I wondered angrily that it would be so ironic if I who had survived two wars and a terrible auto crash that put me in a comatose state for three months was probably going to die at the hands of a psychopath.

    I tried looking around me despite my restrictions for a better understanding of where I might be but could glimpse only a little, In front of me was some sort of a hearth that was covered and emitted a glowing yellow pulsating light that was the only obvious sign of light around because the other part of the place was clouded in semi darkness and it looked like I was all alone here, oh! Am not alone, there is someone or something at my peripheral view, backing me, seemingly busy doing only God knows what and it is clad in all white, I try my best to turn my neck towards it but to no avail. Who or what is that? What is it doing here? What does it want with me? What am I doing here? And most importantly, how did I get here? I racked my brain again but this time longer and harder and after a time everything came flooding back to me in a rush and I realized I had two or probably three possibilities on where I probably would be and when the implication of my thoughts hit me, cold large droplets of sweat broke out from my whole body.   

     My last memory was of my son crying and shaking me while I was lying face down on the ground in my compound dying. These are the series of events that led to my present predicament: Every man has a hobby or weakness, mine were flowers and I have a nursery at my backyard where I groom several exotic flowers during my spare time. On this fateful day I was bent over with my young son in the nursery inspecting the flowers progress and explaining with excitement to him about the different flowers and their properties when I felt a sharp sting on my neck and instinctively hit the spot and something dropped to the ground but before I could take a closer look at what it was I was suddenly immobilized and I fell to the floor slowly losing consciousness, as I slipped into oblivion tears rolled down my eyes because the last thing I saw was my young son weeping and begging me to get up.

      I am dead! Its as simple as that. We Christians believe that when we die we either go to heaven or hell depending on how you lived your life back on earth. I definitely ain't in 'Hell' because we all have an idea of how horrible the life and reception in hell would be and I definitely ain't in 'Heaven' too because it would have been bright, cheerful and radiant so I am left with only one choice.

      I was born a catholic before I changed faith and Catholics believe in a place called 'Purgatory', a place where you go after death to pay atonement for your sins before your admittance into heaven, its like a second chance and with careful consideration and thought and even when it went against the belief of my new faith I began to relax a bit because it was the only logical explanation considering the fact that I was certain that I am dead. But even with the unknown person at the corner clad in all white, the color white which signifies purity, the heavenly color of the angels, this place still didn't look or feel like purgatory to me but again, who really knows how it looks like anyway? With my mind made up about my whereabouts I began to reflect on my past life, my mistake's, my dreams, aspirations and my family and I was thankful that I had at least put things in place for my them by preparing a 'will' about a couple of months back. I was still so lost in my thoughts when I heard a song I happened to love while I was alive, so I sang along in my mind for about three minute's till when the song stopped then another song entered, then it hit me! What was a stereo doing here in purgatory? What was an Angel or whoever it was doing listening to not just an earthly music but an earthly secular music? Where the hell was I for God sake? Who or what was this? With all this questions arising and whirling in my head, dread and horror crept back in stronger than before because of my fear for the unknown, then the whatever or whoever it was turned as if on cue and started walking towards me and when it got close enough for me to see its face the truth came crashing down on me like a tidal wave of a tsunami. I remembered two little details I insisted on in my damn will and I started to panic because if I didn't do something now I wasn't just going to die for real but painfully too. He is standing beside me now, looking down at me on the slab sorrowful and teary eyed while I was looking back up at him pleading and screaming at him without voice to stop this madness, then he caresses my cheek affectionately and pushes my body towards the only source of light in the room, he opens it to reveal a fiery furnace burning in all its magnificence and glory, then he looks at me one last time oblivious to my silent protesting, pleading and screaming, then he dumps me into the beckoning and hungry fire which forever enveloped me with so much glee and urgency and as the fire hungrily burned my flesh I screamed away my body and soul in pain and suffering forever silent and never to be heard.

    With tears streaming down his eyes he suddenly looked back at the furnace because he thought he heard a scream and when he didn't hear it again, he rolled back the gurney he used to dump the body, walks over to the stereo playing at the corner, picks it up then smashes it on the wall in pain and anger. He had decided to play his favorite songs for him as a way of saying farewell, then he cursed him for making him go through this ordeal, for who could deny a man off his last dying request? He sighs with regret and loss and wondered why he chose to do away with his remains by cremation, insisting that his body shouldn't be desecrated by an autopsy because of his religious beliefs and his further insistence that i should perform the cremation personally.  He understood him not wanting outsiders handling his remains and all that but didn't he realize that

it would emotionally and psychologically draining for him? Then he looks around and decides that it was the least he could do for his beloved brother because when he wanted to open this crematorium business it was him that gave him a loan for the capital, a loan that when he eventually wanted to pay back was adamantly rejected. Then he sat down brooding and wondering how a mere bee sting could be so fatal even if his brother has always been allergic to bee stings and made a mental note to seriously investigate and check out the credibility of the rumors making its round about a fire at the Phoenix bee research center and the escape of some of their bee's about two weeks ago.