Stranger than Fiction 1 - Part 3

I should point out here that neither of us have been drinking or taking any form of drugs.

The purple flecks fade and the oppressive feel to the air fades. I suddenly realise the temperature had increased a few degrees during that little 'trip' and I'm now freezing again, even through my leather jacket.

Mike has moved to stand on the grass and is looking off towards town. There is a light in the sky. It's too bright to be a helicopter, and too low. It looks like a firework, frozen just before it explodes. And it is hovering right over the ruined church.

I tell Mike about the clouds I saw before, my stomach twisting a little, knowing that if I was at that church now there would be white light streaming down one side of it. He frowns and mutters something about a battle, or a test coming.

I try to think logically about the light, but it still seems too low and too bright at this distance to be a helicopter or plane. There is nothing below it that could cast a perfect sphere of light like that into the sky.

As we watch, it fades slowly, growing smaller in the same spot until it is a speck that vanishes. It reappears the same way a few minutes later and fades again.

I look around again, by this point extremely creeped out to see another cloud formation that looks like a pointing hand, but I cannot make out where it is pointing. Mike thinks it looks more like a gun. I'm not sure.

I think it might be time to call it a night before a portal to the Abyss opens up for no apparent reason. I think even Mike is a little creeped out. I know that I'm concerned that things I had imagined seem to be crawling into existence from some dimensional tear.

Concerned is an understatement. I know where the story is leading and while ultimate freedom sounds promising, the whole aspect of crippling the planetary ether sounds a little less promising.

It's two days later and im heading to the cinema with Zack. We just happen to be heading down an old road when I tell him I know this road from my dreams.

He laughs.

Just out of curiosity, I tell him about a couple of other things I saw along this road in my dreams. I tell him about a church, fairly old, well decorated and of a sandstone tower standing all alone, with all the doors and windows blocked up.

I feel my skin crawl when he tells me about an old church close to the road heading towards Huddersfield and it positively creeps when he mentions a tower he saw in a field a few months ago.

I've never seen these places before, but these and others in my dreams I have seen and then visited. My dreamworld is becoming frighteningly accurate, despite never having visited these places. Now I'm left wondering why I'm being shown these places in dreams and why the church was home to a dead priest and the tower a dark prison.

Welcome to Shozak's Wild Ride. Pleae keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times, 'cause I'm seriously starting to worry something might appear to gnaw them off.
Unknown "Eien " Inspired - 16 years, 10 months, 8 days ago

Stranger than Fiction 1 - part 2

Lately this vague aura of weirdness in the world seems to have been growing. Crap has been happening. My feelings have been getting stronger, or more a lack thereof - I feel empty, as if anything I should feel has been dragged out of me. Now I'm not complaining, but it does worry me a little as some of these things seem to tie back to the story I have been working on since Shozak was created.

It started off small. I started meeting other people who had experienced 'oddities' that were in line with my own.

Then I found a place that harbors an overwhelmingly negative presence. During a visit to that place a friend described to me something I had predicted - a form of wraith, little more than shadows that hide in the dark places.

Last month or two it's been getting worse. There's been flashes of people watching me, shadows I recognise and that others have seen and felt, but this last few days has been the strangest.

Clouds have taken the form of a ruined church, a church that exists in my town that is the scene of a demonic power in my book. The cloud was the only one illuminated by the sun, making it look like a light was shining on it. This, I dismissed as tricks of the mind. What has me woried now are the ghost cars.

That's right, people. GHOST. CARS.

Twice tonight there has been a car rushing towards me at about 40mph I guess, with no roads between me and them for them to turn onto. I've looked the opposite direction to check for cars, look back and they've simply been gone. Not turned off, not passed me, but vanished in the space of 2 seconds.

And now Mike has gone all quiet and is watching the trees. I know what comes next. He starts talking as Necrom, thinking he is master of all Chaos. He'll refer to me as Order and in a way we are the opposites that balance each other out, but I think that is a touch too far, really.

Sure enough he starts spouting crap but is cut short as we notice stars vanishing. Not a moving helicopter or plane, but stars. They aren't moving but simply blinking out. They sometiems flicker back on a couple of seconds later, but suddenly something feels very wrong.

