I am conjuring death today. Yes, death itself. I don't know if I'll be alive after I conjure him, but it is a risk I'm willing to take. You readers are probably wondering what this crazy man is talking about. Well, let me tell you. It all started with a dream. Yes, a dream. Not a dream filled with expectations and hard work, but a dream filled with rest and a good nights sleep. This dream was one of the most eerie dreams I've ever had. But, I've been told that dreams do this.
It started out as a simple tree in the dream. Yes, a tree. A being of nature. I was confronted by the god of nature himself, and I was given a chance to redeem myself. He told me that in my previous life, I was a murderer. After that I became human and stepped down to the streets, I looked around to examine the world around me. I saw pitchers pouring water by themselves, clocks moaning, and people with signs around their necks saying "Insomniac." I saw a man carrying a mirror, and in it I couldn't see myself. Finding all of this very weird, I started walking around, as if I was looking for something. I came across a building, and turned the corner to find a woman. She had a blank stare, which was gouging out my eyes. I couldn't stand looking at her; I quickly turned around and saw a bat flying at me. This was when I woke up. I thought I was covered in sweat, but no, I was only hot. I went back to sleep, and didn't dream after that.
The real mystery began the next day. I woke up, got ready, completely forgot about the dream, and went to work. It was a pretty slow day at work, so I decided to take a walk. I went out to the garden, and smelled the lilies. I closed my eyes for a second, savoring the smell. I opened my eyes and saw something that made me jump. I saw the woman. I blinked and she was gone. I went back home, thinking nothing of the glimpse I saw, or how normal her eyes looked.
I got home, and surprisingly fell right to bed. I had the same dream yet again. The only difference was that I started off as a normal person, instead of a tree. I saw the woman again, and this time for a longer time. This went on for some time. Every time the beginning of the dream got cut off, and I saw the woman for a longer period of time.
One day I decided to hijack the dream. I started dreaming and tried to tell my self that I could control it. It didn't work. I saw her blank stare again and woke with the bat coming towards my face.
I tried to figure out what was going on. I even went to a psychiatrist, who gave me pills. I took these pills and the dreams got worse. I went back to him and he gave me a stronger dose. I didn't take my chances with the pills again.
One day I went to the garden where I saw her there before. I sat down on a bench and closed my eyes. I felt something moving and sitting down beside me. I opened my eyes, and saw a man. He had on a top hat, wore a suit, and had a walking cane. He turned around and looked at me.
"So what do you think so far?" He said.
"What are you talking about?" I replied.
"My story!"
"What?"
"This, this whole world, the lilies, the dreams, the easy days at work, the woman!"
"How do you know about this?!"
"I know. I am the author. I created you."
"Yea...right."
"I did"
"Prove it."
"Close your eyes and all the lilies around you will be withered."
I closed my eyes and opened them to find all the beautiful lilies around me withered, like a lovers heart after it is broken. I stared at him.
"Do you believe me now?"
I didn't know what to say.
"You have been seeing that woman a lot lately, haven’t you?"
"…Yes, you sadistic freak! Why can't you write good stories about kings and queens and magic?"
"I am truly sorry about this."
"No, you are not."
"Look, before you go crazy on your creator, I have a favor to ask you."
"Hah! An author as a favor from a character? The tables have turned."
"This favor will benefit both of us, I am sure."
I did not reply back.
"It will make the woman disappear."
"Yes! Tell me what it is!"
"All right then. You see, that woman...is my wife."
"Your wife? She's horrid."
"Yes...well, she is because I've trapped her in this story."
"Quite a nice husband you are."
"I couldn't take what she was doing. All day going on about cars and purses and money. Screw money I say! If I can make, one person feel amazing while reading my story, who needs money?!"
"Well...enough speeches, how do I get rid of your horrid wife?"
"You have to kill her character."
"And, you can't do that because...?"
"I am an author, I do not kill, I create! Also, it is the rules that only a character can kill another character."
"You want me to kill your wife's character"
"Yes"
"How can I do that? I've never killed anyone, and I never will!"
"You can conjure death"
"Conjure death? You want me to call upon death it self?"
"Yes"
"Is that even possible? Isn't that dangerous?"
"You are without sin; therefore death will not kill you. I know how to conjure death, but I cannot. You will have to do it."
Upon this the strange man, who called himself the author, gave me a book. It was a blank book with an introduction in a weird language and below it was a paragraph on how to pronounce everything. I turned to look around, and to my surprise I found no one beside me. I went home, very puzzled, and sat down on my couch. I opened the book, and read it out loud, as best as I could. I felt the book rumble a little and stop. I flipped through the book to find that all of the pages were filled with markings and diagrams and words.
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So, I sit here now trying to conjure death. Am I scared? Yes I am. But I shall read on to get rid of this horrid being this man calls his wife. I've started making the markings on the floorboards now, and I've started calling out the spells.
My windows are starting to say my name, and my door is growing a tongue which is calling for water. My doorbell just rang.I pressed on the buzzer to open the door. I heard heavy footsteps. My door opened. The tongue was swallowed, and there stood death.
He came in a casual manner and took out a stool from his robe. He sat down. Looked at me, and asked me "What do you need, oh sinless person?"
"I want you to kill someone" I replied.
"You want me to kill someone? A sinless man like you wants death to do him a favor?
"Yes"
"I will not do such deed."
"Why not?"
"I take life but I do not take life for a sinless man."
"Look, it’s not for me. It’s for the author of my life."
"You mean god?"
"Yes someone like him."
"I do no deeds for god."
"Its not god! It’s someone like him!" I started protesting.
"All right, fine, tell me, why do you want me to kill this person?"
"It’s a woman. She is the author’s wife, and she comes in my dreams, leaving me with no sleep."
"So a nightmare?"
"Yes, that’s exactly what it is."
"The author also wants her back."
"All right, fine I'll see what I can do. Killing a character is pretty tricky, especially if they have to go out there." He was pointing up.
"Out where?"
"Well, we'll leave this conversation for another time." He quietly said, and left out the door he came.
I expected my house to be dirty, but it was spotless. I think I'll go to sleep now, but I'm scared to see the woman. It is said that god moves in mysterious ways, maybe the same goes for death?
I started to fall asleep, but I kept on stopping myself. I didn't want to see the woman's eyes! Soon, at about 3 am, I feel asleep. I had the same dream again, but I didn't see her eyes. I saw death. Death was there with the woman in a park. He had his arm around her. He took her face and he kissed her. He kissed her again. Every time he kissed her some part of her disappeared. I kept watching, as she turned in to a speck in the dust. I woke up as soon as she was gone. I didn't even realize that I slept until 12 PM. I started to hurry, to get to work, but suddenly the windows started flapping and the door opened. Death came in.
"I did it" he said.
"I saw" Said I.
He sat down. I saw him shake. I saw dry tears come down.
"Um...are you okay?" I asked.
"I finally know how it is to lose someone."
"What?"
"I loved her, I know you saw us."
"Oh."
"I finally know what it's like to lose a person. I take people everyday, but now I finally know..."
"Well that's life. What can you do?"
"And that's death." He said, as he walked out, with the dry tears dissolving in air as they dropped.
Everything was perfect and still after he left, I sat down, looked around, and went back to sleep.
