The Rush

A Story by Huor Tasadur

The sound of rushing water or liquid sends a man places he should never go.

The wind whistles through my ears. The slight ting. The darkness overtakes. The ting speeds but falls. No not again. I can't find this too. The people may think me a mad man. I'm not I swear. But the ting is starting. To make my heart ring. I decide to search. The ting is coming from the old oak. With the soft wet bark. I look through the tree with soft eyes. Knowing not what this tree has suffered. I hear running water. Water where? Inside the tree? No. Not possible. I head back inside. The day rages on. I hear the rush again. Pushing it out of my mind. I keep going. I lay my head to my dark slumber. I hear the rush. I can't stand it where is it at? I grab my light and step outside. I look around no water to be seen. I'm not mad but i hear the rush. The flush of slush in the mush. I need it to get out of my head. I go next to the tree. It is inside. I grab my ax and head out on my journey with no objective. I swing the ax singing a childish tune. The neighbor looks out to see what I am doing. He comes to me tries to calm me. I hit him with the ax i heard the rush in his voice. His scream could have been heard for miles. I swear i didn't mean to. I never wanted to kill. But now the rush has. Ended? He was the source of the sound? Well no matter now time to find a place for his final resting place. I drive him. To a place I know safe. On the way I hear. It? No no no, no more games. The rush is gone I took care of it. I know I did. My fear won't let me look back at him. To check. I'm sure he's dead. I know he is. It's not possible. I hear it again. Swoosh swish. Flowing like. Blood? No he stopped bleeding back at my home. When i hit him with the ax. I swear I'm not insane. He came after me. I reacted. Not my fault. His fault. But now it's getting more. Gurgled? The sound of the rush. I finally turn to see what it is. I see the car slowly filling. With the mans scarlet blood. I let out a helpless scream. I start to speed. I can't control myself. Where am I going? It's to late. I hear the train whistle. I see the light. And.....