Dr. AMAHGOD\ - The Sequel: Difference between revisions

My name is Marcus, but people usually call me Mark. I'm a casual fellow, tall, skinny, a fairly normal looking guy. But what people don't know about me is that I have a dark secret.... one that no one would otherwise guess.

 

 

I went home with the object in my breifcase. The old man, and everything he had said to me were still fresh in my mind. What exactly did he want me to do with this object? Put it under my pillow while sleeping yeah, but what would that accomplish? What is the point? With so many thoughts and questions stirring in my mind, I wanted nothing more but to sleep at this point. So as the old man had told me, I placed the object under my pillow and went to sleep.

 

I woke up like any normal morning. I got up at 6:00 AM, put on my robe and my pink bunny slippers, and walked to the bathroom. I was being extra quiet today as I didn't want to disturb my sleeping family. I closed the bathroom door quietly, turned the lights on and grabbed my toothbrush. Looking at the mirror, that's when I saw it. This thing..... this ugly, grotesque figure looking at me. Was this..... me? I reached my hand towards my face and it appeared so. What had become of my once shining, beautiful complextion? Could this have something to do with that object, I wondered? I ran out of the bathroom and lifted up my pillow. It was gone. Whatever that object was, it had dissapeared. Confused, I quickly ran back to the bathroom to see I looked like my usual self again. Weird. Could it have been my imagination, I wonderd? Impossible..... or was it? Regardless, I had work to go back to. Finishing up my daily routine and skin care I got dressed and headed off to work.

 

The next thing I knew I was in front of the old man. "You did well, my child." he begun, "Keep up that kind of work and soon you shall get all you dreamed of." I looked at him, dazed. Where was I? I was in a dark room full of odd looking sculpteres of people. "Interested in my collection, I see?" The old man gestured for me to get up. "I was a real hunter back in my day. Now I am far too old to move around as I once did, which is where you come along." Hunter? I thought. But the sculptures were all of human beings. He couldn't have killed all these people and turned them into statues.... could he? "You catch on quickly." The old man looked at me and pointed above my shoulder. "There. This is the one you got earlier today." I looked at where his finger pointed. It was the old woman. Except she was.... a stone statue. My body started feeling heavy and I fell unconsious.

 

When I woke up it appeared to be the next moring. It was 6:00 AM and I was in bed. I looked under my pillow again, still nothing. Confused I looked around the room and saw blood everywhere. Hyper-realistic blood was splattered all over my wall and ceiling.... and even me. I screamed and jumped out of bed. I had no idea what was going on.... but my body starting losing it again. I ran around the room, terrified, unsure, desperate. My body ran where it ran, but my mind was still intact. I fell to the floor, screaming. All of a sudden my body jumped and headed for the window. I lived in an apartment complex 17 stories high,..... it couldn't be that my body was trying to..... could it? My body opened the window and lifting intself onto the ledge. I tried taking control to stop my body from jumping, but to no avail. My body jumped. And splat -- on the sidewalk in heaps of blood.

When I awoke my body was dark, and full of blood. Dead bodies surrounded me. I didn't do this.... did I? I looked up at the sky and back down to me. I had tentacles all over my body. Weird, black, slimy tentacles....

 

 

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