Random Boo

A thunderous roar rumbled as a thread-like flash of light cracked and shredded the dark canvas of the sky. Rain plummeted from the heavens like razor-sharp rocks. And yet, within this shower of pitchforks I felt at ease, almost meditated, like a shell of solitude shielded me. Don’t get me wrong, given the choice of walking along the gutter of a spineless country road, or being at home snugly perched in front of the fireplace; the latter would be the preference. Alas, the current outcome of the time was not optional, but pleasantly, home was the destination. I remember all I could think about was her, my love dear Violet. Absent from my presence physically she clouded my psyche. She distorted my sense of time and devoured my concept of consciousness. She was the piercing light of the moon in the heart of the sky. She was my raison d’être. She was the very substance of my being; she was the bedrock upon which the whole of my meaning rested.
Now I’m a wanderer, drifter, and empty like a husk. An inconsolable husk that missed her; her smile that creased up her face and illuminated her half-mast raven-black eyes, the way she combed down her fringe with her fingers, the way she touched my arm when she laughed. I could understand her wanting more than me, but I could think of nothing more than her. I remember when I first met Violet in school on my first day. She was new but unlike all the other single girls there at the time; the other men didn’t harass and compete for her attention. She was not your page three pin-up girl material I guess, so everyone just left her alone. But inconspicuously, Violet was as beautifully faultless as a blade of grass. The whole world was blind to her imperceptible nature; her majestically discrete perfection. She was my little secret.
However now this nostalgic reminiscence is slaughtering me within, it’s like that inner quiver you feel just before you cry, your heart drowns within its own blood in defeat as you wander, you ponder, like a philosopher in a godless world asking, what now?
Shortly afterwards, I was outside my dwelling; I stood momentarily at the threshold. This is not my home I concluded after thought; this lifeless house was no home for me anymore. I slid in and turned the key, opening then the door to reveal nothing but darkness, only with the flash of lightning from outside did the true distance of the hall unveil itself. A series of dead dried up plants housed in oversized pots cut lengthy distorted shadows across the unadorned walls. There was a stale dampness in the whispering air that shivered my spine and moistened my palms. To the far right-hand side of the hallway however came something curious, for with every flash of lightning, this far wall remained seductively in darkness. I moved slowly towards the wall on my right, and floated my fingers over the light switch; debating whether I truly desired to know what waited in the corner. The ominous atmosphere turned electric, the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck erected in fright. The eerie isolated confusion excited me. The foreboding silence screamed in my ears. I inhaled deeply and flicked the switch, on flared the light bulb with a ping. Nothing there; not a thing!
Soaked from the rain I entered the drawing room and set about preparing a fire. Soon the fire was roaring in a towering inferno of dancing demons. Labyrinths of majestic vivid rays of erotic ember dance passionately before me in a symphony, and yet, in front of this harmonious quintessence of raging heat, I felt cold. It’s been twelve days now since I last saw her, now I question if I’ll ever see her again. I’d give my soul just to see her one more time. Intriguing my attention was then caught by a flickering glow of the fire, reflected by a bottle held in the wine rack to my left. However after recognizing the accompanying reflection of my own face, it immediately dawned on me another reflection was present, another face other than my own. I stared with my eyes open like saucers, afraid to move, almost haunted. She had a lengthy pale face with dark eyes; a face of a young girl with a look of the dead like a zombie. She was leering at me through the ghostly reflection; she knew I was looking at her. She was surly mocking me; playing with me, she had come to attack me I thought, like a supernatural fiend from the dead, I can’t win, and I can’t run. I turned sharply to confront this intruder. But nothing was there, no zombie, no beast, no girl, not a thing.
Abruptly the far corner of the room then trapped my attention, an unnatural obscurity; an abnormal darkness. Like someone, or something is standing there. Suddenly I was stricken by a nauseating throbbing in my throat. My body felt numb as a humming in my head surged. I approached the darkness watchfully. I struggled to breathe as my heart beat like an African drum. But as I approached the said darkness it became apparent that nothing was there. I anxiously leave the room in flight, but fleeing to where, I had no plan. I soon found myself in the kitchen, unable to move as I glared through the half open doorway. I was frozen in fright, as a horrific incomprehension tortured my every sense of reality. For obscured by the door, came a glowing light that illuminated the grand wooded dining table before me. There I could see the table set, but with every knife, fork, and spoon raised to standing. Impossible I thought, for the cutlery was not balanceable. The handles curved and out portioned with weight, and yet there they where before my very eyes, perfectly unnaturally balanced and standing tranquil. Suddenly I could hear the roaring sound of crashing water coming from upstairs. I slowly and silently walked to the hallway and stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up. I could hear the bath being run and a young maiden humming an unrecognisable tune. I wanted to investigate but I could not bring myself to climb the stairs. “Who’s there?” I shouted commandingly. Silence, nothing but silence was the response. Both the water and humming stopped in an instant. I quickly re-entered the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife available from the draw, but as I curiously glanced at the reflections in the blade, I saw the pale faced girl approaching me from behind. Then suddenly the kitchen became subjected to complete darkness, and lost within was I. All I could hear was my own heavy breathing as I dared to feel for an exit, whilst waving around my knife in defence. The excruciating fear of an unknown; the sheer trepidation, was slaughtering my very sanity.
To my relief I found the backdoor and I fled to escape, I ran into the garden facing the small wooden shed. All I could hear was the screeching of crows skirmishing the howling screams of the wind. I could hear the banging tapping of the garden gate repeatedly colliding back and fourth. The rain fell almost horizontal as it obscured my view, and then to my horror, there she was! That hideous long pale leering face reflected once again, only this time the reflection was in the glass window of the shed. She was just behind me, just stood there, leering. I swung around as fast as I could, and then without hesitation, I thrust my knife into her again and again. With no time for her to retaliate, I repeated to stab her over and over. Soon I was covered in blood as her corpse finally fell crashing to the floor. “I did it” I sighed in relief. I stepped forward to see the face of my intruder for the last time. “Oh no” I muttered. The knife fell from my grip as I fell to my knees. I couldn’t breathe but not from fear, I just couldn’t breathe, I no longer possessed a desire to do so. My eyes watered as tears began to bleed from my eyes. I felt nauseatingly dead, as my limbs felt like stone. An inner quiver violently shredded me within. What have I done? I thought. I had killed her; I had killed Violet.