What hides in the walls?
Ξ October 24th, 2007 | → | ∇ General, Philosophy |
There is a stillness to the apartment tonight. A waiting. It is as if there is something tick, tick, ticking behind the walls, beneath the floorboards. I can feel the heart beat of time, waiting, waiting, waiting until waiting is filled.
There is no patience here, no stillness, no true acceptance of waiting. There is an urgency, a threat of chaos waiting to burst out at the earliest opportunity.
This morning when I awoke, I gazed up at the storage space above the closet, and where the camping chairs and tents are, I saw a creature, a cross between a gargoyle and some sort of winged bipedal beast. It’s hands were between it’s feet, perching upon the storage space, ready to pounce. Looking at me, quietly, hungrily. I imagine its eyes were dark, dirty yellow, although in truth I do not remember seeing this at the time.
Its face was disfigured, and it was hairless, bat-like wings folded behind its shoulders, which were hunched heavily from its position. I blinked and could not see it anymore, but still I let a small movement of my wrists and hands make a banishing gesture. The room felt clearer, the air more light. My heart was racing and I took a deep breath, not realizing that I had held my breath through the encounter.
I turned over to the side of the bed and turned the alarm clock off all the way, making sure that it wouldn’t come back on to annoy me. And then I got home from work today, there is this feeling in the air, this quiet sense of pensiveness. I don’t know what is going on here, I’m not sure why, or where it’s coming from. I will do a banish ritual this evening, and study what’s going on as best I can.
But something tells me there is more here. There is something lurking, I can feel it, sense it, smell it behind the veils. A dark emotion that is lingering, it is clinging to the walls, trying to wrap itself around the candles and hearts.
I don’t know what’s going on, but it can’t last. Either it will break, or it will be dispelled. The full moon is almost here, I can feel her call, feel the moonlight filling my body and eyes, but tonight it feels quiet. It feels as though the white light is grey, as though the stars are stealing her light, drawing it into the shadows, keeping it from the world below.
