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Losing it and then finding it.

My hand placed on the door, I leaned in to listen.
The scraping was grating my nerves.
What had its claws on the proverbial chalk board,
I could almost taste my fear,
salty and spicy with adrenaline.
The first bump against the door was the last time I held my hand to it,
it sent a vibration up my arm, into my neck, and finally reached my ear,
if you can hear anger within silence I heard it right then.
Heart pounding, I reeled back far enough to give me space to think of a practical weapon.
The living room didn't offer much in the way of options,
three soft pillows, a remote, and my nightly glass of Merlot.
If I made it through this craziness it might be a good night to devour the entire bottle.
Realizing the dismal reality of my weaponless situation,
my fear was joined by panic.
Sweat beads raced down my forehead, 
burning my eyes.
I closed them only to be transported.
The air around me was green,
thick,
and tasted like embers from a long forgotten fire.
It left a satiny film on my palate as I watched more colors swim in,
creating a vortex.
Vibrant golds pierced through the opaqueness of the darker hues,
then the form appeared.
It approached me,
hands out.
It's toothless mouth opened,
a fine mist emanating from it.
Once the mist enveloped my head, I heard whispers in ancient tongue,
The calm in the voice insinuated that "Toothless" thought I could some how decipher his message.
There was a distinct cadence,
like an anxious, irregular heartbeat.
It kept repeating itself,
wakin o du dak nzid oo.
wakin o du dak nzid oo.
wakin o du dak nzid oo.
Awaken.
to.
the
dark.
inside.
you.
My head was heavy and my chest was heaving,
but there was a strange piece,
like I had satiated a primal desire.
That was when I noticed three things.
The pounding had stopped,
I was drenched in blood,
in front of me at my feet,
a still and foreign body.
Its neck bared the red smile of my vile need,
what looked like some kind of appendage was sitting on a couch cushion,
mocking me.
It was mocking me,
even in it amputated state.
There was so much blood,
sweet on my lips blood.
Drinking life force of the unwilling sacrifice,
I felt a surge of knowledge course through me,
opening me.
I could feel my mental and physical weakness abandoning me,
the weakness was afraid,
afraid of the invading strength it felt coming to eradicate it.
I drank more,
drank deeply.
Again,
a pound on the door.
Incessant rapping,
insisting for entry,
it spoke.
Its pitch was unnerving,
squeaky,
shrill,
sheepish in its statement.
My ears cleared long enough to listen,
making the words out,
I, again, yearned to taste the velvety, hot wetness slide down my throat,
filling my passion to pull power from another life force,
to become stronger to be able to seek and feed even more.
I collected myself,
wiped the liquid life from my, in bliss, lips,
and opened the door apprehensively.
It stood there,
a small ghoul gazing into me and through me,
I knew this one would be sweeter than the last.
Before I let it in it spoke one last time. 
"Trick or treat?"

Author's Note

Be honest, but constructive please.

Reviews

[BBP]

Intriguing. Had me till the end. I like the bullet style of writing ... It's how I like to write too. Sharp, fast and to the point

[Einstein Noodle]

you got me going there ... trick or treat indeed ;) but on a deeper human note ..the darkness inside can be a terrifying thing ..but for adventurers of the world inside ..one must bring all things to light .. Halloween is coming up fast upon us but we live remote and i will not be challenged to sink my teeth into anything but Milky Way bars which we purchased for ourselves .. ;)
E.

[Chris]

Halloween is such a "sweet" hollow-day to be appreciated as only a once yearly sacrificial moment is most normally allowed ...don't you think?

[Jason Lawton]

I would at least pay tribute for a week or three.

[Chris]

Life CAN work that way...