My heart raced at the sight of the man in white hat in the photo of Jacob Adams. A ten years-old kid mauled by a creature in his own bedroom. The photo seemed to show a man in his late years with white eyes and a white hat. Jacob like all other kids seemed to be afraid of the dark and especially of his cupboard. Every night he would tell his parents about the boogeyman in his cupboard who always stated he would wait for him to let him in. The idea of a unknown monster hiding in a room is something feared by children all around the world. The fear of it kept them sleeping. Many people still close their cupboards due to the fear of the unknown monster lurking in the shadows. The idea of a monster of such proportions was preposterous in the scientific world of the new millennium. A age of chaos and reversal of society itself has led to people shunning supernatural and religion as if it was a plague. The small town of St Antonio had a population of over a thousand people. The land was fairly old with it once being populated by the natives which were slaughtered in 1700s. The land was dug up for its coal supply and then soon became a fairly populated town. However since the fateful Halloween of 2012,everything in this normal town changed. The Mayan were intelligent people leaving messages in plain sight causing fear amongst the bravest of men. The Mayan calendar markings came to me one night when I was sleeping. In a void I was floating, I could see a being in front of me. It was nothing I could comprehend its face seemed to be bleeding into another world and its eyes had literal fire in them. It opened its mouth with razor sharp fangs and it started singing in a tone that made my ears almost bleed from its pitch. Time has come for the death of man The primordial fear shapes into being An era of darkness comes enveloping what they held dear Nothing is real and the enlightened men shall burn down order For chaos itself has found its body Rejoice for death Hail the destruction of life That song that I wrote down ended up being important for since that day children seemed more scared and always whispered about the boogeyman looking at them in their window and waiting for them to answer and let them in. The boogeyman always sang in the night and was said to be waiting for the children to either tell them to come in or someone else to do so. Every child that ended up dead seemed to be mauled by a beast in their home and in every picture of the crime scene the man in the hat was present. Jacob was the last victim of the man and for a week he was clinging to his mother about the boogeyman coming to him at night. One day he tripped over himself and broke his mother’s vase. Although she was angry what his mother said to him would haunt her for the rest of her life. “If you do not stop fearing the boogeyman will get you.” The next day the body of the boy was found mauled to death and his head was severed with gore around it. The head was on the floor looking at the cupboard in his room with dread permanently etched on his face. I was curious how nobody noticed the man in the photos. Everyone would claim him to be the killer in the room attempting to show off his kill which in itself is absurd. I took a look at my notes it seemed the man killed the children when their parents or they give him permission to come. Each idea seemed getting stupider until I got a message from my sergeant. “Riles meet me in the interrogation chamber in 10 minutes we have a man claiming to be connected to the killer” I looked at the message and started walking to the chamber. Whatever it is, it isn’t normal as the sergeant despises my theories because of them being absurd. Reaching the chamber I stepped inside and saw the sergeant sitting across from a man in cuffs. The man had long unkempt hair with ragged up clothes and a maniacal smile. Despite that his eyes feared me the most as the eyes had something I couldn’t see. It looked as if his eyes were cracked. The man looked at me and grinned “Come here we were waiting for you” he stated with a chilling whisper. The sergeant looks at me “This man is crazy so its right up your alley" I snorted as his assumption of everything supernatural to being craziness. The man continued grinning and as if he had read my mind said “They don’t understand the beauty do they? They are faulty flesh bags in this illusion" “ I don’t know what you mean" I replied coldly and sat down opposite to him. “who are you?” I asked. The man only grinned “Sebastian Thomas in your service”. I couldn’t stop gasping as I realized he looked the same as the missing man however there was only one problem. “Sebastian Thomas ran away 25 years ago at the age of 40 after painting images he supposedly saw in his dreams for 10 years. You barely look 50 how can you be him then.” I asked the man. “I was given the opportunity of prophethood by the lord of mine. He was slumbering beneath this town for years and now he’s awake and hungry. He chose me to bring him food. For years I gave him animals in the forest but he is hungry and then he found the children. He loves eating them, too fleshy but perfect fat.” The man still grinned at the terrible description. “Is the man you follow the one who kills the children.” “ofcourse no we prophets do it unfortunately we only can hunt when they allow us to enter their place but when they do we kill them and give them to the lord” “how many followers does your lord have?” I asked but I could feel dread creeping on me. “Thousands. Nobody knows who is one. It can be someone you know. It can be your neighbour and it can be your daughter as well.” He ended with a smirk. I got a steely expression on my face “don’t bring my daughter into this I will kill to save her.” I exclaimed. Getting myself under control and looking at the sergeant I could see his disgust as well. “how do you call your master" I asked. “Ask him and he will come. He eats children when they or their parents call him.” “That is not possible” the sergeant exclaimed finally. The man bless his heart was too scientific for this world. The man now faced him with his unnerving smile and stated “The lord is too much out of your worldview. You are too materialistic to understand him" “its impossible