The Man Inside His House

It was a time of day during a day of the week and I had just finished screaming at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. ‘Well now’ I began to think to myself ‘All that screaming sure has worked me up an appetite.’ I finished thinking to myself and descended down the stairs.

Entering the kitchen I was shocked to find nobody there, which is strange because I live alone. It was a good day to be wearing my pastel blue sock so I began gathering ingredients and utensils from the places I keep them. Tins, cartons, pots, pans and packages of all kinds strewn over the counter in preparation.

I sat down before the cozy fireplace within my living room, taking a bite out of an apple, the flames slowly began to take a new course, twisting from their source and shuffling over blackening logs until eventually, it appeared as though the flames had formed a mouth, and suddenly a voice spoke.

“Have a lovely evening”. The voice said strained yet compelling. Immediately thereafter the flames extinguished in an extremely pollutant cloud of black smoke and ember.

I awoke to find I had probably passed out and possibly thrown up on myself a number of times. ‘Fucking hell no. Not again’ I thought to myself this time and made haste for the nearest mirror.

---

Credited to language_is_fuck 

Comments • 0

Loading comments...