A beast from a forgotten world

It was 5:00am, and the sun has yet to stretched above the horizon. This is the time I always woke up from work each and every Monday. It was still spring, and the longest day has still to come, though very much near. But yet the sun as not shown his face, even more there was no heavenly light glowing from within the horizon at all. No given evidence it even existed at any point at all. It was quite as if everyone, no, everything know something that I did not know, a deafening fear sunk heavy in the air.

I was in my kitchen when I realize that something was not right that the sun should be up that I should be hearing the birds first wake, that should be anything but this all consuming void beyond my window. My own lights from within the house wasn't reaching as far as it should. It was as if it was thick, as if it was like water. Flowing where the light could not block its endless form. I tried to look to the sky to see if anything above was penetrating this inky blackness, and in this I did not see anything, not even a lone star. I even turn off my kitchen lights for a short bit, but still there was nothing, it was all nothing. I knew there was something, but I could not see it, but I knew it was still there.

It started to sink in that there might be something with in this unknowable void that once was the world outside my house. That when I thought to turn the television on, but there was nothing, not even static, to just give an illusion of life beyond what I could view. Again I try to find some sort of contact outside within this dark hell. I grabbed the phone from the wall and tried to call family... nothing, neighbors... nothing, coworkers... still nothing, I have even gotten so desperate and called 911... yet there as nothing, not a sound came from the other end. Now it truly sunk in... I was alone, there was nothing but me. "THAT CAN'T BE", I screamed in my head.

“That simply isn't possible... There has to be A someone, anyone out there. There has to be…” From the time of me thinking quietly to myself, I thought I heard something, a faint movement from outside. At first, I was filled with joy that maybe I was not alone after all, but that feeling of relief turned into dread as the realization that if it was a person, they would have called out, not quietly move within the depths of what was outside. Within this new-found fear, I start to hear more in discernible shifts and whispers of something within the death of sound itself. I try to reason myself out of this nonsense that there was a beast out these walls I call a house. As I stood frozen from where I stand, I look out within the abyss in its unknowable eyes. My eyes dart around trying to find anything within it, but there as nothing. As I moved my eyes away from the window to nothing... I SAW IT, within my very edge of my vision, as if it was waiting for me to look away to move.

“But was it really there, or did I imagine it?” Through that clear reasonable thought didn't stick for long as the rest of my body betrayed my mind and quickly moved away from my kitchen window. With that loud fumbling of my own body, I knew what ever it was heard that. “No wait, I can't just believe that thing, that beast exists. I was just making it up, it can't be true.” Noise that I true thought was real faded out and all I could hear was my heart beating, and the deafening ringing within my ears. “I had to have made it up, I had to…” that's what I repeated to myself at least. Nothing felt real at this point, some part of me thinks I'm just in some bad nightmare. That maybe if I think hard enough that I could get out of this hell I am in. So I did, and it felt like hours. As I feared nothing happened, I was still there in my house flooded my the only light that exists surrounded by a hungry emptiness. “It was real... I was truly here... isn't a dream... I was truly in hell, a hell I could not understand, a hell that left me alone with this endless darkness just to toy with me. What did I do to deserve this?”

From where I was, I could see my bedroom and the window that accompanied the wall facing me. I had turned the light off before realizing that the sun and the rest of the world was consumed by this unimaginable beast. I couldn't move as I felt that there was something very wrong in that room. It was not my room no more, it had claimed it. My chest felt tight, I heard myself struggle to breath. I tried to understand was beyond the dark that once was my room. Time had stopped, as if god himself forgot that I too existed within this now empty world. It was not right, something was not right, something was in there waiting for me to make a move. I know it, it was waiting... Once more, I started to believe that I was hearing movement, and it was not human nor animal. Then I saw some being, a creature, A BEAST twitch within this black ink.

That was when I truly heard a sound. It was in the house, it was in my room, it was waiting. I couldn’t handle standing still waiting for this THING to lunge at me and do god knows what, honorific, animalistic, gore to my body. So I ran, I ran as fast as I could to my bathroom, I did not look back, I did not listen if it was following me. It was the only place with no windows, a plenty of light, and only one door that could be lock from the inside. I turned on the lights and slammed the door as fast I could, and then locked it.

My ears were ringing so loudly that I couldn't hear my own labored breathing from what lurked within the nothingness. I slowly backed into more within the bathroom, never braking eye contact from the door that now stops whatever being real or not from getting me. I settled on siting in the bathtub, counseling myself behind the curtains, peaking past the edge of them towards the door. There I sat waiting, but there was nothing. Again I started to wonder if what I saw and heard was even real or just my fears making up a monster to reason with what my mind was making up. I started to debate on getting up and opening the door to at least know the truth, but I was stuck, my body was frozen, it ceased to function. So I sat there thinking, repeating two realities within this new world, this abyss,

“There is nothing there, / There is something there…”