and unscientific" “Religion is just science not yet understood.” The man retorted. “Riles I’m putting this man in a cell while you wait on your desk" Sergeant suddenly said to me. “Yes sir" I walked away to my place thinking about what the man said. The sergeant came back to my desk and sat beside me “Riles this man is our only lead and despite how unlikely it seems we could follow his idea maybe to find any other clue. I have a idea. We two stay in the house of Savannah Smith a girl who is just released from a juvenile psych ward due to her fear of the boogeyman. While she calls to the boogeyman we stay there and see if anything pops up” he then smiles at me “Honestly this seems stupid how we are doing this but we don’t know what to do to find any other clues" “I agree we can try this and maybe we can find the killer" I replied to him. That night was rough I dreamt of the creature again. A anthropomorphic creature with razor sharp fangs and eyes all over its body and a tail made of charred flesh howling in the night which then started seamlessly morphing into the man in the hat. The primordial darkness swallowing the body and manifesting shapes and patterns unknown and impossible to grasp by human mind. The chaos I could feel being soaked into. The eternal monstrosity lying beneath the nuclear prison called the universe unknown and dreadful. The beings of forbidden chaos were manifesting on the void slowly taking humanoid forms with faces that would bring insanity to those who could perceive them. Monsters living in the dark could be seen formed in the chaos that didn’t follow any ‘rules' made by modern physicists in order to rationalize the impossibility that rules the multiple variables of the objective universe forming as a result of chains of the subjective nature of thought and chaos lying within everything. The Voidal abyss caressing my body and the particles that made who I was made me ecstatic for a reason not feasible to my mortal mind. The abyss awakened the primal hunger of that which is not understood in the face of fear. I could see the beings laughing at me and morphing into creatures of terror and nightmare one coming to me shifting into the man in the hat and opening its mouth and devouring me. For years I could not comprehend my reality. A man of infinite hunger for wisdom and knowledge I was bound to lose my understanding of everything sooner or later. As a child I saw monsters in my room taunting me from the darkness. Unlike what they feared I didn’t fear the unknown darkness. The comfort realizing the ending abyss waiting for your damned soul and living in it is not understood by those who are immortal. The darkness gives a power that can be seen by those who can shut the mind of morality and rationality and succumb to the hedonistic desires of the flesh and the soul. The power of darkness is not sinister but the fear of it is. The darkness after time slowly leads to light causing enlightenment that cannot be understood by fearful mongrels waiting for flesh to be given. As I grew more understanding of the darkness I started to awaken from the dream of illusions. Dark god of sun taught the darkness and light together brings what one needs. As I slowly peeked through the abyss and the veil I started becoming mad. The existence of man as a concept was always something that couldn’t be fathomed. Man as a species is very new and a minute existence in the grand chaos court of Azhagol. The god of nuclear reality bidding the darkness that is waiting to be unleashed. I couldn’t understand the fear of people so I indulged in the chaos. Darkness enveloped me and shifted my reality. Beings of grand darkness started appearing. Vaguely anthropoid beings of shadow manifested in the cracks of the illusion the beings of eyes that brought wisdom and doom. The death of the multiverse couldn’t be lost to us. Celebration of our impunity was Important for everyone knew one day everything would seize to exist. The idea of man being stupid is true. The light is a shadow of the darkness, the grand court of Azhagol. Chaos birth from it that seizes and that is marked as light. The fearful souls of mortals deluded themselves to form the grand illusion of reality. The idea of existentialism led to the fear of insignificance that drives man to this day. Fear led to the biggest achievements. The pyramids were made to show the power of man against nature until nature devoured it. Man forgot its place and met a plague. Man as a stupid god led to it’s own downfall leading to the rise of chaotic cults that worshipped the old ones and to bring forth a proper balance. Man’s fear of it led to formation of cults that encompassed regions and formed gods that rejected fellow gods causing unknown amount of bloodshed. The axis toppled on its head and the apocalypse or better the Ragnarök which shall unleash the aeonic progression into ages of duality of man. The era in which man transcends itself and becomes what was it supposed to. A being of compassion and hatred creating a blasphemy of infernal chaos that is fed and nurtured creating the realm of nuclear polarity bridged by the bifrost of man. My darkness fed into my life bleeding into the realms I ventured causing an immense amount of infernal terror feeding the black death star. The chaotic beings of the alghol awoke my darkness and soon enveloped me. As faces of them became more clearer I became more paranoid the fears of them finally caught up to me. My fear of forbidden knowledge made me a vessel of chaos itself. A renegade who led the life of chaos at the age of 21 I was shot at and survived. The darkness feeding me into a frenzy causing my darkness to manifest in my legal life when I was shot. As the priest prayed for me I in a moment of desperation locked the faces of void gods and led back into the safety net of the illusion called reality. As a man I fell into the god who protected me and became a policeman. Yet it stayed with me the darkness waiting to be unleashed in the chaotic world where chaos stays the only constant. However with this dream I saw the faces again Some say that enlightenment is peaceful, some say its ecstatically pleasing, some say it’s a calm before the storm. As a man who has been enlightened 