The Cracker

I was up In my attic a few days ago. Nothing much just dusting the place out, putting guff in the carbage. While doing this I found something interesting, a cracker. To be specific a christmas cracker you know the ones that you pull and they make a little snap sound. I picked the cracker up to inspect it. it looked to be bought around my childhood very dusty like every thing else in my attic. The design was very simplistic, all black except for a small rose shaped thing glued to the main piece of the cracker and two red ribbons on both sides. I brought the cracker down from the attic and into my room.

After some thought I decided not to open it just yet and finish cleaning up my attic. I got that done and came back to room to open the cracker. When I ripped the two sides it made a very alarming snap, now that I think about it the snap sounded more like a screach that a snap. So I opened it up to see what was inside. the first thing I dug out of the cracker was a golden colored plastic crown. Though it wouldn't fit over my head due to it being for small children. The next thing I took out was the joke the paper was very crinkled. The joke was horrible as always.

"What is the fastest fish in the world?"

"A motor pike."

Then I took out the last item. The thing I pulled out was a clay statue of a disembowled mouse head it had no paint on it so it was just a light brown color. The head was heavly detailed with small wiskers and intrictly designed fur. Now this, this is something you don't find in crackers it was quite creepy looking so why would this be geared towards the young. But at the time I didn't notice any of that and just put the head on my desk because it was quite cool looking.

That night I had dream that I was a mouse I was running from something I would just keep running and hiding until suddenly some creature would cut off my head. I thought it was strange dream but didn't think much of it. I went through my daily routine showering, getting dressed, and eating but I felt a bit slower as if I was dizzy but I wasn't. When I got to work(I work at a paper company) I felt missrible but I couldn't figure out why. At lunch I over heard some of my co workers saying that I looked really tired and sort of not really here. But I brushed it off. I got home and watched some tv, ate, then got onto my computer at around 8:00. I looked onto my desk to see the mouse head glaring up at me. For some reason that made me not want to use my computer and I went to bed.

I had the same dream that night. but it was different the time period from running away and hiding to being decapitated was longer and I felt more dizzy and out of it like I did at work the day before. When I woke up the next morning I felt even worse then last time. I phoned work telling them I was sick and I couldn't come. I basicly did nothing that day but eat and use my computer. And like the two nights before I had the same dream but more dizzy and prolonged. the next day when I woke up I was feeling better and decided to go to work but before I did I disposed of the mouse head in the hopes of not having the dream again. To my surpise I didn't have the dream.

but the very next day when I got to my desk. the mouse head was back on my desk as if I hadn't even touched it. I immeditly threw it into the carbage disposal. Hoping I would never see that damned head again. But boy was I wrong. Even after dispossing of the head I kept on having the dreams every night. After awile I stoppd sleeping constanly drinking coffee and not leaving my house. My phone was stock piled with messages and my email was overgrown. I was starting to go insane. Sometimes I thought I could see the creature from my dreams out of the corner of my eye but when ever I looked in the direction of where the thing was, nothing would be there.

After weeks of this I finally went to sleep and I didn't have anydream. When I woke up I felt well and I was not dizzy I decided to maybe go out and get something to eat. Knowing that by now my boss probably fired me. So I was about to crawl out of my bed when I noticed in the doorway was the creature staring directly at me. I didn't move I was to scared to his eyes were dark maroon thats all I remeber of what the creature looked like. I couldn't stand it anylonger and finally moved my head to right to reach for my handgun, but it was to late to do anything he already had me the last thing I remebered was darkness encompassing my head and them silence.

I found myself in a house my eyes were blurry and my hearing was muffled I thought I could see the outline of little girl playing with something I tried moving around and nocked something over I heard a scream and I think the girls mother came. But she acted as if I wasn't even there. I thought why wouldn't she acknowledge me. The girl was calmed she started playing again. And so forever after I walk the halls and rooms of the house I was in. I still don't know if I'm alive or dead.

But... I'm probably dead.