Mike starts talking about the Fae and Dryads, something about the trees and something blocking the stars. I've zoned out again, trying to control the queasiness as the entire world seems to shift slightly. There are strange purple flecks dancing around in front of me, as if something is trying to take shape and my mind is screaming that I should not go near it.
Unknown "Eien " Inspired - 16 years, 10 months, 8 days ago

Stranger than Fiction 1 - part 1

I'm starting to doubt my sanity, or at least the amount of sense the world seems to make. Your thoughts tend to go that way when you find aspects of a fictionalised world congealing around you. Portents of doom, unexplained phenomena and the like will fuck with your mind if you let them.

I suppose I should start at the beginning for this to make any sense. Before I go any further I suppose a disclaimer is necessary to stop confusion. Everything that follows is real. It could be a product of group hysteria, I could be clinically insane, awaiting the whitecoats or the world could just be rushing headlong towards a great, crashing apocalypse.

Or maybe I'm lying.

I'm 23 now and this started way back in the mists of my 14th year, and by mists I don't mean figuratively. In the Yorkshire hills it is god-damn foggy.

I was kicking about at a friend's house - we shall call him Jay, for the purpose of future reading - and we were sitting by this patch of scrubland that happened to house a small lake. This particular day was nothing special - it was a little wet, a little windy and a little misty and we had turned, as children are wont to do, to the realm of fantasy for entertainment.

As geeky as it may be, I suppose the best this can be described as is LARPing (Live Action RolePlay). There's simply no way to sugarcoat that amount of geekdom.

We created the characters of Shozak and Edge and initially the plot we devised around them centered around the destruction of Atlantis and was a tale of demons, demon-fucking emperors, chaos magick, dragons and generally a whole shabang of nonsense.

---------------Cut to five years later-----------

While our LARPing carried on unabated for a good year or two, even drawing in a few other people, notably Mike, it had not been the only incarnation of these characters. I had developed their storyline based on our staged scenes and expanded it into a story large and awkward enough to be a novel.

Being a lazy son of a bitch, I wrote a script isntead.

(Yes, we're done with the unnecessarily rambling backstory.)

---------------Cut to present day------------------

Mike is talking again.
He's always fucking talking.
I wish he'd shut up.

It's about 9pm and we're sat in a dark park somewhere on the outskirts of town. We came out just to wander about, talk crap, kill time. That was fair enough but to Mike, kill time falls into two categories - bitch about shit or slip back into his fictional persona 'Necrom'. While myself, Jay and Zack left behind (for the most part) our characters, Mike clung dearly to Necrom as a way of venting his quite blatant insanity.

I look across at him, sat in the swing next to me and contemplate punching him in the throat. I really want to, but it's too damn cold.

Eventually he stops talking about the fact of blah blah, gonna kick his brother's ass, blah blah Ronni something. Seriously, I just tune out half of it.

I'm too busy thinking about the strangeness.

Now I'm not saying I'm a psychic or have any special skills but I find myself aware of the ethereal world. I'm a constant sufferer of deja vu, though I never see more than fragments of my life, a firm believer in Destiny as a result and host to an entire theory of existence. Often I get 'feelings' - nothing concrete, just a vague sensation of positivity, neatrality or negativity that usually lets me determine how an event will go. It could be an after effect of the deja vu.
Unknown "Eien " Inspired - 16 years, 10 months, 8 days ago

Fallen

The silver spirit, swirling forever
On Icarus wings, leading me higher.
My soul, drifting lighter than a feather
Stops, cast down, falling without time to tire.
A blistered youth with bloody, tattered wings -
Scarred by the brightness of better things.

Unknown "Eien " Inspired - 17 years, 5 days ago

Well, as I say on my profile, I'm rather odd, and I'm also a writer. Rather than use this space for a blog, because, I'll admit it, my life is dull as crap, I'll consider sharing my stories and experiences instead

If I get a fair few thumbs of interest, I'll start by posting a series of real life strange experiences I call 'Stranger than Fiction'.
Unknown "Eien " Inspired - 17 years, 8 days ago