2 times I can say it’s worse. The knowledge of acausal realm feeds into the mind of the man destroying information it deems useless the eyes turn demonic finally seeing beyond the veils and the body itself jerks and thrashes violently as if hoping to remove whatever is causing it harm. As the chaos was being fed to me I could see the anthropoid beings laughing and singing in the crudest form of vocal performance possible. The sound itself was of burning flesh and scratch mirrors. The being on the throne smiled with its body. The being itself was three snake eyes connected together by masses of flesh connected together by throbbing veins of dark reddish matter and tentacles of organic origin around it. The dread and terror could be felt beyond the realms as I realized it as Azhagol the nuclear god of Chaos and dread. As the monstrous god saw my face it reached a fleshy tentacle caressing me almost lovingly before I saw black. As I woke up I could see myself being a little leaner without the excess weight I gained from the years of doing a sedentary job. The body itself was normal with a strange mark on my left palm where the monster god touched me. Washing it in the sink I could see the invisible lines connecting the walls of my room and invisible dots connecting the world. Men with different colored threads walked under my window as if in a symphony of color. Washing myself I wore my cross necklace I received the day I lost my enlightenment. After holstering my gun I walked out of my room in to the chaotic mass of people. I could finally see people walking around slowly walking and being fed on by impish beings of outer darkness waiting for the dread to pool. I swore seeing the face of the barber who does my hair as a anthropoid being with horns. I vomited seeing the scene of a scantily clad woman being slowly devoured by a huge mass of chaotic beings who were classified as succubus or incubus. As I worked hard I tuned out the constant blur of color and met my sergeant slowly I felt his hand on my shoulder “let’s find the killer” he told me. Stepping foot into the house of the young girl Savannah was crazy. Despite tuning out the most of the chaos I could see the area choked by geometrical shapes of multiple shades of red and tentacles sprawling on the wall. It was sick the house was infected. Despite the girl being clothed I could see through her clothes blood red things feeding off of her yet I couldn’t do anything the only thing I could do was killing the monster and to hope it would take the darkness with it. For I knew whatever was feeding on the children it wasn’t human. The young brunette sat between me and the sergeant in her bedroom with a full size cupboard which had a gaping hole connecting to the nuclear throne of the universe bleeding the acausal into the realm. “Savannah don’t worry we would help you" the sergeant told her. The girl looked around 10 and was fearful reminding me of my daughter who I met a year ago. “You say the words and we will protect you if any monster comes in alright" the sergeant spoke despite his tone conveying that he didn’t believe in any monster attacking her. The girl in a nervous nod started uttering the sentence that would change the world “Boogeyman I give you permission to enter” with that the light in the room went out. People say that prophecy is made when a woman weeps. Prophecies are soul connecting data links that connect subjective realities through the realms and feeding through the pools of acausal infinity. Prophecies and expressions fed the works of mages of the medieval Europe. In the minds of sages in India constructive realms were formed in the ideal world of fantasy and magic feeding into the cults of early settling indo Europeans. Magical techniques were conceived to channel the old ones and open the gates to worlds beyond what was feasible to those around those times. Shinto sages comprehend the unnaturality of the universe in the concept of soul cage idea feeding with the image of every particle having a soul with the subjective reality of them all the objective universe is made. As the words were whispered by Savannah a doorbell rang startling all of us. The sergeant left us to check on the door and see if anyone was here. The moment he was out of the door however I felt as if the room exploded. The various threads binding reality shone with vibrance unattainable by man with his simple comprehension of matter. The cupboard swung wider and in the darkness a being of chaos started forming. A being of vague humanoid outline with reptilian skin and organic chunks of matter forming its head and covered with its eyes the being was cloaked in darkness and marched into the room and turned around as if waiting for something. What followed it from the void however was more terrifying. A tall lanky figure cloaked in white suit stepped into the room. The figure had a hat that covered its head but the wide pupil less eyes shone with malice. The being possessed clawed fingers ready to tear into its prey projecting everything and everyone in its vicinity with a aura of despair as if everything was gone. The time felt as if stopped as I saw the man fear and dread stunning me however I pulled out my gun and pointed towards the taller man. “Who are you and what are you planning to do here" The being smiled with its razor sharp fangs showing itself. The simple motion seemed well calculated however with intent to scare the prey it had for it was nothing but a predator in its hunting ground “you know why we are here she is my food and I will be eating her. You are a adult man and thus not much for me. Stretchy skin not savory.” The creature rasped in a voice that chilled me to my bones. The other being however reached the girl and lifted her to the wall. Turning around however I realized my mistake, the fear and dread of being in the presence of a primordial creature of destruction I forgot it had another thing with it. The creature slit Savannah’s throat and decapitated her with ease. It started ripping her in two pieces her flesh ripping and removing her lung, body parts neatly cut and dressed down as if it was a piece of meat. Exclaiming in shock I shot the creature which seemed to deter it a little as it let