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Universe · 01-17-2021, 08:16 PM

The Follower: Origin of a Monster

"I hear them,
The sound of your feet
As they pace
The creeks on the wooden floors
that speak of you"

- J. AnnRey, 'Lost at 3am'

......

Rancho Cordova, California - 1954

My thoughts were unraveling... As a scared child who is intertwined with death
I've always expected a nightmare in the flesh would get me while I slept
Hanging on by a thread... Fast forward gives us what we asked for
Half passed four I heard the monster creep in through the back door
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, its image left me in anguish, torn
Between a rock and a hard place - Intimidating in every shape and form
In a state of horror, those tattooed muscles nearly soaked my underwear
Was unfocused yet aware of footsteps slowly coming up the stairs
"You'll be silent forever and I'll be gone in the dark" he whispered all strange
Then vanished without a trace, a ski mask left behind in the hallway
Wasn't something I could explain; Three holes, fabric black as a hate crime
I stared at it, petrified yet infatuated at the same time
It painted a scar on me... Unable to bare it I sewed the mouth shut
Stowed it in a box for years and never once opened it up
Started to exercise, getting buff - Found my soulmate I suppose
Kathleen had a 9 year old son, Joseph, and I loved him like my own
She was my home, my humble abode... We were nothing crazy unusual
Unlike weight lifting routines we didn't work out; I'd love to say it was mutual
But I didn't save funds that were suitable... Guess she found a dick she preferred
Yet if you listened to my words you'd know she kicked me to the curb
Left on unfamiliar terms... I was invested but guess who lost the deposit?
That thought process made me grab the ski mask from a shoe box in the closet
Wiped dust off it and found the gun; I hadn't begun to prove it works
Closed my eyes and a few dispersed when visualizing what I'd do to her
Plans weren't a huge concern, there's no doubt that I had to get it right
I just wanted to scare the living daylights out of her in the dead of night
So I headed by her home while out of vision, being quiet as I browsed
Watching her go about her business from the ravine in behind her house
Waited for lights to turn out and curtains to be drawn over glass exits
Pulled on the ski mask right before I jimmied the lock to the back entrance
Careful not to track steps in, floor passed inspection - I've come prepared
Head weaving tales of this tight-knit family as I creeped right up the stairs
Felt like a creep staring at Joseph... Taking masks off are a cheap unveiling
Something beneath the sheets was flailing as I watched him between the railing
I must've seemed like I was in jail... My brightest moment was his darkest hour
I peeked into Kathleen's bedroom - She was asleep with her boyfriend's arm around her
Found it odd that I thought of my mother... Call it childhood withdrawal
Then I heard the sound of Joseph's voice filter in from across the hall
He muttered something through clenched teeth, like a mantra never released
I went down the corridor to the bedroom, curiosity got the better of me
"You'll be silent forever and I'll be gone in the dark" he repeatedly prayed
He needed the phrase; the worst part was he said it to keep me away
What happens when you become what you're afraid of? Don't we grow from what we witness?
Don't we all do this? Isn't that the ultimate coping mechanism?
Fear breeds like bacterial binary fission, yet the target's not certain
It isn't nature or nurture - What frightens us determines who we are as a person
I'm a father for better or worse... There's no option to ignore age
Altering my face, I took off the ski mask and dropped it in the doorway
An inherited rage; A chain without links brings you straight to the brink
I left without incident; These things don't always end the way that you think
Not everything turns to murder... Torture is bloody and rape's gory
But this was never going to be that - This was a coming of age story
They say we all reap what we sew, so I’m a frayed intricate loop knot
Joseph will pick up the ski mask shortly and place it in a shoe box
He'll become what he fears, a timid psycho; Broken is how he'll spend his life
In infinite fights until fatherhood, a vicious cycle with no end in sight
If you've never met your role model, how can you say you're your dad's height?
Cloaked in responsibility, the dark corners of the mind illuminate with flashlights
Days are a mask; Nights are filled with fear you vacate in a past life
I hope he doesn't stray from the track... But two footsteps do not make a path...

