In The Corners Of My Mind

Here, laid bare, is the stuff of my private, Freudian nightmares. Imagine, if you will, finding yourself in an open field, clad in an orange spandex jumpsuit, unaware of how you came to be there. Standing up, you notice a shape on the distant horizon. Squinting you find yourself magically transported to a vast parking lot that surrounds a large warehouse. Turning, you see a field in the distance and now realize that this warehouse was leagues away just a few moments earlier. Yet this mystery will have to wait for the massive doors of the building have begun to creakily part, wailing as if the entrance were an immense mouth.

The interior of the warehouse is dark and, hesitant to stumble around in the caliginosity, you feel along the wall for a switch of some sort, anything that would indicate a lighting device for slowly, horribly, the doors have again taken up their rusty scream and soon everything will be black. It is with a true sense of terror that they finally close cutting off all light. Fear rising in your throat you stand, shivering and straining your ears for even the slightest sound when a crash, like clap of thunder, cuts through the silence, heralding the shafts of light that now pour down from the ceiling.

The last echoes die away and, blinded, you shield your eyes waiting for them to adjust. But your sight has taken second place to your ears which are now filled with a cacophony of sounds, seemingly from all sides, a sort of wet, raspy…pulsing like the breathing of a TB patient. Your vision, now almost fully adjusted allows your mind a last few moments of sanity before the wavering, blurry shapes surrounding you snap suddenly into focus. Huge and furry, their lips glistening, the army of monstrous phalluses creep towards you, surrounding you, pressing their bulbous bodies to yours. You try desperately to escape but it is too late, much too late, and you swear, before everything goes dark, that somewhere you can hear the sound of laughter.

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