the limp body fall on to the floor bleeding. The body in its macabre state simply fell as if the whole life of a human was nothing. The creature however moved to the door punching it’s way and stabbing its clawed fingers through the man that appeared on the door, the sergeant. Death is something that is constant. A unchangeable variable. Yet people are scared of it. Men of old wise and weak have fallen on their knees in the presence of death and begged. The concept of life leaving a body and it becoming what it originally was, a piece of complex organic material forming a machine is very much conceptualized but when the moment presents itself the shadow of light refuses to unclench it claws on it. At that moment I shot until the creature fell into a pile of mush beside the cracked open head of my sergeant. I couldn’t conceptualize how it felt. The idea of man overcoming its vices is as fictitious as the idea of a hero. Yet I was alone destroyed and couldn’t fight. A idea of romanticized heroism is the concept of ability to protect people and destroy the evil yet in objective reality the whole idea flips on its head and does an 180° for nothing is possible without the other. An duality must be in order for everything to function. Yet it’s not over. Turning around I pointed my gun to the creature in the hat which in the moment looked as if its amused with its head tilted and smiling with its fangs visible. “Who are you?” I asked the creature. “I’m the monster that is hungry for its hunt, I’m the darkness of humanity that hides itself, I’m the hungry predator waiting for the prey, I’m the oldest incarnation of you before falling from grace, I’m the gluttony you hide in your life" the creature rasped nonchalantly. My finger on the trigger I again ask “What beings are you and how are you here" “We are beings living in the shadows the underside of the nucleus of your reality. We come for our needs and we are called for help. We are creatures of the only constant, Chaos. Yet you are here doing your job.” “what!?” I inquired. This was not something I expected. What does it mean by my job? The dread however started filling my belly. The creature started singing in its raptured voice awakening the memories of the final verse of the song I heard in my nightmares. Mistakes made by man in his blight The cause of death in his hands Triple death on his soul Awakening the darkest ghoul The dreadful ones escape Unleashed by the man in his place Sacrificing those he love For the cause of ones above The mistakes of one cannot be forgiven if it damns the nation. However what would one say if it damned the universe? As the song came flooding back to me I realized my mistake. Every second of my life was chosen and played for the finale, the climax to unleash these beings on to the world. I fell on to my knees realizing my role. Who was I? a monkey with sense of grandeur that was fueled by the materialistic ego bestowed upon me. The notion of grandeur made it doomed to fail as I let my last breath as a sane man go I heard rasping laughter from the creature. “The destiny is set. Riles you are a human join me. Be my prophet and you will be immortal. You have a daughter don’t you? Feed her to me and there will nothing for you to worry about.” A man is many thing. A maniac, a lover, a comrade yet what he is most is a father. The joy of fatherhood is something indescribable in itself for it is a release of joy and ecstasy unlike anything. And for that the man will kill. Pulling the trigger I watched as the bullet tore through the creature. That moment however darkness claimed me. What happens though when man feels he deserves to play with destiny? The manipulations of fine threads of fate weaved through the realities and unlike what man may believe the strings are not controlled by them. So when the string is broken another forms and takes it beyond what was possible before. The manipulation of the boogeyman made me face my fear. A fear of unknown that was always with me. A fear that was highlighted by Freud himself. It was the true demon. The unconscious. It was as if a dream. I woke up in a courtroom. I could vaguely identify what was happening around me. “For the dual murder of Savannah Smith and Sergeant Lucius Roger how does the defendant plead" “Not guilty my lord" “We have video evidence from the body camera of the sergeant as evidence" The video was gruesome. It showed me tearing into the body of Savannah and laughing to myself and then stabbing and shooting the sergeant in the head. It was wrong. No. “On the condition of insanity my client is innocent" Wait no its not real. It's not possible. At that moment I lost it all. In the psychiatric ward I felt a needle shooting drugs into me and steadying me into a padded room. I felt the chaos finally manifesting in the room within the pads appearing as the man in the hat laughing on my condition. Its rasping laughter chilling me. “Everything is according to plan” it said and melted into a amorphous form which slowly got absorbed by pores in my skin. As its rasping laughter increased I felt myself breaking and also started laughing maniacally and at that moment it was as if something broke. Once I opened my eyes I saw myself in a clearing surrounded by men and women wearing masks and looking ecstatic. My body felt elongated and I felt the presence of a hat on top of my head. Slowly walking forward in the clearing I saw a young girl barely 12 on a pyre. The moment however I saw the face however my mind froze. My daughter Lucy was on the pyre crying. I wanted to kill these people and comfort my daughter. My body however felt different as if controlled and despite my shrieking it was still not under my control. My raspy voices laughed and slapped Lucy. Her cheeks stinged with red. I wanted to rip these people however the anger and wrath was burning me and this body yet I was bound. Looking at her eyes however I stopped. Lucy was looking at me and not at the monster wearing my flesh as I saw her she nodded at me and smiled kindly “It’s okay daddy I know” with that the monster ripped her throat out with what were once my teeth and as her eyes lost the life I cried one last time as I also died in the body which only had the monster in it.
