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| So I was driving...
But everything was just a blur, something wasn't right, it was like I was drunk off my ass. Everything was liquid. My movements, my thoughts, even my body. It was like looking at the world through a bottle of beer, that a bartender was spinning with a spoon. Everything began to flow together as the world put it into a giant blender, faster and brighter and brighter.
I was blinded for a moment, as I narrowly dodged a car in the other lane, skidded on the road and missed a telephone pole by mear inches. The world slurred around me. As a familiar, yet annoying voice resounded in my ear.
"Damnit Serck, watch where your freaking going." A voice said. Everything went solid again.
"Sorry, geezus, man give me a break, I'm fuckin tired." I snapped back at the voice.
That voice was Kevin. The tall jock who I would bother to go 'Shoot some fucking zombies' with me all the time. Of course every time I offered he'd accept and we'd be playing X-box for the rest of the night half drunk. I swear if the zombie apocalypse really happened, he'd have one drunken fucking field day. But this time it was different.
You see we were freshmen in college and we had to find a way to fit in, so these Seniors were having us commit the 'Rite of Passage' Kevin of course being the hot head volunteered the whole group to go. Never thinking before he acted, yep that was Kevin.
"Where the hell are we going again?"
"Its just a little further." Kevin replied back at me, half absorbed into the map he had drawn up earlier, Because "Printers are for Squares". As he looked down at a map. That I'd imagine was drawn in crayon.
"Right there." He said, pointing ahead. Through the thick surrounding trees. I saw the place. An overly elaborate house. You know, the ones that look like they're staring at you. Those Goddamn Old Houses are so damn creepy.
This house had it all, from the foreboding overgrown hedges, too the two huge barred windows in the front with old black curtains, With a large double door to match, and to top it off. The White molding on the door resembled teeth.
"Ho-lee-she-it" Kevin said as Bill sat up in the back seat. I remained speechless.
We've got to go in there? Yeah.. fuck that.
I went to start the car again following Bills advice. I balked for a moment, later I would wish I hadn't, I didn't remember ever turning the car off. But Kevin opened his door before I regained my composure. Damn him for his overzealous bullshit.
"Okay, we go inside, grab this necklace thing from wherever it is, and get the fuck out of here. This place is creepy." I said following Kevin tword the front door. "Maybe if we're lucky they left it open for us. My glasses fogged up in the heat, looking back, it was odd. Since it was September.
Kevin took the lead, walking ahead of Bill and myself, toward the house. Obviously we tried the front door first. Locked. The windows had these thick iron bars surrounding them. Kevin tried to pull one off, but all he managed to do was get rust all over himself.
We walked around the house. The backyard was fairly small in comparison to the house. I didn't notice until just now.. but this building was huge.. I mean.. Massive. At least Three stories high. And at least 4 houses thick. It seemed even bigger then my whole dorm. I shook my head. Thinking about how long this would take.
We checked the Backdoor. Locked. "Damnit how are we supposed to get in?"
"That." Said Bill, pointing upward twords a open window on the second floor. Kevin practically threw all 156 pounds of me to the second floor. I climbed in through the window. "Now go open the door."
I sighed. The only light I could see was coming from the window. I could clearly see the maroon carpet, and the peeling puce paint job. I guess I had stumbled into someones study. I flicked on my flashlight and found the light switch, which, of course didn't work. I quickly scanned the room. A bookshelf with old books on it, a desk, and a chair. Nothing seemed to have dust on it at all. But I wasn't worried about it. The task at hand was consuming my attention.
When I opened the door I was immediately faced with a staircase. The backdoor was only a few steps away from the hallway that the stairs emptied out into. I promptly unlocked the door. The other two piled inside the house. I didn't realize how quiet it was, until Kevin knocked over a plant on a shelf that was right inside the door.
"Damnit.." We all froze for a moment, Silence. "You check that way." Kevin said. As he, the self proclaimed leader, pointed at me, then, down the hall to our left which seemed to Look Like a big L. "While me and Bill, go check out the front of the house"
'Yeah, your all like -Lets Split up Gang!-'
I t walked away from the two, with my flashlight out.I decided to check out the two rooms on the short side of the L, the first was a janitors closet, I glanced in and moved on. I opened the other door. The room appeared to be an old unused bedroom. There was this smell was in the air like it hadn't been occupied recently. I payed no mind. Two objects were in the room. A nightstand with what appeared to be a large mirror on it, though a sheet covered it entirely, and a bed. I walked over the the sheet. And removed it.