Right?

https://www.lamag.com/longform/in-th...s-of-a-killer/

01-17-2021, 08:16 PM	#4
Universe Everything's Connected Join Date: Nov 2017 Location: Niagara Falls, Canada Posts: 1,001 Battle Record: 19-8 Champed - Guerrilla Writing League(2x) - GWL Picture challenge(2x) - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 10178706	The Follower: Origin of a Monster "I hear them, The sound of your feet As they pace The creeks on the wooden floors that speak of you" - J. AnnRey, 'Lost at 3am' ...... Rancho Cordova, California - 1954 My thoughts were unraveling... As a scared child who is intertwined with death I've always expected a nightmare in the flesh would get me while I slept Hanging on by a thread... Fast forward gives us what we asked for Half passed four I heard the monster creep in through the back door Lightning flashed and thunder roared, its image left me in anguish, torn Between a rock and a hard place - Intimidating in every shape and form In a state of horror, those tattooed muscles nearly soaked my underwear Was unfocused yet aware of footsteps slowly coming up the stairs "You'll be silent forever and I'll be gone in the dark" he whispered all strange Then vanished without a trace, a ski mask left behind in the hallway Wasn't something I could explain; Three holes, fabric black as a hate crime I stared at it, petrified yet infatuated at the same time It painted a scar on me... Unable to bare it I sewed the mouth shut Stowed it in a box for years and never once opened it up Started to exercise, getting buff - Found my soulmate I suppose Kathleen had a 9 year old son, Joseph, and I loved him like my own She was my home, my humble abode... We were nothing crazy unusual Unlike weight lifting routines we didn't work out; I'd love to say it was mutual But I didn't save funds that were suitable... Guess she found a dick she preferred Yet if you listened to my words you'd know she kicked me to the curb Left on unfamiliar terms... I was invested but guess who lost the deposit? That thought process made me grab the ski mask from a shoe box in the closet Wiped dust off it and found the gun; I hadn't begun to prove it works Closed my eyes and a few dispersed when visualizing what I'd do to her Plans weren't a huge concern, there's no doubt that I had to get it right I just wanted to scare the living daylights out of her in the dead of night So I headed by her home while out of vision, being quiet as I browsed Watching her go about her business from the ravine in behind her house Waited for lights to turn out and curtains to be drawn over glass exits Pulled on the ski mask right before I jimmied the lock to the back entrance Careful not to track steps in, floor passed inspection - I've come prepared Head weaving tales of this tight-knit family as I creeped right up the stairs Felt like a creep staring at Joseph... Taking masks off are a cheap unveiling Something beneath the sheets was flailing as I watched him between the railing I must've seemed like I was in jail... My brightest moment was his darkest hour I peeked into Kathleen's bedroom - She was asleep with her boyfriend's arm around her Found it odd that I thought of my mother... Call it childhood withdrawal Then I heard the sound of Joseph's voice filter in from across the hall He muttered something through clenched teeth, like a mantra never released I went down the corridor to the bedroom, curiosity got the better of me "You'll be silent forever and I'll be gone in the dark" he repeatedly prayed He needed the phrase; the worst part was he said it to keep me away What happens when you become what you're afraid of? Don't we grow from what we witness? Don't we all do this? Isn't that the ultimate coping mechanism? Fear breeds like bacterial binary fission, yet the target's not certain It isn't nature or nurture - What frightens us determines who we are as a person I'm a father for better or worse... There's no option to ignore age Altering my face, I took off the ski mask and dropped it in the doorway An inherited rage; A chain without links brings you straight to the brink I left without incident; These things don't always end the way that you think Not everything turns to murder... Torture is bloody and rape's gory But this was never going to be that - This was a coming of age story They say we all reap what we sew, so I’m a frayed intricate loop knot Joseph will pick up the ski mask shortly and place it in a shoe box He'll become what he fears, a timid psycho; Broken is how he'll spend his life In infinite fights until fatherhood, a vicious cycle with no end in sight If you've never met your role model, how can you say you're your dad's height? Cloaked in responsibility, the dark corners of the mind illuminate with flashlights Days are a mask; Nights are filled with fear you vacate in a past life I hope he doesn't stray from the track... But two footsteps do not make a path... Right? https://www.lamag.com/longform/in-th...s-of-a-killer/ __________________ ..Passed the Present and Future..