My heart raced at the sight of the man in white hat in the photo of Jacob Adams. A ten years-old kid mauled by a creature in his own bedroom. The photo seemed to show a man in his late years with white eyes and a white hat. Jacob like all other kids se... horror stories
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morpheusd True monsters do not hide in the dark
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A murder investigation went beyond realms of reality

My heart raced at the sight of the man in white hat in the photo of Jacob Adams. A ten years-old kid mauled by a creature in his own bedroom. The photo seemed to show a man in his late years with white eyes and a white hat. Jacob like all other kids seemed to be afraid of the dark and especially of his cupboard. Every night he would tell his parents about the boogeyman in his cupboard who always stated he would wait for him to let him in. The idea of a unknown monster hiding in a room is something feared by children all around the world. The fear of it kept them sleeping. Many people still close their cupboards due to the fear of the unknown monster lurking in the shadows. The idea of a monster of such proportions was preposterous in the scientific world of the new millennium. A age of chaos and reversal of society itself has led to people shunning supernatural and religion as if it was a plague. The small town of St Antonio had a population of over a thousand people. The land was fairly old with it once being populated by the natives which were slaughtered in 1700s. The land was dug up for its coal supply and then soon became a fairly populated town. However since the fateful Halloween of 2012,everything in this normal town changed. The Mayan were intelligent people leaving messages in plain sight causing fear amongst the bravest of men. The Mayan calendar markings came to me one night when I was sleeping. In a void I was floating, I could see a being in front of me. It was nothing I could comprehend its face seemed to be bleeding into another world and its eyes had literal fire in them. It opened its mouth with razor sharp fangs and it started singing in a tone that made my ears almost bleed from its pitch. Time has come for the death of man The primordial fear shapes into being An era of darkness comes enveloping what they held dear Nothing is real and the enlightened men shall burn down order For chaos itself has found its body Rejoice for death Hail the destruction of life That song that I wrote down ended up being important for since that day children seemed more scared and always whispered about the boogeyman looking at them in their window and waiting for them to answer and let them in. The boogeyman always sang in the night and was said to be waiting for the children to either tell them to come in or someone else to do so. Every child that ended up dead seemed to be mauled by a beast in their home and in every picture of the crime scene the man in the hat was present. Jacob was the last victim of the man and for a week he was clinging to his mother about the boogeyman coming to him at night. One day he tripped over himself and broke his mother’s vase. Although she was angry what his mother said to him would haunt her for the rest of her life. “If you do not stop fearing the boogeyman will get you.” The next day the body of the boy was found mauled to death and his head was severed with gore around it. The head was on the floor looking at the cupboard in his room with dread permanently etched on his face. I was curious how nobody noticed the man in the photos. Everyone would claim him to be the killer in the room attempting to show off his kill which in itself is absurd. I took a look at my notes it seemed the man killed the children when their parents or they give him permission to come. Each idea seemed getting stupider until I got a message from my sergeant. “Riles meet me in the interrogation chamber in 10 minutes we have a man claiming to be connected to the killer” I looked at the message and started walking to the chamber. Whatever it is, it isn’t normal as the sergeant despises my theories because of them being absurd. Reaching the chamber I stepped inside and saw the sergeant sitting across from a man in cuffs. The man had long unkempt hair with ragged up clothes and a maniacal smile. Despite that his eyes feared me the most as the eyes had something I couldn’t see. It looked as if his eyes were cracked. The man looked at me and grinned “Come here we were waiting for you” he stated with a chilling whisper. The sergeant looks at me “This man is crazy so its right up your alley" I snorted as his assumption of everything supernatural to being craziness. The man continued grinning and as if he had read my mind said “They don’t understand the beauty do they? They are faulty flesh bags in this illusion" “ I don’t know what you mean" I replied coldly and sat down opposite to him. “who are you?” I asked. The man only grinned “Sebastian Thomas in your service”. I couldn’t stop gasping as I realized he looked the same as the missing man however there was only one problem. “Sebastian Thomas ran away 25 years ago at the age of 40 after painting images he supposedly saw in his dreams for 10 years. You barely look 50 how can you be him then.” I asked the man. “I was given the opportunity of prophethood by the lord of mine. He was slumbering beneath this town for years and now he’s awake and hungry. He chose me to bring him food. For years I gave him animals in the forest but he is hungry and then he found the children. He loves eating them, too fleshy but perfect fat.” The man still grinned at the terrible description. “Is the man you follow the one who kills the children.” “ofcourse no we prophets do it unfortunately we only can hunt when they allow us to enter their place but when they do we kill them and give them to the lord” “how many followers does your lord have?” I asked but I could feel dread creeping on me. “Thousands. Nobody knows who is one. It can be someone you know. It can be your neighbour and it can be your daughter as well.” He ended with a smirk. I got a steely expression on my face “don’t bring my daughter into this I will kill to save her.” I exclaimed. Getting myself under control and looking at the sergeant I could see his disgust as well. “how do you call your master" I asked. “Ask him and