User:InTheMindOfAMonster

 The Harvester of Darkness

I have not fully recovered from my experiences. Nor would I ever be adequately prepared to experience them again. What I have been through, and am still going through, has scarred me for life. Let me explain. It all started around a month ago, when I first discovered this old house on the market. Don't ask me why I wanted it, it just caught my eye. To me, it looked so rustic and morbid I had to have it. With it's 20's style windows with solid black shutters, chipped white paint job, and shingle roof, it looked perfect for someone like me. It wasn't too big, since I'd be living alone, but it provided me with plenty of room. Actually, a bit more room than I'd need. However, that didn't matter to me. I was just happy to have my own place. Upon moving in, I decided the place needed a WHOLE lot of work done to it. The floor needed replaced, the walls needed a new paint coat or two.. the list went on. Of course, the deficiencies didn't matter, as I felt a compelling need, a desire, to call this place my own. Sure, I loved the house and its look, but as far as my absolute need for it was dubious. I immediately went to work. After I finished painting, I promptly began ripping up the rugged seventies style carpet. To my disbelief, there was another set of carpet below it. It was just as horrendous as the first, and frankly, I hated it more. I tore that up, too. And I was quite glad that was the final layer of bad flooring choices. Like I said before, this house is very old, so all that was left was a very thin looking wooden floor. It was unpolished, and very dusty. But, I had discovered something. The thing that still haunts me everyday. The thing I will forever loathe myself for finding. I noticed a large portion of the floor had been torn up, then plywood was placed over it. The repair wood looked ancient just as the rest of the house did, but not quite as old as the original flooring. It looked almost like an entrance, but not quite as large as you would think a floor hatch would be. Naturally, it peaked my curiosity and before I could say I wished to open it, the worker who was helping me fix up the place became very pale and said he must leave. I was puzzled, partly because he wasn't due to leave for another 3 hours, but also of how his expression was. He looked as if he just layed eyes upon the most gruesome, unholy sight he had ever witnessed, yet he couldn't explain why. He solemnly gathered up his equipment and fled out the door. Well, there I was, completely stranded in an empty house that wasn't even nearly finished because of my assistants poor job at helping. I decided it would be best to find a hotel to reside in until my house was fully finished. When I arrived, I called the assistant and asked him what was the matter with him. He simply stated he didn't know what came over him and that he would for sure be in tomorrow. With that, he quickly ended the phone call. His voice had an edge to it... he sounded very nervous.. very neurotic. InTheMindOfAMonster (talk) 23:05, October 18, 2013 (UTC) The very next morning, I got up and prepared myself for the first day of actual hardwork. When I pulled in to the gravel/dirt driveway, I was surprised his Crew Cab Collorado truck was already parked. "An early start, I suppose..." I though. I knew he had the spare key, so it didn't shock me when the door was already unlocked. But what did shock me, was the fact that the sealed interstice was already wide open. No restraints on it whatsoever. This was odd, considering the circumstances, but I figured maybe he was in the kitchen making himself a sandwhich or something, so I walked on past the hole, gape, whatever you'd like to call it, when I felt a chill that deepened itself so far in my core, I believed I was being frozen right then. My body stopped walking and breathing and blinking, it just... stopped. Suddenly, I turned, and made my way over to the hole. I could feel myself involentarily get down on my knees and lean over the inky black pit. An icy gust of freezing cold, dry air hit me in the face, nearly blowing me back. Something was wrong here. The distance downward looked entirely disproportionate. The only amount of light down there is what is above me. And, when looking at it, it must be atleast a 15-25 foot drop, straight down, based upon the size of the small, square beam of light. That seemed a bit too deep for a subbasement like that. A musty, sodden odor filled the underground place. I felt myself leaning into, nearly falling a few times before I gained the will power to pick myself up and back away from the hole. One of the times I nearly fell, I got a close look down unto the chamber. I saw IT. (After hearing its description, you might fancy me mad, but I saw what I saw.) It- It's legs were..were spliced together and it..it SLITHERED and it's joints bent the opposite ways as it snaked around the edge of the darkness as if it feared the light. It's body was barely, cautiously slinking into the small square of light.. the creature was... was ADAPTING. When it had fully shown itself, it looked up at me and I froze in fear. It was of the palest of pales. It was nearly transparent. But the worst part.. its EYES WILL HAUNT ME UNTIL I AM PLACED IN THE GREAT WOODEN BOX AND SHOVED SIX FEET UNDER. OH, HOW I AWAIT THAT DAY SO I MAY FOR GET THOSE FOUL, HORRID EYES. They were black as pitch, as black as the world it dwelled in with tiny red dots in the centre of them, but that wasn't even the worst part. When I looked into it's eyes, I witnessed my own soul being endlessly devoured in the very pits of hell, being enveloped in a blanket of lava, my flesh melting off the bones the kept it on, my eyes buldging out due to the scorching inferno that awaited me, that I would surely meet if that monster got its pale, white, icy fingers around my neck. But that was all it wanted. All it desired, all it hungered for. Was the light of others, the life of others for it is the Harvester of Darkness, it's creation unknown, for it was never born and it will never die. As my knees and hands left the splintery wood near the edge of the hole, I heard a distinct whispering, a murmur coming not from the hole, but from inside my own cranium. The voices were deep and rugged and seemed to be overlapping, the distortion was unbelieveable. Some of them in english, some in Latin, and some in various other languages that had long since been considered dead. I blankly stare at the still-open hole and it seems to get closer and closer as the whispers get louder and louder. My vision starts to blur, thoughts are disoriented, until finally....... silence. Have I been subdued? The next morning, I awake in the back yard. My head spinning, my heart pounding, and I am freezing cold. When I return in the house, the hole has been roughly patched up and everything looks fine accept for one small thing. The words "THEY ARE FREE" is carved into the wood. After this, everything is ordinary.. I thought so anyway. I told no one of my experiences because I knew I would be thought of as erratic. The police questioned me about the dissappearance of the matinance worker, but they found no evidence to convict me and eventually let the case grow cold. But, something else still bewilders me. Throughout the next few months, I've been... seeing things. Whether it been in a dream, in my peripheral vison, across the street, wherever.. Everytime I see it, it gets closer. But, it usually shows up when the room is dark, and I'm focusing on something like a book, or a TV, or my phone.. even my laptop screen. It's closer everytime. Last time I saw it, it was last night, in my dream. I was lying in my room asleep. Yet, I could still see myself. I It seems to be something that moves on its stomach, like the thing I witnessed so many months ago. In my dream, behind me sleeping, I saw something quiver in the darkness. It twitched, as if it had long since been lying dormant. Then, it moved. I recognized its slithering and grotesque bent limbs. It made its way over to me, lying sleeping, defenseless on the single person bed. The pale mass winded its way up on top of me, to where its horrid face was just inches away from mine, whereas I was still lying there motionless. It unhenged its wide jaws, showing all several rows of needlepoint teeth. I felt strings of mucilaginous mucus drip down on my emotionless face as it widened its jaws to start to let out a piercing, blood-curdling, gut wrenching shreik of triumph... then I awoke. I cannot shake the thought that maybe, when it finally reaches me in reality, not in a dream, it will fufill the vision it gave me. Place me in an endless purgatory where I am left to rot and melt and be gnawed at and die over and over and over again for all of eternity. The monsterous sight of my nightmare the night before returned to me, and I quickly push the thoughts to the back of my mind. It is now 3am and I am here alone in stark darkness, in my nightmarish home, trying to type up this warning for all of you out there.. Don't let your curiosity get the best of-.... Wait.. Did something just move?