I am awoken to the deafening sound of silence, I find myself sitting down and my vision is severely impaired, it’s as if my eye lids have been treated with some kind of Transglutaminases or more commonly known as meat glue.
– Transglutaminases –
I take a moment to gather my thoughts then with a no holds bared approach i crack my fleshy blinkers away from the clutches of hardened eye slime! the first thing that enters my mind when i see where i am is, how did i end up in this strange place? when the intrigue fades away the crazy realisation kicks in and my brain begins to spiral out of control.
what is the god damn the meaning of this? have i been put here for a reason? can this room even be real? or is it some kind of twisted figment of my imagination?
Still sitting down i scan my surroundings with a sceptical eye looking for a way out but all i can see is wall to wall of shelfs filled with old books reaching all the way to the ceiling which must be around the 40ft high mark and shines with a bright white colouration. this is in total contrast to the floor which is possibly the blackest of blacks i have even set eyes upon. with only a single white chair placed in the middle of the room.
I stand up and attempt to walk over to the nearest section of shelfs but it’s as if im supported by a set of weakened sea legs so i decide to stay rooted to the spot untill i feel confident enough to set sail to my destination. After a terrible case of the pins & needles I’m away, i start scanning the books but none of them have any names just dirty old hard back covers covered in a thick dust. The first book i pick up was written in latin and had unholy sketches on demons faces through out so i placed it back and walked on hoping i was going to find a way out of this terrible library confinement.
– Beelzebūb: One Of The Seven Princes of Hell –
While searching for the ever elusive exit I’m stopped in my tracks by one book that stands out from the rest as it’s twice the size of any other around it, i try to take it out as I’m intrigued at what will be sprawled on the pages but it’s packed in tighter than grandma deaths suitcase So i decide to leave it and keep to the task in hand, after doing the rounds of the perimeter and coming to the realisation that there is no means of escape. I make my way back to the center of the room. did i mention that the seat is slap bang in the middle of the room?
sitting there once again my mind begins to wonder….. I’m thinking to myself that maybe one of these books holds the key to breaking on through to the other side like one of those fake book shelfs you see in films where a certain book unlocks a hidden room but in my case it would release me from this literature lockdown by revealing the hidden door that could set me on my way!
Then out of no where im hit by one of the foulest smells my nostrils have ever had to deal with, “what is that putrid muck that’s entering my system?” if i had to describe it i would put it in the category of rotten flesh with hint of fresh strawberry! that almost leaves a taste in your mouth! this gets me back to my feet and starts the hunt . I’m thinking to myself i need to track down this fragrance and see what dirty creature is producing it, maybe they can give me the answers i require.
The stench seems to be everywhere yet at the same time nowhere at all, taking in lungfuls of this toxic junk im getting no closer to pin-pointing the source so i decide to keep my mind active and head back to the over-sized book to try to attempt to eject it from its perch. When i get to shelf in question some how it’s now the only book there. how can this be? I’m the only person in here, where have the other books gone? all the other shelfs are still full, why leave me this book?
I take it down and carry it back over to the seat in the center of the room where i blow the dust from its heavy structure and proceed to turn the first page, as there was no name on the cover i was unsure what i was getting myself into. I’m struck by big black bold lettering that reads Alice In Wonderland, But the words don’t stop there this is like no Alice in wonderland book i have ever seen, this version is told from the twisted accounts of The psychiatrist of The Mad Hatter…….
– A Mad Tea Party By Ralph Steadman –
As i can not see me getting out of this place any time soon i decide to absorb the views of this clearly deranged psychiatrist and see how his turn of events unfold, i take one last glance around to see if any thing has changed then i begin. Fast forward 5 pages and I’m bloody hooked on this riveting read…. like one of the most brutal addictions known to man my eye are in the zone and my brain in soaking up every last word. The deeper i get the less i blink, im in a total trance a crazy stare down with no way out, every paragraph fits together like a finely cut jigsaw and the words that my eyes are seeing my brain is totally agreeing with.
