Blasphemous Comfort

I am, or was, a simple person once. But that all changed that on week. That one god damn week... you do want to hear this bull do you? Then I'll just tell you the story, and you determine what you think I'm like...

I woke up March 16, 2011 after a week-long series of dementing dreams, and though most of my dreams are quite disturbing, this series of dreams still makes my blood chill to sub-artic temperatures. They all started the same, in my past. It would start almost normal if you will, with only strange details missing. I would leave for school, the world seeming silent. On the walk there, things would seem strange. Dogs would commonly yelp instead of barking, and those that barked would have a fierce, bloodcurtling pitch to it. It makes my spine crawl just thinking about it. Also everyone would seem, depressed, disturbing if you will.But the school was what made this horrifying. The trees seemed lifeless. The grass was overgrown. The kids looked so damn disturbing. They all looked tired, bags under there eyes, and wore dark, colorless clothing. When you went in, instead of the yellow walls and the red and white tile floors, the walls were a dark grey, and the tiles where all a deep blackish-red and some of them seemed to have a deeper tone of red.

The dream would always end there so I cannot go into more detail on the true deformation of the school. Anyways, I woke up to a perfectly normal day. It was my day off, so some of my friends decided to come over, as it two of them had the day off aswell, and the others just called in sick. They got over and we decided to do what we did in University. Eat chips, a liter bottle of mountain due each and as many horror movies and video game competitions as possible. If we had known of the coming events, we all would have went over to someone elses house, apartment, or whatever the hell they had. It would all have been better then losing them all...

Anyway, they came over, Jack and his girlfriend, Beth (god damn asshole, and fat as a cow. Don't know how he dealt with her), Mickie (asshole. If he wasen't good friends with Jack that ass would be banned from my property), Jacob (my best friend. He diden't deserve his fate. But when the hell do good things happen for good people?), Anthony (me and him were tight. Not gay tight, but tight.) and Preston (we had our differences,and he could be a ass, but he was a good friend). Me and Anthony did some cod zombies, and afterward Me and him versus Jacob and Mickie on some halo reach, and I diden't look but I swear Jack and Beth were getting on third base, but as I say it once, and once only, I hate having couples in my house.

It was about a hour later, at about 7:00p.m, when the funky crap started going on. I know Jack and Beth were getting busy, because Preston came back saying those two had left a sock on the bathroom door. We watched Rob Zombie's halloween remake, and listened to another way to die, when we heard Jack scream like he had just been shot. We ran upstairs, and he started babbling about how "it" killed her. We asked what but he just kept up with "it". We checked the bathroom and what I saw made me vomit. Blood stained the floor of the bathroom, and it looked as though she was dragged out the window (don't ask me why I had a window next to the crapper...). We tried to call 911 when the next thing happened... the power went out. That was what flipped the switch that someone else was going to die. The sky was cloudless, and the rain chance was %00.03 precent, so it was as likely to be a storm as it was to be a alien invasion. We thought the power had been cut, which made us believe it was a serial killer.

Now I diden't like Beth, but noone diserves such a death. We decided noone went anywhere alone.Now, Jack needed to be moved, so we hauled his ass down in the basement and lit some candles my ex left at my house. I wish we hadn't. It was Beth. Not normal Beth, but a bloody corpse, hanging from the ceilling, intestines lying on the floor. She had bite marks in her. Jacob vomited and I know everyone else was holding it in. But a miracle happened. The power turned back on. Wetried to call 911, but the phone had been annihalted.We looked around at eachother and thats when we noticed something. Preston was missing. We went to look for him, but it diden't take long to find him. We took three steps when we heard a slurping sound, more disgusting then anything I've ever heard. We look down and what we saw was so horrifying that I wont go into detail. But I will tell you this. It was preston. Or thats what the corpse looked like. We now knew that whatever did it, it could not have been human. Thats when we knew what to do.

I grabbed a box of matches, we left the place, and burned that hell-hole to the ground.