To be a conscience fly on the wall
By Krystle B.
Merriam-Webster defines astral projection as a (noun), the ability of a person’s spirit to travel to distant places….
It’s bedtime but I’m awake watching Charmed. Within the hour I drifted off into dreamland. The fly on the wall saying does not compare to this. I’m here in the room watching you sleep. How peaceful you are cozy in your bed without a care in the world. How is it that you are able to sleep so peacefully like you do?
As I continue to watch you sleep a visitor comes to the window dressed in black yielding a black bag. He moves quietly looking at you with admiration. I see the glimmer of light in his eyes as if he had found his ultimate prize. I watched as the satisfaction grew in his eyes as he moved closer to you. He took slow breaths, how calm and excited he was just standing over your resting body.
I leaned in closer to see if his face would show in the moon light. I wanted to remember what he looked, how he stood and how he looked at you. I was intrigued on what his plan was. I leaned a little closer and knocked off your hairbrush from your dresser. He swirled around with the quickness and quietness of a feline, that’s when is seen the knife. It was massive in size made to inflict great pain. Quick death from a thousand cuts.
I’m amazed at what comes to mind. I realize that he is looking in my direction with a questioning oh how the brush fell. He was trying to figure out the how since it appears that he and you are the only ones in the room. Of course, you did not hear the brush fall, how convenient for you to have carpet in your room.
My hatred for you seems to cloud my better judgement. It took me a few seconds to realize that I could move solid objects in my form. I can save you if I choose to, your life hangs in the balance, how many breaths will you be able to take. So much power with in my reach just contemplating my options. Although I’m not really here in full capacity, the thought has crossed my mind, will it be satisfying to see your blood pour from your body. Would I enjoy hearing your last scream on this earth? So many thoughts race through my mind. Should I save you my enemy or, should I let destiny unfold.
He looks back at you after convincing himself that there is nothing or no one else in the room except for the two of you, the dynamic duo. A sense of satisfaction comes over me as I see him get closer to you. It’s as if a grand feast has been prepared for me, my enemy on a platter ready for the slaughter. Yes, take your time with her not one stab and done, take your time.
You take another breath and he places the cold steel on your chest. With the quickness you jumped awake ready to scream for help only to have your screams silenced by a gloved hand. I heard him say, scream and I’ll cut out your vocal cord. It gave me a feeling I can’t explain when I heard those words flow from his mouth. The visual of the fear in your eyes I savored it like a delicious meal I’ve been craving for. Is revenge really this sweet?
I watched him pickup you up out of your warm bed and place you in a chair bounded with tape. Let the fun begin he stated. I must admit I was a little jealous. Here he was having the fun, the opportunity to do this to you. I wonder what he will do to you.
Your struggle to break free is like the first sip of coffee in the morning, satisfying. Go ahead he said, try to escape it will make this more entertaining. Try to make noise no one will hear you. Your neighbors are gone and there is no one for miles, so please try to escape, make it worth my wild. He paced back and forth slowly looking at you as if he was enjoying you from every angle. I kept thinking what is he going to do to you?
He stopped right in front of you, looked you in the eye and stated, I’ve been waiting for this for a long time now. It was hard to wait until the right time my love, I didn’t want us to be interrupted. His voice was calming and creepy at the same time. He continued; do you remember when we first met? You had on that green sundress sipping your cinnamon latte reading your book, how was it, your book? Good I hope you didn’t put it down for at least an hour. You looked at him surprised and terrified I seen the panic in your eyes as you frantically tried to remember that day. Was this guy a stalker? What is happening right now? My revenge is turning into a nightmare. He continued; sniffs you, I knew you would smell of roses just by looking at you. I wondered how you may look on the inside too, I bet beautiful. So….he waves the knife, I brought something to help me explore that part of you.
I moved in closer for a better view. I watched him as he held the weapon to your chest, excitedly he made one quick slash across your chest. It was small but effective. I marveled at the sight of your blood pouring from your skin. Beautiful, he said. He moved to your left shoulder and made a point he dug a little deeper this time and brought it down your arm with such grace. I watched in awe, you screamed through your bounded mouth. It was at that moment I felt your pain. I felt it in your tears as they rolled down your already soaked cheeks. He took in a sharp breath as if your muffled screams aroused him. I looked away as he moved down to your thigh. He impelled you, screams of completed anguish came from you and second later your head dropped.
As he looked at you realizing that you were unconscious the mirror shattered. He turned quickly looking back and forth in panic. Who’s there! He said trying to sound intimidating. Another mirror shattered across the room. He looked back at you as your head continued hang he moved closer to the bathroom. Bang! The door hit the wall. Swiss. Swish, he swung wildly at the shower curtain hoping to end the intruder but only tearing the shower curtain to shreds. He screams again who’s here!
He falls, the knife in his hands disappears underneath the bed. I see you breathing but still unconscious. Who’s here! He screamed again this time more terrified of the unknown that was attacking him. I am, I said with the intimidating he wanted to have. His eyes grew big like a deer caught in headlights. As he tried to get up and run there was a loud bang and hard thud. He hit the floor hard as he lay there motionless your arms become freed. You woke up seconds later to see him lying motionless on the floor, your hands free from bondage. Call 911! You heard me say, looking around in a frantic manner trying to figure out where that came from. Call 911 now! You grabbed your phone from the bed and dialed away. Your safe now. I could hear the sirens blaring in the distance. They’ll be here soon is whispered in your ear. Who are you? What are you? You asked truly wanting to know and I replied, I am the wind. Boom! The police burst into the home.
I awoke in my own bed in a cold sweat. Glancing around the room in the dark trying to focus, I turned on my light and realized I was among my things in my room still with Charmed playing on the television. What was that dream about? I have to let this anger go or it’s going to kill me. That dream felt too real. Fast forward to the next morning while enjoying my first sip of coffee I turn on the television to see your story displayed on the news. Just as I had seen in my dream the details of the room what you said when they interviewed you, it was all exactly what I dreamt of. What? It can’t be.