Musings from the basement...

read part 1 – read part 2 I’ve never been a woman. “I’ve never been a woman.” He’s not sure which of them said this. I’m not sure which of them said this. Someone said this. Or maybe no one. Voices have a way of slithering into the ether, worming into the air and floating about, just being, just existing, until the moment they need to be heard. Sometimes at night, when his body froze in place and the shadows grew eyes, he’d hear the voices outside the window or just outside the bedroom door, murmuring in a language just beyond understanding, like some ancient and forgotten cant from the slums of now dead Sumerian cities, impossible voices from an impossible past when old gods…
Read more

read part 1 Sometimes when he slept, he would half wake. A menace would hang in the air. Something would be in the room with him, just on the edges of his vision, smeared into the shadows and watching him with burning eyes. He’d try to scream but couldn’t. He first saw one when he was 11 or 12. His eyes eased opening after a night awake wondering why it felt so strange to lay on your stomach. Just outside his bedroom door, a skeleton. Not a collection of bones strung together like you’d find in a classroom. No, this was a being. A thing. A malevolent entity. It watched him sleep. Observed him. Waited for its moment to do … what? He tried to…
Read more