u/Hot_Judge_221

I’m a crack addict. But I’m macrodosing to handle the withdrawals. It’s not my first time either. I’ve done this more times to count.

It start around Halloween time. Near the holidays. Sales jobs are Britain that way.

I overdose around spring time and suffer through withdrawals as I try to clean up in the summer.

“Your only a failed if you stop trying” is an over simplification. Like most sayings and life in general. It’s all gray.

I’m almost in my 40s now and I can definitely feel death butt fucking me in my sleep.

This go around was just like any other. The night terrors were always the same.

I’m a dog in a house. That’s how it always started when I began my detox.

I’d bark and piss everywhere. There was none in the house at first. Until I found the other dogs.

The damn place was endless.

These dogs barked right back at me.

“Bark” means: the hell are you?

“Bark” also meant: don’t piss there that’s where I sleep.

“Bark” meant: do you remember?

You get the drift. I spoke dog.

Usually when I met the dogs we would rase hell as we were chased by bigger animals and humans. All the othered would get shot or eaten until I was left all alone. Running.

By that time I’d be done with my detox and enjoying spring break drug free. Weird I know.

The first night of detox is the worst.

My nightmare started.

I’m running on two legs being chase by other humans.

They shouted out to me “Where are you going! We need to stick together!”

I slowed down and stopped to face them. I kept my distance from the group and shouted back “Let me leave I’m not supposed to be here.”

Why did I say that?

“Calm down, you’re in a dream!” Someone said. They were in the darkened space of the hallways in between the wall lamps.

I’m in a dream? No this is too real. I felt pain earlier. My arm is still bleeding.

“This isn’t a dream look at me!” I looked down. And noticed something.

There was a sound coming from the side of my face as I looked down. It sounded like mixing macaroni.i touched my hand to my face and my finger first touched my teeth. I searched more and then i tasted my fingers on my tongue.

I removed my hand to see what the funny feeling was. Felt like some was cover my hand but not? As I gaze at my hand a funny realization came to my mind.

Our bodies use temperature to gauge what we feel as “wetness”. If we were to dip a hand in water that was the exact temperature as our body we would get this ghost like sensation. Almost like nothing was there.

This time I didn’t dip my hand in a cup of water. I had my hand and arm drench in my own blood as I searched for the funny noise coming from my face.

Later I found out the mixing macaroni noise was my loose muscles and blood vessels flapping around my ripped open side of my face.

The for now I started to groan. I felt no pain but knew something had happened that could be simply undone.

“Why?” I wailed. My vision started to blur. Then I saw nothing.

I woke up like nothing happened. I could only remember so much. I think it had a ghost in it? I don’t know. I think I remembered being worried. But it was a detox nightmare so whatever.

End part 1

I could taste their adrenaline.

Saw their flesh sweat.

Gorged on the agony of crippled dreams.

I am their creature. I’m your monster.

Dunken slept in his tent. He was too far away from the other campsite. He came out here alone.

In his mind were countless worries. Lovers, responsibilities, guilt, regret. I wanted more from him. He wasn’t ready.

Carla was a single mother dressed in fine clothes just bought with her boyfriend’s credit card. The women reeeked of past transgression. I stole her away in her sleep. I savored her screams for hours before I let here wake up in bed like nothing happened. But she knew.

I was about to feed. I was always feeding.

Radicals, lawyers, child rapists, corrupt politicians, apathetic rich.

Why couldn’t I digest them?

I had to eat the good intentioned ones. Flock to the normal people. The one who had problems but not devils of their own.

Ever the need.

He sees me. He’s just a boy but he sees me. That means.

Light filled all things. I must give form for this child.

Pain, as he molded me.

Bliss. As he discarded me as I vanished from his periphery.

I am no more but I am more. I am given more. I am more. A gift from existence.

The baby started to cry.

No, rejoice child. You have given me such imaginations. I should give you one as well.

I can’t take actions like this child or his parents can ever understand but I do give unto him. One of my most evil tricks. Ambition. Delectable.

I must go. I do not like being seen and giving futures. Even though it’s aids me in the end.

