My world of darkness comes to an end. I bathe in the everlasting radiance of the light. I find myself still in the house but this time. The walls are bright, they are colourful and the presence of the sun lights my way forward.
But that is just an illusion, I conjured to avoid reality. I only snap myself back when a spider slithers down my spine
. I don't move it. It makes it way down further and further. Until it halts in its spot. I can move freely but the spider is still there any moment it could purge me down with its venom. I must be brave, no i am brave i wont crumble under the fear of a little spider. I've survived the damn paper angel and managed to survive.
And il live to see the day i smite that fucker down. They will cheer the name of the prophet and treat me to food and praise me as a king.
But that is not relevant now. The light hasn't completely vanished.
I can see it on the horizon. Yet I can't touch it, I can't feel it. It's blocked by a path I cannot cross. But its presence alone brings me hope. I will find my way to the light. The hallway has turned to it, it's more like a maze than a hallway.
Doors at every angle so I turn to my nearest door and open it.
Being careful not to anger the spider that holds my life in its balance. The first room is nothing too special. It's dirtier than a pig's den. The walls are stained with dirt, the whole place is a dust collector. I feel like I'm suffocating in it. 2 bowls of molded porridge reside on the table. Ants eating away at it, wasps gouging out of it
. Overflown with spiders.
I ignore the foul sight, and search around the room. First I open the utensils compartment, knives covered in blood. Eyeballs impailed on the forks. I shut the drawer and hold my mouth to avoid myself throwing up. A TV lies sideways on the floor.
I lift it up and place it back on the table it should be in. although the place is rotten beyond what it used to be. There is still something comforting about it, the couch that has pieces missing out of it. And the floor tiles are your average kitchen ones,
but stained and old. They have not stood the test of time.
Makes me wonder why there is a couch in the kitchen. No matter the reason, I plant myself down on the couch. I lean back to make myself comfortable. I lounge my arms around the armrests. A rest would be nice so I picked up the remote and turned on the tv.
To my surprise I met with my favourite. Show from when i was a kid. Ugo ugo Lhuga. They sing a childlike melody, something close to home. A creature appears with its circular gentle body, and its generic simplified face, all should look well but its expression looks wrong. Like something is out of place. That it doesn't belong on his face. The volume feels awfully low so I turn up the. Volume but it still remains static.
It sits there still staring into the camera in a long silence. It doesn't move. It jerks around. Before it abruptly cuts to closeups. Of the uncanny creature. Then the title pops up.
Burutabu chan. I shut off the tv in an instant. Back when I was a kid I thought nothing of it but now I realise how creepy that show is. I bring my head back and relax on the couch. I'm drifting away. I snap myself back to my feet. And onwards we go.
I exit out of the room. Back into the hallway. Something tells me I have to manually check all these rooms. What a drag. The spider still stays there not moving or attacking. I turn the corner and enter the next room. This time its an old abandoned children's playroom.
Just like the one I and. Who was it, i hold my head and it rings out in agony for a few seconds. I hit myself on the head and it goes away. The walls are colourful and vibrant, painted like the sky. With pale white clouds above,
there's a slide in the corner. With intestines blocking the end of it. There's wooden platforms to run up and down and even an arch to crawl under.
A doll lays there with its back to the wall covered in blood holding a scissors in its hand. Theres a rainbow painted on the floor but now the only colour visible is red.
I walk along it covering my shoes in crimson. I step on a dismembered lung. I instantly panic and raise my foot kicking, sending it flying into the wall and making a lung shaped mark. In the other corner of the room next to the rainbow I find a damn toy drum.
Could it be the same one? I hesitate before picking it up and inspecting it.
I remember I was taken here by that woman, I played with my toy drum in this very corner. She was crying and I didn't understand. Neither did that other boy,
I held onto her cheek and asked her. Young Prophet [why are you crying] she did not answer the question she ran her hands through my head.
The Woman [dont worry about it ********]
I nodded and went back to playing with my drum, mildly annoyed. She got up and walked away from me. She glanced back before she left and held a long silence. Before she left us, she left me. I don't know why I have these memories, are they even mine, or is Kekkan broadcasting them to me
. Confessing something to me. I remember the other boy was on the other side of the room. He was drawing with white chalk making the floor his canvas.
I don't remember what he drew but perhaps it's still there. I shoot back to the present and make my way over to the boy's old spot. I gaze upon it.
It's a white rabbit. Just like the people. It couldn't be i must not fret on it. What exactly happened here its covered in misery and trauma, but I can't reach that part of my memory,
kekkan is concealing it from me. Damn prick I thought killing him would erase him but he still lingers like a damn curse impossible to rid myself of.
I search around trying to piece together what happened but I can't even begin to imagine what transpired to shed so much blood. But then, how did I not notice until now the ceiling is covered with blood and it drips down from above.
The blood on the rainbow isn't from anything but the scarlet ceiling. Intestines and organs are wrapped around the light. Where is that boy now? I look away, resisting the urge to vomit my entire stomach out. I cannot get distracted, I must find the light.