The Bottle

i found it, early that night, at a yard sale. an old, old soda pop bottle. couldve been one of the first ones ever made. and because the oldest sodas contained, shall we say, "illegal substances", they never went bad and you could count on them to help you relax. so I asked the man what he wanted and he retorted with some absurdley massive amount of money, almost four figures. I was outraged, but then his wife caught wind of what he was doing, and with a sharp look and a whispered word, he immediatly offered me but one hundred dollars. I had no problem shelling out the cash for such a rare find as this.

I walked down central, casually unscrewing the lid and taking a large gulp before stowing back under my coat. central was perhaps the busiest road in town, and I was amazed to find not a soul in sight. my only companion was the white march hair the hopped beside me, resolute. the air suddenly grew cold, and I huddle for warmth. I had my beloved parcel wrapped inside my coat and it seemed to radiate its own pulsing heat, and I was grateful for it. I turned off of central down mowhawk, well, what I thought was mowhawk, for the wind had grown so strong as to rip the pull itself out of the ground. "you had better get along home now, rabbit. youd hate to be outside in this storm" I knew the road well, however, and had no problem finding my way home even with there not bieng a single road sign anywhere. I couldnt shake the feeling that I was bieng watched, however, causing me to drop my keys. "godamn it" I swore aloud, shocked at my own foul temper. "relax" I mumbled to myself "theyre just keys. its not like they can kill you or anything"

I sighed and crossed the threshold, tossing my keys into the little turtle next to the door that I kept for the sole purpose of holding my keys. the turtle crashed to the ground and shattered against the tile with a incredibly loud crunching sound. I bent down to pick it up, but was amazed to find blood along the edges of the pieces. I had no visible wounds, but I assumed that I mustve just cut my self on something earlier and not realized it when I went for my keys.

after gathering the shards I headed towards my living room, bieng particularly careful to turn on every light in the house. I dont know why i did it, but for some strange reason I was terrified. "I could really use that Coke right about now" I said, plopping myself down onto my couch and pulling out my purchase. I carefully unscrewed it and smelled it.

it seemed a thousan years to ripe, but I steeled my self and tilted my head back. the bottle seemingly leeped from my hand, forcing itself down my throat, deeper, deeper, I was suffocating, I couldnt breathe, I grabbed at the end and I tried to pull it out, to keep from dying, but It broke in my hand, slicing my fingers open, the bottle shattering in my throat and the shards forcing themselves outward, slitting my throat.

the officers at the scene were amazed at the grizzly sight. the only thing they found was an emptied bottle of coca cola, one that was old enough to contain cocaine, but had almost four times the norm in it, and a mangled body with a hunters knife in its throat