Something old

Note: This story was written five years ago, some time in December of 2003, if memory serves. I haven't modified it since then, though I believe it would need some of that. Still, here it is, in original form. One of my experiments in stream-of-conscience type of writing.

P.S: Thanks to CC for spotting the typoes, haven't exactly edited the text, and NotePad has no spell-checking.

6.12.2003

Twilight. Cold winter twilight. It's probably the creepiest time of the day, really. Not the darkness of the night, the darkness that conceals all, no, but this brief time between day and night when the shadows seem to have a life of their own, a mind of their own, when they hide daggers in their depth to stab and pierce you with the deepest of despairs. So what would a person be doing here, far from the city, deep in the forest, in the shadows? What makes one go to the middle of nowhere and draw odd pictures on the rock, muttering some utter bullshit from a sheet of paper all the while? Well, I don't know about other people, but I am here for a simple purpose of following the instructions I found on the net. Supposed to call forth a demon. Spooky, huh? Well, it isn't supposed to harm anyone, what with all these handmade wards and spells... and mutterings. But still, I guess most people go and take out a loan or go to a shrink or find some sort of comfort with a female representation of our species, not summon demons. Normally. Thing is, I don't care for money, shrink won't cure my shattered mind, and females... Well, how should I put this? I am not interested in most of them. Can you blame me? Once you see the sun from a cave, you'll not settle for the good old fire anymore, I think. That's my case, anyhow. There, looks done. And looks like it's getting dark. And cold. Should just finish this and go home and drink something warm. And a shower. Maybe. Meh, nah, I'm not sweaty or anything. Not like I didn't wash day before yesterday or anything. Just some warm drink. But back to what we came here for, anyway... There, more incomprehensible demonic tongue... I wonder if I'm supposed to be respectful or fearful or anything? Ah well, whatever. There, now just to finish the blabbering and "utter the wish(es)". Now, what do I wish for? I doubt that global peace and justice are in demonic domain... Maybe I should just ask for success in life, and to make the one I'm metaphoring with the sun to turn her attention to me... There, done. The paper doesn't seem to have any further instructions. Hm, I wonder what I expected, anyway... Some impressive show with illumination? And why do I even believe this crap? Ah, whatever. Now, to get back to the car... Or else I'll freeze my everything off. Damn it gets cold fast now.

Bloody twilight, playing tricks on me. The shadows, seemingly alive again. The forest, cold, ready for the winter, sleeping... And yet, laughing at me all the same?... I should maybe increase my pace or something... It's cold... And kinda scary, even though I'd never confess I thought that way. Well, no-one here will see me run, anyway. No sane person is out here, only me. Kinda windy, too. They promised a calm evening and everything... Ah well. There's the car. And the heater...

7.12.2003, headlines of a morning paper

"Young man found frozen to death in his car"

"A young man, age 20, found in his car on the highway 4, frozen to death. The fact that the night was warm and the condition the body was found in raises certain questions, and the police has opened an investigation. However, it is at the moment unknown what could freeze the victim solid. Further confusion is caused by the markings found on his arms and neck that seem like carved symbols of some sort. Police is conciderng opening a case on vandalism. Any further developments will be published in our next issues"