he will come. He eats children when they or their parents call him.” “That is not possible” the sergeant exclaimed finally. The man bless his heart was too scientific for this world. The man now faced him with his unnerving smile and stated “The lord is too much out of your worldview. You are too materialistic to understand him" “its impossible and unscientific" “Religion is just science not yet understood.” The man retorted. “Riles I’m putting this man in a cell while you wait on your desk" Sergeant suddenly said to me. “Yes sir" I walked away to my place thinking about what the man said. The sergeant came back to my desk and sat beside me “Riles this man is our only lead and despite how unlikely it seems we could follow his idea maybe to find any other clue. I have a idea. We two stay in the house of Savannah Smith a girl who is just released from a juvenile psych ward due to her fear of the boogeyman. While she calls to the boogeyman we stay there and see if anything pops up” he then smiles at me “Honestly this seems stupid how we are doing this but we don’t know what to do to find any other clues" “I agree we can try this and maybe we can find the killer" I replied to him. That night was rough I dreamt of the creature again. A anthropomorphic creature with razor sharp fangs and eyes all over its body and a tail made of charred flesh howling in the night which then started seamlessly morphing into the man in the hat. The primordial darkness swallowing the body and manifesting shapes and patterns unknown and impossible to grasp by human mind. The chaos I could feel being soaked into. The eternal monstrosity lying beneath the nuclear prison called the universe unknown and dreadful. The beings of forbidden chaos were manifesting on the void slowly taking humanoid forms with faces that would bring insanity to those who could perceive them. Monsters living in the dark could be seen formed in the chaos that didn’t follow any ‘rules' made by modern physicists in order to rationalize the impossibility that rules the multiple variables of the objective universe forming as a result of chains of the subjective nature of thought and chaos lying within everything. The Voidal abyss caressing my body and the particles that made who I was made me ecstatic for a reason not feasible to my mortal mind. The abyss awakened the primal hunger of that which is not understood in the face of fear. I could see the beings laughing at me and morphing into creatures of terror and nightmare one coming to me shifting into the man in the hat and opening its mouth and devouring me. For years I could not comprehend my reality. A man of infinite hunger for wisdom and knowledge I was bound to lose my understanding of everything sooner or later. As a child I saw monsters in my room taunting me from the darkness. Unlike what they feared I didn’t fear the unknown darkness. The comfort realizing the ending abyss waiting for your damned soul and living in it is not understood by those who are immortal. The darkness gives a power that can be seen by those who can shut the mind of morality and rationality and succumb to the hedonistic desires of the flesh and the soul. The power of darkness is not sinister but the fear of it is. The darkness after time slowly leads to light causing enlightenment that cannot be understood by fearful mongrels waiting for flesh to be given. As I grew more understanding of the darkness I started to awaken from the dream of illusions. Dark god of sun taught the darkness and light together brings what one needs. As I slowly peeked through the abyss and the veil I started becoming mad. The existence of man as a concept was always something that couldn’t be fathomed. Man as a species is very new and a minute existence in the grand chaos court of Azhagol. The god of nuclear reality bidding the darkness that is waiting to be unleashed. I couldn’t understand the fear of people so I indulged in the chaos. Darkness enveloped me and shifted my reality. Beings of grand darkness started appearing. Vaguely anthropoid beings of shadow manifested in the cracks of the illusion the beings of eyes that brought wisdom and doom. The death of the multiverse couldn’t be lost to us. Celebration of our impunity was Important for everyone knew one day everything would seize to exist. The idea of man being stupid is true. The light is a shadow of the darkness, the grand court of Azhagol. Chaos birth from it that seizes and that is marked as light. The fearful souls of mortals deluded themselves to form the grand illusion of reality. The idea of existentialism led to the fear of insignificance that drives man to this day. Fear led to the biggest achievements. The pyramids were made to show the power of man against nature until nature devoured it. Man forgot its place and met a plague. Man as a stupid god led to it’s own downfall leading to the rise of chaotic cults that worshipped the old ones and to bring forth a proper balance. Man’s fear of it led to formation of cults that encompassed regions and formed gods that rejected fellow gods causing unknown amount of bloodshed. The axis toppled on its head and the apocalypse or better the Ragnarök which shall unleash the aeonic progression into ages of duality of man. The era in which man transcends itself and becomes what was it supposed to. A being of compassion and hatred creating a blasphemy of infernal chaos that is fed and nurtured creating the realm of nuclear polarity bridged by the bifrost of man. My darkness fed into my life bleeding into the realms I ventured causing an immense amount of infernal terror feeding the black death star. The chaotic beings of the alghol awoke my darkness and soon enveloped me. As faces of them became more clearer I became more paranoid the fears of them finally caught up to me. My fear of forbidden knowledge made me a vessel of chaos itself. A renegade who led the life of chaos at the age of 21 I was shot at and survived. The darkness feeding me into a frenzy causing my darkness to manifest in my legal life when I was shot. As the priest prayed for me I in a moment of desperation locked the faces of void gods and led back into the safety net of the illusion called reality. As a man I fell into the god who protected me and became a policeman. Yet it stayed with me the darkness waiting to be unleashed in the chaotic world where chaos stays