The Abstract Man

Her sickness appeared inescapable as it demolished her health. My mother's illness seemed to only cultivate as she weakened. The discomforting fact about her sickness was that doctors had no ability to determine what was causing her reaction. Slowly and gradually each day her body began to deteriorate. First her nails began to snap, then her hair began to fall in clumps, and now her skin was peeling uncontrollably. It was as if she were being slipped chemo pills.

By this time our house no longer felt like a home, it was transforming into a hospital. First she had one caretaker, then two, and now we have five in the house. IV bags are strung about her room, medical supplies are scattered around the house, and my mother's bed has become the only place she spends her days. In fact I haven't seen her leave bed in nearly a week. An inerasable sense of fear slowly invaded my family's emotions.

My days were spent entirely thinking about my mother and attempting to research what her possible illness was. I spent much of my time on the internet usually researching things. I had a natural thirst for knowledge, and in this case I decided to research everything I could on the internet. However, I had little luck in discovering possible diseases she may have. I would've spent the entire night on the computer, but something drew my attention elsewhere.

As I worked on the computer, my peripherals detected something outside. I shifted my gaze to the window and scanned the area in search of abnormalities. I swiftly recognized an obscure figure. Standing by a tree in the woods, was a lanky boney dark figure. There was little light escaping the reaches of our home, but the miniscule amount that did, just barely illuminated the area around this figure. Whatever it was it stood motionless just intently staring at our home. I felt rather unsafe, and rolled open the window.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. However there was no response, the scrawny figure just remained static looking directly at me. I felt quite uncomfortable, it was as if he had some agenda or plan, and was standing there just waiting for me to sleep so he may execute his plan then. Though it was a tough battle I finally managed to discover rest that night.

The next morning, I awoke in surprise after a terrifying dream. The rusted springs in my mattress violently creaked, dust jumped from my covers, as I shot up in bed. Almost as if I had been suffocated by my covers I fought through the mess in my bed to the window. After looking outside there was no longer any sign of the abstract figure. I was filled with relief as my nightmare had been swiftly proven false.

The previous evening I dreamt of this abstract figure entering our home. While in the house he was in my mother’s room whispering what sounded nothing far of gibberish. I was eager to discover what I had imagined was invalid. The next day didn't really differ from the recent schedule.

Being the summer, I spent the majority of my time outside. I ran through the woods, exploring and venturing my way through the tall oaks. Before I arrived back at home I noticed a peculiar sight. On the ground lay several strands of hair. This looked somewhat odd, but as I kept rummaging through the leaves I noticed things only grew odder. Next to the hair lay several teeth, then I also found what looked like human flesh. It appeared as if the skin on someone's hand had been peeled from the bone and muscle. Looking similar to a glove the piece of flesh laid on the ground next to the other body parts.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I returned home filled with curiosity. I decided the best way for me to indulge in this interest was to research it. I looked up random body parts in the woods and did not discover much. I continued searching, but like my mother's illness I found little explanation. However, this absence would swiftly be altered. I remembered the disturbing tall dark figure standing outside my house. I decided it couldn't hurt to look it up.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The results I found were quite unsettling. If what I found on the internet was the same sight I had noticed outside my home my family and I were fucked. As I read through the articles it stated the man was a demonic presence attempting to take a human form. Through several failed attempts it may shed flesh, or other body parts. It explained these were mere rejections of the natural human body, as it recognized its demonic form. It explained however, it may only take a full human presence after sucking the life out of a current human. Only then will the human parts accept this demonic form. They called this creature "The Abstract Man". By this time I felt disheartened as I soon realized the height of this situation. This entity was trying to take the position of my mother.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sure enough as I stood from the computer, I gazed out the window and was greeted by now the unnerving sight of The Abstract Man. He stood there almost as if he knew of my newly conceived knowledge. He stared directly at me now closer than before. His gaze remained unbroken as his face was locked on me. I couldn't make out any human in his face as he had no eyes, nose, or mouth. Just entirely black, the scraggly form stood. Now feeling disturbed I remain in bed the entire night, worried for when the Abstract Man would strike. I got up every hour, to continuously check on his presence.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">At 2 AM he was closer. At 3 AM he crept even closer. At 4 AM he was at a disturbingly close distance. I decided at this time I should alert my parents. I woke them and told them of the man standing outside our home. My father gripped his shotgun and began walking outside. My mother lay in bed unawaken. As my father pounded the door open we both were greeted with a surprising sight. Outside our lawn remain empty of any presence or entity. I felt embarrassed, I asked myself, that maybe I was just seeing things.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The following day my father and mother left for the hospital, unfortunately her illness only grew worse. I reserved my beliefs on her sickness due to the fact that little would trust such a ridiculous premise. I sat on my computer attempting to search more on The Abstract Man, and discovered more that filled me with an unsettling feeling. I discovered quickly that after this figure took over its host’s form it attempted to now in a human form, fend off any existing information on itself. I continued to research the subject, but my research was swiftly ended, by a startling noise in the kitchen. My mother had returned from the hospital, however for once I was greeted by a positive fact.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">She appeared fully recovered as she walked around the kitchen; overcome with content I rushed to hug my mother. I thought on the inside after the disappearance of The Abstract Man she would easily be able to return to a healthy state. I returned to my room, as I received a phone call. When I picked up the phone my heart sank. Eerily over the phone I heard a familiar voice speak. Sounding rather weak, my mother spoke "Son I love you, no matter what happens, I love you." She sounded as if she was fighting for life. I tried to respond, but was unable to, as I peered over my shoulder. There standing there I saw whatever this thing was that now resembled my mother.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">When it opened its mouth I heard a tone quite varied from my mother's dialect. It uttered shrieks and stood staring at me looking flourishing with hatred. I looked to the door and tried to dart away. This being chased me with inhumane speed and forced me to halt. It snarled in a nasty voice, but I gripped a nearby kitchen knife. It grabbed my other arm and steadily sped its gaping mouth towards my flesh. It was unsuccessful to bite my limb as I jutted the blade into the creature’s neck. It fell to the ground gurgling on its own blood. It shrieked and struggled on the ground. This disgusting conjunction of flesh changed its voice to my mothers. It screamed "Help me son, Help!" I looked back at the being, unable to be tricked by it.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">It pulled the knife from its throat and crawled away on all fours. I would've attempted to stop it, but it was much too quick for my speed. As it sped away it made horrible croaking noises. It ran still in the form of my mother.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">That day, my mother died. I guess there was only enough room for one of her on the planet. This creature now owned that spot. The Abstract Man takes the forms of many, and still roams this world as my mother. I have no clue of his whereabouts, but as I said he will do whatever it takes to destroy information about him anywhere. As a caution to those who read this, I would recommend you check outside your window every night. He knows you know, and he will at all costs track you down to rid of knowledge of him. If you ever look out your window and you see that tall standing dark figure, you must pack your bags, throw them in the car, and get the hell out of where you live. If you're lucky you will have evaded him. If you aren't, well then be ready to give up your body.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:16.5pt;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pacersnation16 (talk) 16:16, April 22, 2014 (UTC)

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