A wooden nightstand with a standing mirror revealed itself. This mirror however had a painting of the same room on I was in on the backside of the mirror I recoiled a bit as I realized the trick. I laughed a little. "Cute," I spun it vertically on the metal axis. A wooden back. I froze for a moment. "Wait.. what?"
'Why wasn't I in the mirror'
I quickly spun it back to its original facing, it was an ordinary mirror, myself looking back at me flabbergasted. I blinked a few times.
'Just not enough light in this place I guess'
Now that I thought about it. I hadn't seen any windows except for the one I climbed through. I let this broil around in my mind a bit as I moved down the other half of the hall, although it was longer then the first end of the Hall, it only had one room.
When I opened the door, I began to cough. Dust flew out of the room as I opened it. I had to turn my head and take a step back to get a hold of myself, to stop myself from coughing. When I finally looked into the room it took ever fiber of my being not to scream. Someone at the other end of the room was looking directly at me. I froze in place, and went to run. When I realized, that the person in the other end of the room went to do the same. My Terror subsided, it was a large standing mirror at the end of the room. You think that's creepy? That's not the half of it. This room was beyond creepy.
No carpet on the cement foundation in this room. You actually had to step down about half a foot step inside. Seven large standing mirrors was all that was in the room these mirrors were massive, at least 4 feet by 9 feet, evenly spaced. So if you stared into one them you would catch your reflection in another and you would look on forever. Dust was everywhere in this room. Except for four small squares in the dust, arranged in the shape of a larger square, in the very center of the mirrors, and of course the mirrors themselves bared no dust either.
I walked around the room examining the mirrors one by one. My head felt like it was spinning every time stared into one. Seeing my own image a million times before me was maddening. Every mirror was perfect, pristine. Not a single mirror had a flaw in it . Except for one. It had a single flaw. Near the top right corner of it.
I'm not quite sure what I was thinking at the time, I guess my curiosity got the best of me, because I reached my hand out to touch it, and I heard a cracking noise.. and.. it cut me.
I withdrew my hand quickly, as a white hot pain seared me. Screaming out in pain. I looked back at the mirror. It was perfect, not a flaw, nothing. Not even blood from my freshly cut hand. Other then being creepy, nothing strange about it. Like the rest of them.
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Bill and Kevin walked down tword the foyer. Glancing left and right at rooms as they past by, not bothering to look in them. They walked into the room at the end of the hall. It was one that connected two hallways together. A single wooden chair in one of the corners, other then that the room was bare. Bill glanced at it. 'Odd' He thought.
"Check this thing out." Kevin said, pulling at the chair. "Wont budge. Maybe bolted to the floor? How Weird."
"This place gives me the fuckin creeps."
They walked down another hallway. It was long, however, no doors occupied it. Then into the main lobby. This lobby, only had Three doors. The Front double doors, with attaching windows on either side of it. The hallway that Kevin and Bill came in from, and an adjacent hallway opposite the first. Two curving staircases met in the only wall not occupied with a door. These staircases rose together to form a balcony on the second floor. This room was even adorned with a large chandelier Hanging in the center.
"Damn, fancy place." Kevin said as he began to head up one of the joining staircases. At the top was an old grandfather clock that was missing its pendulum. And a very large Star etched into the ground, this star almost covered the entirety of the balcony. In the very center, a diamond shaped crevice.
Bill however didn't follow Kevin He walked across the room into the other hallway. It was short, with only one room on the right. The wall at the end of the hall, looked like it had recently received a paint job. Bill shrugged, and walked in to the center of the lobby. He glanced up at Kevin, but, something caught his eye. Under one of the staircases, he saw a small handle in the wood paneling. He walked over to it. A clicking noise resounded as a hidden door was revealed.
Having heard the noise, "Find something?" Kevin yelled as he began to walk down the stairs.
"Yeah. There's a room here." Bill replied as he peered Into the room.