the only constant. However with this dream I saw the faces again Some say that enlightenment is peaceful, some say its ecstatically pleasing, some say it’s a calm before the storm. As a man who has been enlightened 2 times I can say it’s worse. The knowledge of acausal realm feeds into the mind of the man destroying information it deems useless the eyes turn demonic finally seeing beyond the veils and the body itself jerks and thrashes violently as if hoping to remove whatever is causing it harm. As the chaos was being fed to me I could see the anthropoid beings laughing and singing in the crudest form of vocal performance possible. The sound itself was of burning flesh and scratch mirrors. The being on the throne smiled with its body. The being itself was three snake eyes connected together by masses of flesh connected together by throbbing veins of dark reddish matter and tentacles of organic origin around it. The dread and terror could be felt beyond the realms as I realized it as Azhagol the nuclear god of Chaos and dread. As the monstrous god saw my face it reached a fleshy tentacle caressing me almost lovingly before I saw black. As I woke up I could see myself being a little leaner without the excess weight I gained from the years of doing a sedentary job. The body itself was normal with a strange mark on my left palm where the monster god touched me. Washing it in the sink I could see the invisible lines connecting the walls of my room and invisible dots connecting the world. Men with different colored threads walked under my window as if in a symphony of color. Washing myself I wore my cross necklace I received the day I lost my enlightenment. After holstering my gun I walked out of my room in to the chaotic mass of people. I could finally see people walking around slowly walking and being fed on by impish beings of outer darkness waiting for the dread to pool. I swore seeing the face of the barber who does my hair as a anthropoid being with horns. I vomited seeing the scene of a scantily clad woman being slowly devoured by a huge mass of chaotic beings who were classified as succubus or incubus. As I worked hard I tuned out the constant blur of color and met my sergeant slowly I felt his hand on my shoulder “let’s find the killer” he told me. Stepping foot into the house of the young girl Savannah was crazy. Despite tuning out the most of the chaos I could see the area choked by geometrical shapes of multiple shades of red and tentacles sprawling on the wall. It was sick the house was infected. Despite the girl being clothed I could see through her clothes blood red things feeding off of her yet I couldn’t do anything the only thing I could do was killing the monster and to hope it would take the darkness with it. For I knew whatever was feeding on the children it wasn’t human. The young brunette sat between me and the sergeant in her bedroom with a full size cupboard which had a gaping hole connecting to the nuclear throne of the universe bleeding the acausal into the realm. “Savannah don’t worry we would help you" the sergeant told her. The girl looked around 10 and was fearful reminding me of my daughter who I met a year ago. “You say the words and we will protect you if any monster comes in alright" the sergeant spoke despite his tone conveying that he didn’t believe in any monster attacking her. The girl in a nervous nod started uttering the sentence that would change the world “Boogeyman I give you permission to enter” with that the light in the room went out. People say that prophecy is made when a woman weeps. Prophecies are soul connecting data links that connect subjective realities through the realms and feeding through the pools of acausal infinity. Prophecies and expressions fed the works of mages of the medieval Europe. In the minds of sages in India constructive realms were formed in the ideal world of fantasy and magic feeding into the cults of early settling indo Europeans. Magical techniques were conceived to channel the old ones and open the gates to worlds beyond what was feasible to those around those times. Shinto sages comprehend the unnaturality of the universe in the concept of soul cage idea feeding with the image of every particle having a soul with the subjective reality of them all the objective universe is made. As the words were whispered by Savannah a doorbell rang startling all of us. The sergeant left us to check on the door and see if anyone was here. The moment he was out of the door however I felt as if the room exploded. The various threads binding reality shone with vibrance unattainable by man with his simple comprehension of matter. The cupboard swung wider and in the darkness a being of chaos started forming. A being of vague humanoid outline with reptilian skin and organic chunks of matter forming its head and covered with its eyes the being was cloaked in darkness and marched into the room and turned around as if waiting for something. What followed it from the void however was more terrifying. A tall lanky figure cloaked in white suit stepped into the room. The figure had a hat that covered its head but the wide pupil less eyes shone with malice. The being possessed clawed fingers ready to tear into its prey projecting everything and everyone in its vicinity with a aura of despair as if everything was gone. The time felt as if stopped as I saw the man fear and dread stunning me however I pulled out my gun and pointed towards the taller man. “Who are you and what are you planning to do here" The being smiled with its razor sharp fangs showing itself. The simple motion seemed well calculated however with intent to scare the prey it had for it was nothing but a predator in its hunting ground “you know why we are here she is my food and I will be eating her. You are a adult man and thus not much for me. Stretchy skin not savory.” The creature rasped in a voice that chilled me to my bones. The other being however reached the girl and lifted her to the wall. Turning around however I realized my mistake, the fear and dread of being in the presence of a primordial creature of destruction I forgot it had another thing with it. The creature slit Savannah’s throat and decapitated her with ease. It started ripping her in two pieces her flesh ripping and removing her lung, body parts neatly cut and dressed down as if it was a piece of meat. Exclaiming