I can smell someone reading things they shouldn’t know.

I can see you. Do you want a gift?

The light.

When I moved here I promised I wouldn’t go broke again. No matter what death or disaster I would hold down a job. The problem was the only one I could get barely payed the bills. But I’m still holding out hope I find a better one eventually, but it’s not likely.

The job I got was a night watch man at a youth treatment center for troubled teens. They said it was a good job but in the first week I was there half the team left.

I gathered in the break room with the others that remained waiting for our shift to start.

“They are only paying us just enough to live” the girl said, I didn’t know her name. She was speaking to a dude my age with hair and speech that of an Appalachia born and bread hillbilly.

“I’m not scared, I’m a born Christian my lord has my back like the bullets in all my guns.” he said in the most ridiculous hillbilly accent I’ve ever heard. It’s not an act either he actually talked like that. Which is why I called him in my mind hillbilly.

“Ya but you don’t bring your guns to work,” the girl response annoyed. I noticed a strange expression grow on Hillbilly’s face. “It’s not like they would do much good anyway. How are you going to shoot a ghost. This isn’t scary movie two or something”

“You got yourself a point.” Hillbilly acquiesces. “I suppose you don’t believe in ghosts now do you Zack.”

He looked at me ininvitation I started to talk in a stutter “s-s-s-silly. I think it’s silly. Why are you all t-taking about ghosts anyway?”

“You don’t know?” The Californian came out of the girls speech at the chance to gossip. She continued in a more excited and energetic accent as if she knew full well what she was doing. “OMG you took this job without knowing!? I don’t believe the story like at all. I think it’s some scooby-doo bullshit to keep the turn over high so they don’t have to give anyone a raise.” She giggled and then so did Hillbilly but his laugh was the creepiest thing I’ve had to deal with so far in this job.

She continued “they say they found an ancient Indian burial grounds when they dug the foundation for this place. But the rich pricks they are covered up the discovery to make sure there were no delays in construction.”

Hillbilly interjected “it’s possible. My grandpa..wait no, my dad says they founds them petroglyphs all around here.”

“Ya well what ever, I still don’t believe in Indians either. Were here now they should like stay out.”

‘What the fuck’ we’re the only thoughts in my head. First because I was wondering where they found these freaks to work here and secondly ‘What the FUCK again! I don’t want that voodoo on me’

“Great, I d-d-don’t think it matters anyway. As l-long as I get my pay check I’m not g-g-going anywhere.”

Someone’s alarm for clock in went off and that stopped that weird as hell conversation as we shuffled to have our faces scanned for clock in.

Later in the night after my second break. I heard something move in the room I was put in. I looked around. Thinking it was just one of the kids turning in their sleep. But I didn’t see any of them moving.

My thought raced back to ghost and the hell they meant by “ancient Indian burial grounds” does that mean it’s just the same but on steroids?

I heard a thump come from the bunk beds the kids were in, like someone hit the wall. I turned on my desk lamp on my small table to get a better look into the room but I didn’t see anything.

‘These mother fuckers are playing tricks on me’ I thought looking at the boys I was tasked to watch over.

After a while I heard no new noises and turned off the lamp and got back to watching creepcast. My favorite episode was playing, deonia house, and it was getting to the last hour and I didn’t want to miss the crash outs. If you know you know.

With nothing else happening I was released by the morning crew and be-lined my way to clock out. Morning crew and night crew mingled in the break room. I didn’t invite any conversation but I did listen. I heard “they found him” and “need more bodies” and “overtime” and “always calling out”. Just the hymns of a dead end job. I clocked out and left.

At home I slept immediately.
My sleep went from 9am to hopefully 3 to 5pm ish everyday to keep up the 10 hour night shifts.

Next hours passed like another and without note. Boring. Like my life. Except for the video games I played. It was a new rpg. I spent almost all my time customizing my character before my shift started.

Clocking in at work I heard the girl and hillbilly talk in the break room again.

“They were floating, those little bitches were floating in the middle of the room. Like a poltergeist or something.” The girl said in gossip mode.