Kevin's walking on the stairs made a little dust fall into the dark room, caught my Bills flashlight. A few old boxes gathered in the room, the drywall was visible. This room must have been used for storage. Bill took a step inside. "Nothing here." Bill said, as Kevin appeared at the doorway. They then Heard a Yell. "Mother Fucker!?" Sercks voice echoed through the house. Then silence.
They looked at each other for a moment, then began running tword the sound of the yell.
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| I recently read a short story by H.P. Lovecraft, I seriously doubt you've ever red it unless you got it from me. its called 'The Dunwich Horror' Its the only short story I've read by him.
"The Dunwich Horror" is a short story about the town of Dunwich's Dark past. Its a story of screams coming from the Hills around the Town, Blackmagic, Other Realms, and a Goat-like child being born. The story was written around 1930 as far as I can tell. its based in Brittian around that time so the dialect in the story is very tough to read, expesially the rare times the townspeople speak, here's an example.
"I dun't keer what folks think - ef Lavinny's boy looked like his pa, he wouldn't look like nothin' ye expeck. Ye needn't think the only folks is the folks hereabouts. Lavinny's read some, an' has seed some things the most o' ye only tell abaout. I calc'late her man is as good a husban' as ye kin find this side of Aylesbury; an' ef ye knowed as much abaout the hills as I dew, ye wouldn't ast no better church weddin' nor her'n. Let me tell ye suthin - some day yew folks'll hear a child o' Lavinny's a-callin' its father's name on the top o' Sentinel Hill!'"
:Spoiler Warning, Hi-light between here and End Spoiler:
In a nutshell; The 'Horror' was a beast from another Realm or Demention, the brother of the Goatlike man. Who was keeping it in an abandoned Barn while the goatlike man started using blackmagic to open a portal through to his father Yog-Sothoth a great one from another world. This Yog-Sothoth wanted to clear the earth of life and move it to some unknown place, for an unknown reason. This 'Horror' not only was invisible untill the very end of the story, it was also powerful enough to flatten houses without even trying. Eating the inhabitants.
:End Spoiler:
So.. I mean, I'm not sure where to begin to discribe how absolutely terrifying the idea of that is. Being completly helpless to stop a force from another Realm, who's power is unfathomable. Who wants to kill us all, for a reason we don't even know.. to do something we don't know... Not knowing is one of the most frightening things to me. And thats why this story is terrifying.
I'll leave you with that to think about.
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| So someone asked me the other day where the name Serck came from. So I've decided to create an entry all about the genealogy of the name.
But first, lets do some research.
Two years ago I googled 'Serck', and only got 12 hits. All were some weather company in Oregon.
Today I got
1 - 10 of 316,000 for Serck (About) - 0.17 s
And if you put Serck into a Dictionary you recieve the following:
http://tinyurl.com/cuh4nt
Ok, now back to the good stuff. When I was a kid me and my friends used to make believe we were warriors of the light, wielding swords, and fighting the forces of evil. The swords, most of the time, were made of Wood. Or were just sticks we found laying around. We actually used anything we could to play this game. We took ideas from everything from Roleplaying games to Pokemon to DBZ. We called this game 'Devileye' after the final villain. My first character was named 'Light' for obvious reasons.
But lets fast forward to my character Garlith.
Garlith was a Paladin, plain and simple. He had amazing sword skills and the gift of healing. And he strayed away from the black arts. He wielded a blade of Light infused with the powers of fire and ice. He was also a skilled Dragon Slayer. But Garlith was also a sucker.
The Devil had his number, and knew just how to trick Garlith into a life of evil. You see; Garlith's girl, Maria, was his one weakness, Garlith would do anything for her. So when the devil Kidnapped Maria to the depths of hell, Garlith had to follow to save her. Garlith knew he could not harm the Devil. And He guarded by the light, could not be touched likewise. So the Devil made Garlith a bet. If the Devil could find any evil. Or darkness within Garlith. He could keep it. And Garlith could have Maria back.
Garlith being overzealous, took the Devils bet. Thinking himself flawless.
That was the moment Serck was born. Born a Man. The Devil cleaved Garlith's Soul in two. Garlith, the light half, and Serck the Dark. Garlith drew his blade to fight against his dark half. But Maria stayed his blade, and said to him. "Garlith, I love you. But.. I love all of you, not just the good things, If you kill your dark half.. then you kill something I love.