in shock I shot the creature which seemed to deter it a little as it let the limp body fall on to the floor bleeding. The body in its macabre state simply fell as if the whole life of a human was nothing. The creature however moved to the door punching it’s way and stabbing its clawed fingers through the man that appeared on the door, the sergeant. Death is something that is constant. A unchangeable variable. Yet people are scared of it. Men of old wise and weak have fallen on their knees in the presence of death and begged. The concept of life leaving a body and it becoming what it originally was, a piece of complex organic material forming a machine is very much conceptualized but when the moment presents itself the shadow of light refuses to unclench it claws on it. At that moment I shot until the creature fell into a pile of mush beside the cracked open head of my sergeant. I couldn’t conceptualize how it felt. The idea of man overcoming its vices is as fictitious as the idea of a hero. Yet I was alone destroyed and couldn’t fight. A idea of romanticized heroism is the concept of ability to protect people and destroy the evil yet in objective reality the whole idea flips on its head and does an 180° for nothing is possible without the other. An duality must be in order for everything to function. Yet it’s not over. Turning around I pointed my gun to the creature in the hat which in the moment looked as if its amused with its head tilted and smiling with its fangs visible. “Who are you?” I asked the creature. “I’m the monster that is hungry for its hunt, I’m the darkness of humanity that hides itself, I’m the hungry predator waiting for the prey, I’m the oldest incarnation of you before falling from grace, I’m the gluttony you hide in your life" the creature rasped nonchalantly. My finger on the trigger I again ask “What beings are you and how are you here" “We are beings living in the shadows the underside of the nucleus of your reality. We come for our needs and we are called for help. We are creatures of the only constant, Chaos. Yet you are here doing your job.” “what!?” I inquired. This was not something I expected. What does it mean by my job? The dread however started filling my belly. The creature started singing in its raptured voice awakening the memories of the final verse of the song I heard in my nightmares. Mistakes made by man in his blight The cause of death in his hands Triple death on his soul Awakening the darkest ghoul The dreadful ones escape Unleashed by the man in his place Sacrificing those he love For the cause of ones above The mistakes of one cannot be forgiven if it damns the nation. However what would one say if it damned the universe? As the song came flooding back to me I realized my mistake. Every second of my life was chosen and played for the finale, the climax to unleash these beings on to the world. I fell on to my knees realizing my role. Who was I? a monkey with sense of grandeur that was fueled by the materialistic ego bestowed upon me. The notion of grandeur made it doomed to fail as I let my last breath as a sane man go I heard rasping laughter from the creature. “The destiny is set. Riles you are a human join me. Be my prophet and you will be immortal. You have a daughter don’t you? Feed her to me and there will nothing for you to worry about.” A man is many thing. A maniac, a lover, a comrade yet what he is most is a father. The joy of fatherhood is something indescribable in itself for it is a release of joy and ecstasy unlike anything. And for that the man will kill. Pulling the trigger I watched as the bullet tore through the creature. That moment however darkness claimed me. What happens though when man feels he deserves to play with destiny? The manipulations of fine threads of fate weaved through the realities and unlike what man may believe the strings are not controlled by them. So when the string is broken another forms and takes it beyond what was possible before. The manipulation of the boogeyman made me face my fear. A fear of unknown that was always with me. A fear that was highlighted by Freud himself. It was the true demon. The unconscious. It was as if a dream. I woke up in a courtroom. I could vaguely identify what was happening around me. “For the dual murder of Savannah Smith and Sergeant Lucius Roger how does the defendant plead" “Not guilty my lord" “We have video evidence from the body camera of the sergeant as evidence" The video was gruesome. It showed me tearing into the body of Savannah and laughing to myself and then stabbing and shooting the sergeant in the head. It was wrong. No. “On the condition of insanity my client is innocent" Wait no its not real. It's not possible. At that moment I lost it all. In the psychiatric ward I felt a needle shooting drugs into me and steadying me into a padded room. I felt the chaos finally manifesting in the room within the pads appearing as the man in the hat laughing on my condition. Its rasping laughter chilling me. “Everything is according to plan” it said and melted into a amorphous form which slowly got absorbed by pores in my skin. As its rasping laughter increased I felt myself breaking and also started laughing maniacally and at that moment it was as if something broke. Once I opened my eyes I saw myself in a clearing surrounded by men and women wearing masks and looking ecstatic. My body felt elongated and I felt the presence of a hat on top of my head. Slowly walking forward in the clearing I saw a young girl barely 12 on a pyre. The moment however I saw the face however my mind froze. My daughter Lucy was on the pyre crying. I wanted to kill these people and comfort my daughter. My body however felt different as if controlled and despite my shrieking it was still not under my control. My raspy voices laughed and slapped Lucy. Her cheeks stinged with red. I wanted to rip these people however the anger and wrath was burning me and this body yet I was bound. Looking at her eyes however I stopped. Lucy was looking at me and not at the monster wearing my flesh as I saw her she nodded at me and smiled kindly “It’s okay daddy I know” with that the monster ripped her throat out with what were once my teeth and as her eyes lost the life I cried one last time as I also died in the body which only had the monster in it.

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