Even now I hear them. Like rats in the walls they scurry around my brain. Poisoning my thoughts. God! how they fidget. I had thought to drown them in drink, or perhaps in a stronger brew. A concoction of pharmacological potency that would render numb my ego.
But there is no escape. At the very edge of my limits I can make them out still. In fact it’s worse. There I can begin to discern words. There is nowhere I can go that they will not find me not hound me not waken my drowsing self to the concentrated horror of seeing the world as it truly is. What we have revealed. What we have discovered. These are just crumbs of the universe. Such immensity is the home for intelligences other than us. Things of alien urge and twisted intent, only half real by our standards, by our pathetically limited science.
Who could have ever dreamt that they would not need the poor currency of physical presence. They have pursued paths of the mind unimaginable to the sapien race. Between stars they flit like ephemeral bats their conciousnesses circling ultraviolet stars, drawn to the life of our warm sphere. They are among us. They live in the world beneath the waking day. Only in the dark night of dreams do we catch the occaisional glimpse. A quick glance that brings us rapidly to waking screams covered in the sweat of instincive flight! Ai! They will not stop! They have seen themselves reflected in my eyes!
They come for me. They circle slowly, like wolves around wounded prey. I don’t know how it got so dark in here, so quiet. I can barely hear the tapping of the keys as I try to record this moment. There is an abyss opening beneath me that I cannot see or escape. Soon they will pull me down.
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