Garlith stopped. Looked up tword Serck. And Threw him his blade. Serck caught it.. the light surged through him, and purified the evil. The Devil balked, and Began to cast a dark spell upon Garlith, but Serck leaped and took the blow. "Run..." Serck said. Garlith nodded, grabbed Maria's hand. And Fled. While Serck was left in hell...
Serck eventually Escaped, and lived against his dark creation. That's how Serck came to be.
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| So I've been looking at creating a 'Zombie' campaign for a tabletop game. The tabletop game is 'Base World of Darkness' And if you don't know what any of the aforementioned terms mean. I can simplify them.
Zombie - A dead body that has risen back to life. Usually has the taste for Flesh, is usually contagious.
Tabletop game - A game played with friends, usually run by a single person in charge. Mostly Fantasy, involves Roleplay
'Base World of Darkness' - Means the version of the Table top game will use rules out of the World of Darkness handbooks. In which characters are fragile, and can die easily.
Well, back on topic. So I've been trying to think of a reason that the dead are rising to life. However I've decided to 'Skew' the word zombie, and change its meaning. I've decided to create something completely different. but still keeping the same true. A while back a friend of mine gave me a picture. Told me he thought it was cool. http://tinyurl.com/dk4yow Oh wait. That's not the right picture. http://tinyurl.com/dyomu4 . Well, as soon as you opened the second link. You were most likely expecting another mistake. And before you tell me "I didn't open either of them." Trust me. They both lead to my photobucket. The first one I just find funny. I'm sure if Blind people could see it. They'd find it funny too.
Pay close attention to the upper right hand of the Second Photo. This X-ray depicts a human skull, with something inside of it. This something is the key to my idea.
A parasite. The idea has sprung.
These parasites do not kill the host. They alter them. During the day they are normal people. Who act normal, speak normally. Eat normally. Do everything like the would everyday. They don't act odd. They know you, react to you, they even invite you over for dinner. They are the same person. And if you have one of these bugs in you. You have no idea. You would see the second photo that I linked. As perfectly normal. And this post would suddenly be written about kittens. At least to you. Because that's what the Parasite wants you to read.
But at night. The Parasite takes over. You basically become the stereo typical Zombie. You run around like your invincible. Only a headshot will kill you or even slow you down. And a bite, will inject more of the parasites into you.
Now. I mean its a 'Little Scary' But here is the kicker. The people go back to normal during the day. Walk around and don't notice the three dead bodies they drive over in the morning. YOU ARE COMPLETELY UNAWARE ANYTHING IS DIFFERENT. And the next night. Guess what. Anyone you bit/hurt/died around you, the Parasite will crawl into their heads. Reanimate, or Reprogram, and walk with the oblivious people through the night.
So I was thinking about this. But.. could this have already happened? Could we all be walking around at night. Crazy as all get out. Eating people. And in the morning we would not notice anything. People would be dead. But we wouldn't see them. And we wouldn't care, the entire world could be infected.
But then again. Your reading this. So I guess I'm wrong.
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| Not many people know, but someday I want to be a writer. A writer of Cult Fiction, to be exact. I've even thought of a story outline, events characters. But there are somethings I can't do. Things I can't solve. It could be my informal training. Never really learning 'How', but rather learning 'What' to write. Most famous books, to be honest, are filler. No one ever taught me how to write filler.
No one ever taught me how to design a character from air. How to give them life. Sure I've always been told to grasp from reality, and use it as my muse. But.. Isn't that stealing? Plagiarism in a sense. Your stealing from God. Which brings me to my next point. Thievery.
We've always been told, whether it was in church, or by your parents. "Thou shall not steal." I mean, its one of the ten basic rules. Everyone who has ever written a book, ever created something, ever said something was 'Their own work' Were stealing. Everyone stole from God. And if you don't believe in 'God', they stole from around them. Every idea, written word, fast food restaurant, car, truck, and even every plastic duck. Was stolen.
I'll leave you with that tidbit. By the way, if you ever see a book written by Serck Moriath. You'll know I wrote it. And yes. I stole every single page.
Leave me comments, and more will be written. Also, Tell more people. I love having people read my writings. If you want to read what I've written in my book so far, and/or want to offer me advice, drop me a line on AIM, or come over to my place. (If you know me personally that is)
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