“Why ain’t you call me on da radio?”

I tried to listen in harder as I clocked in and filled my water.

“I did, I even went to channel three but you didn’t come. Like what up with that! I thought you were my boyfriend.”

“Listen I tidnt heard nothing I swear my butter cup. You know ima always listening on channel three just fur you. There’s no way I’d not talk to ya.”

‘I’m going to kill myself’ I thought. ‘Find me the nearest gun and end it all. The fuck is she and him together!? What the fuck!’

Then I realized what she said. They were floating.

“I came in today to just like, hopefully talk to them. The spirits. I got an Ouija board with me so hopefully I can talk them down to leave us alone. I got a cross and holy bible and everything. I’m going to conjuring this bitch.”

“Well sugar lips I’ll be on channel tree if you need me your here”

“You’re the best!”

They leaned into each other and I turned and closed off everything linking my existence to this earthly tether.

‘They are not doing this right now’ I heard a moan come from what could have only been Hillbilly when blessedly the clock in alarm went off on someone’s phone and they stopped. I didn’t make eye contact as I clocked in and made my way to my assigned room for the day.

All I could think about is how the girl was going the fix the issue. I don’t know much about ghosts and Indians but Indian burial ground in movies often were bad. Trying to think of miss California summon ghost of ancient Indians to get off her land basically wouldn’t go well.
‘Like, you got some good land over there. Just go that way.’ Or some bullshit. Honestly if she got possessed by an ancient Indian they probably make better life choices than hooking up with Hillbilly. I believe in love is love but god damn. The dude had the larges lips I had ever seen that almost covered up his missing teeth.

Just around the witching out I heard another noise followed by another thump. I walked over and put my ear to the wall trying to hear what might be going on when a loud nock coming from my table behind me. I turned and saw nothing as two more nocks sounded on the table.

Then a scream came from the other side of the wall. I looked around the check if the kids were going to wake up but they didn’t move. more screams higher pitched this time followed by meaty snaps.

I called out on the radio to have someone check on the girls room. First on Channel one, Then two, finally when I switched to the third channel I heard Hillbilly and the girl talking to each other. But in the most disturbing breathy tones as if I’m not currently hearing the girl’s bones break in the next room with the girls she is supposed to be watching over scream in terror.

“W-w-what are you d-d-d-doing!?”

“Ah Zachery! Stay off this channel!” Hillbilly said.

“Ya! Stay out! You don’t want this!” The girl snapped back.

At the same time a guttural pop as if a shoulder or leg was dislocated forcefully followed by more screams.

“I c-can hear screaming” I checked on the kids in my room. they haven’t moved at all.

“We’ll go check it real quick in busy.” Hillbilly shot back getting right back into their… oh god.

I took one last look at the kids. Still as the grave still with all the screaming and cracking noises. I left and went straight next door.

I opened the door and saw the girl floating in the air speaking in another voice not her own. Her body mangled with her head off her shoulders, hanging by her neck upside down on her back. Jaw was fully removed. Blood was suspended in the air vertically in the shape of a pentagram. The girls in the room saw me and rushed toward salvation. I let them pass me and I shut the door behind us.

The girls were shocked and huddling together giving words of comfort to each other. They seemed unharmed. I turned my back to them and opened the door a crack to see what the situation was but all I saw was the girl in her chair by her table, softly moaning on pace to the radio on channel three with all the girls in there place.

I froze there looking. Then I heard snapping come from behind me. Wet thumps. Hissing. The sound of slithering.

I kept watching the girl in defiance of everything. As hillbilly and the girl grew louder on the radio. So too did the haunting noise came from behind.

I felt gentle hands grip and pull at my jacket. They clung to me. I didn’t take my eyes off the girl.

They rest their heads against me.

The girls moans increased. Hillbilly’s dirty talk got other worldly. The girls in the room covered their ears to muffle the violation.

I felt them open their mouths against my shoulder and back. Then I heard slithering and felt a hellish amount of snakes spew out onto me.

I didn’t move but cried internally.

When I felt them enter into my long curly hair and one licked my earlobe I finally moved.

