To See Monstrous Images
by Count Von Bloodletter
I felt a sudden chill all about me. Cautiously I walked, step
by step, along the wall. I had never looked about this dark and quiet room
before. Eventually I found myself taking a sharp turn around a corner, and
then what I saw shocked me with horror.
My eyes were met by two brilliant, yellow eyes. They gazed at me curiously,
as I also gazed back. The eyes looked as though they were eternally angry,
although they watered as though they were eternally sad, and tired of being
angry. Its face was humanoid, but not quite human. It's skin looked like decayed
flesh, with a bit of a greenish, moldy tint to it. It's ears were small and
pointy, as though they belonged to a fictional elf, both bearing earrings
that dangled like the talons of a fierce, starving predator. The odd creature
also had thick locks of brilliant black hair mixed in with gray streaks of
stressed, dying hair, but only here and there, for over all it was bald. I
spoke to it, and said hello, and at the very moment I spoke those words, I
heard a snarl in return, as though it already knew I was going to speak. It
had no lips, but it's teeth buckled as though they wish they were blanketed
by some. The creature looked so sad, as though it wanted love, but it could
not love due to its constant anger, and hideous underbelly. Its body was well-built,
although still disgusting, with biles and warts spread throughout. It's belly
button looked as though it was the product of some sickening rodent's excrement.
I pitied it, I almost wanted to gather it some clothes, for it seemed embarrassed
by the shriveled form, of its own reproductive organs and nude, bare form.
All over it was misshapen, and foul to look at. The stench of it was as though
it was composed of rotting, year-old salmon. My mouth filled with a disgusting,
flem-like taste. As it watched me, never leaving its eyes from me. I slowly
stepped off to the right, but as my foot hit the ground, the humanoid being
also met my step, watching me as I stepped with those sad, angry eyes. I wish
there was only something I could do for it.
I took a step forward, but my nose crunched against my flesh as it hit glass.
The monster too stepped forward, as though worried of my situation. I looked
upon the wall where I found the glass connected. I found an old, torn, wooden
border. I followed it up, right, down… eventually it outlined the creature,
and I stared at it with a new perspective now, I stared at it in awe. I smashed
my fist, against the glass, to attempt to free the creature, but as the pieces
of glass fell to the ground, behind it was only more worn wooden panels. Where
had the room containing the monster gone? I looked down upon the ground, into
each little piece of glass, and a realization struck me. It was not a window.
I felt my heart stop, as I realized the worst. I knew what I was, and I pity
myself for it. I fell to the ground, upon the broken mirror, in pity and depression
of my own being. I cried but I was still filled with a hideous anger that
I could not release from within me. I screamed, and my heart stopped beating.
I will forever lay upon this wooden floor, for I hate too much the reflection
of who I have become. I am a hideous monster, with a tedious heart. I am a
plague onto this world, which I was afraid to realize, until I saw it myself.
I have been judged, as I have judged myself.