She is coming to an end, but like any good intake you don’t want it to stop, I turn the last page as if it was the first, how long have i been sitting here? it’s as if time has stood still. The words that have just passed before me could have taken me 10 hours or 10 days to read, i guess that is something i will never know! I decide to read the last ink at a slower pace to savour the moment, For the last twenty minutes or so i have kept hearing a faint shuffle behind me but when i turn to confront the noise there is noting in sight, maybe it’s the sound of my brain overloading or maybe just maybe it’s the sound of uncomfortable books in the shelf, I decide to ignore it and keep on reading.
– Standard Brain Overload –
Not far to go now, im entering the last paragraph, and what i find quite strange is it’s written with backwards letters, i struggle through and when my brain has reconfigured the last letter i know i now have this book imprinted into my thoughts, scrawled at the bottom of the page in red ink it states “The End”.
Before i have time to think back over the book i have just digested, im confronted by the loudest BANG my system has ever had to deal with, after sitting in silence for so long my ears are ringing to the sound of some one or some or thing hitting the ground behind me, was this the shuffling creature? I jump up and run to the scene of the crime, on route im tripped up by a rogue object sticking out the floor. I look it straight in the eyes it’s a big brass door knocker in the shape of a lion’s head situated on top of a 5ft by 5ft cellar door, could this have been here all along and what a strange place for it to be situated. Is this the way out or is it just a jolt back in time to grandma’s fruit cellar? It’s a good job there is no mirrors in the place i have a strange feeling that i might have the same facial structure as Bruce Campbell.
A slight bout of fear starts to creep up my spine, surely this can not be, have i been here for that long that i have been struck with a case of Agoraphobia, ive been wanting to escape the clutches of this place for so long that now i dare not leave. In front of me is possibly the only way out and now i seem to be having second thoughts, I decide to make my way back to the chair for one last glance at the place that has held me captive.
sitting down i come to the conclusion that I’m still none the wiser at why i have been put here and I’m wondering if any of the books in the higher shelf have even seen the eyes of a human being, If i was to fight the urge to leave and keep searching would i locate the Necronomicon? would i find a back log of unpublished works by dead authors? without a decent set of ladders it would be touching on the brink of impossible to reach even the 4th shelf never mind the ones near the top and what if i was to find my name etched into the guts of the Necronomicon? does this mean I’m dead and this is actually the after life? or maybe the reason i am trapped here is some freakish flesh covered cyborg is out their mimicking my movements, leaving the people i know none the wiser of my disappearance. and the reason he knows so much about me is i am trapped in his memory volt.
– Necronomicon: The Book Of The Dead –
This is just far too much to take in, with the thoughts that are nestled on my brain i am finding it quite hard to maintain any type of sanity and i decide it is the final straw, I stand up and make my way over to the lion’s head, once there i kneel down and sound out three heavy knocks on its brass handle incase there is some kind of gate-keeper awaiting me on the other side. After 3 1/2 minutes or so with no reply i grasp the handle and with one foul swoop i flip it over.
A bright white light shines up from the 5ft by 5ft hole in the floor nearly knocking me over i take a step back utter the words “Sweet Jesus what have i awoken” and without thinking of the consequences i dive straight in, I’m falling, or am i? i have the feeling of falling but it’s far too bright to know whats going on, my eyes are not picking up any shapes or objects just mind a boggling brightness, this goes on for what feels like eternity, just i was starting to feel quite relaxed while experiencing what can only be describes as total weightlessness, i come to a vicious stop.
Once again i find myself in a bundle on the floor, i pick myself up open my eyes and take a look around. This can not be happening is the first thought to jumps into my head……… Where am i your asking your self, well i am standing on a bright white floor surrounded by wall to wall of book shelfs filled with old dusty books. They say don’t judge a book by its cover, well where i am that’s quite easy as none of the covers have names. Any way who are THEY? are they the bastards who put me here? what the hell is going on? i stop thinking for a second and glance up at the ceiling, it’s of dark black colouration and the only thing i can make out is a single white upside down chair situated right in the middle.
– Remember noting is what is seems –
Give someone a piece of paper and ask them to write you a story, then sit back and watch as they as they write in diagonal line like some kind of pre programmed robot.
Give something a piece of paper and ask it to write you a story, then sit back and watch in astonishment as it starts from the middle and works its way around in an outwards spiral entrancing the reader and leaving them in a dizzy mess.