With my eyes closed I shoved off a heavy mass from behind me and used my hands, against the wall, to guide me back to my room while I shook off all the snakes from my body. When they were all off I entered my room and shut the door behind me. I sat down right there inside the room. back against the door. Eyes still closed.

Slam. Slam. Slam.

Heavy hits assaulted my door. I didn’t move but did try and use my body to stop the door from opening if the thing tried to get in.

Slam. Slam. Slam.

I heard the last sounds of hillbilly and the girl.

Slam. Slam. Slam.

Then they all stopped. No more heavy moaning and depraved dirty talk over the radio. No more slams.

I stayed there, not opening my eyes until I heard the birds chirping.

I first checked on the kids in my room. They didn’t move in the slightest. Like nothing had happened. I sat in my chair, leaned on my table and waited for my shift to be over.

First thing I did when I was released by the morning crew was go ask my supervisor what the hell was going on.

Mario, my supervisor, was a short fat man that sounded like he watched the god father or sopranos way too much.

“We didn’t hear a peep all last night.” Mario said “we are still trying to fill in some holes in the schedule by the way. You wanna make some money?”

“N-n-no, I’m good. Maybe. But w-w-w-what about people leaving? Do y-y-y-you know anything-th-thing about my rooms set of students?”

“All I can tell you is that they came in a couple of dayz before everyone left. I can’t tell ya anything about their records personally Zachery.”

“What if I-I did those extra shifts?”

“You drive a hard bargain there Zachery. Alls I can do is give you a hint that with a couple of googles should give ya what you want.”

“Fine.” We shook on it. By death or disaster. I’m hopefully going to push the disaster part before death.

“Good, now give me a sec so I can look up what’s going on with them. I don’t follow these little shits anymore.” He chuckles and walks off and leaves me to wait in his office. I didn’t mind because I’m still on the clock.

Half an hour later Mario returns with a shook and vacant look on his face “like I told you I can’t tell you much. They’ve had a rough life. I don’t know half the words in the report.”

He hands me a yellow sticky notes folded in half.

“Read it when you get home and I’ll see you tomorrow huh!” He slaps me on the shoulder and leaves once again.

I open it.

A couple of words and a phrases were written down.

Moloch. Suicide cult. Escaped. Sacrificed.

I pocketed the note and made my way to clock out and back home.

I found out that a cult that worship moloch had done a mass suicide recently. A couple of families escaped but were arrested because of the things the cult had done. Child sacrifices. The parents had been jailed but their teens, three boys, by order of the court had been push into the treatment center where I worked. To the very room I watched over.

Death or disaster. Death or disaster. Death or disaster.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Went my head on my desk.

Decisions had to be made. Most of my life has been shaped by things outside of my control. I often look back at my life and wonder if I am where I am today because more of either failure on my part or successes on my part. But in the back ground looms the monstrous idol to the things that were done unto me beyond any part of my own.

Fight and keep fighting. Never give up. How far do you take ambition?

Do I fight this? This thing that has chosen to do unto me. So I can live a life knowing I chose.
But what do I choose? Is it a success to flea and try once more to probably not get a job and ultimately fail. Or, to hold to my commitments. Death or disaster. If I try and fail I could live without regret because I committed to never giving in. Death or disaster. If things get too hairy I can always run.

So why am I doing this? I am doing this because I have no other choice. The real reason. Sure I can leave but it just more being homeless and avoiding crack addicts. There in lies the truth shadowed by good intentions and idealisms.

‘I hate my job. I might get fired due to all the hr tickets I’ll be submitting but demon teens are not going to be the thing that gets me. Plus, if the demons break my legs think of the laws suit and work man’s comp. Honestly it’s a win win. But I’ve got to get it on camera… FUCK! This is bullshit. Wait I’ll just run out in the hallway when it gets to that point. They might not get the demons doing the deed. It for sure should get the deed. Perfect. I should have summoned demons to break my legs on camera sooner.’

Little did I know that acts of gods and or devils are not liable to the employer. Bummer.

End of part 1

Let me know what you think I wrote this in one night so it’s what eva