CT 02 "G H () S T"

He suddenly leaped up straight in the air to grab what appeared to be a giant dentist's drill and without warning lunged at me, tackling me, and grinding it directly into my belly button ... !

Want to read this in a different language ? Change the TO field to your own country and click the TRANSLATE button after going HERE G H () S T © October 2013 Written by David Wicker Please do not reprint without permission [ CHOOSE A DIFFERENT CHAPTER ] * * * Press CTRL = (equals) to increase the page size (darker) and CTRL - (minus) to decrease the page size (lighter) This Tale is Rated: TEEN - best read in a mortuary after night I was in pain. I knew I was. It felt like there were pinpricks of agony all over me. Then I heard a man's voice, and somehow I knew he was my doctor. "I promise you, you'll be a new man when I'm finished with you !" he said enthusiastically. Then I saw a strange scene, a woman with wires all around her and stretching apart her mouth. She spoke and somehow I knew she was the nurse, "The doctor does wonderful work, you'll see. You'll appreciate his artistic beauty." I couldn't move my head cause it was locked in place by some metallic braces, but I could definitely see that I was laying flat on a blood-stained operating table, and I had several steel clamps holding my arms and legs in place. The doctor spoke again, as if struggling with something, "First we need to remove some of that resistance, hold steady will you ?" I couldn't do anything except. There were so many clamps holding me down I couldn't budge an inch. Suddenly my vision cut out and I was plunged in darkness. Right then that was more frightening then what I was seeing. I struggled to get up to no avail when I felt a painful needle jam itself into my upper lip. Curiously I found I could speak - from a different mouth - cause a moment later I asked, "What's in there ?" The doctor, apparently glad for the conversation replied, "Oh, it's not medicine, but yes it is. About 10,000 volts in liquid form. Trust me, you'll feel better soon." For what seemed to be a needle in my lip had long since passed the back of my throat now and bored itself past my nasal cavity and it felt like it reached my skull. I coughed only once. Then the pain overcame everything and I blacked out. I awoke an unknown time later and it seemed like my back was hurting. I saw I was no longer in the operating area but a hospital room of some kind. I got up from my bed to look at a full-length mirror conveniently placed near where I could see it. My back itched so the first thing I did was turn around and look over my shoulder. It appeared as if I had flaps of dull-colored skin overlapping on my back causing the itch. I turned around and moaned looking at my face. It looked like half of it was melted in one direction and I had 3 mouths. There was bits of gauze around my head so I unwrapped and looked. It seemed like my forehead had swelled to twice it's size and to support it from falling over, was fastened to the side of my head with some kind of carpenter stapler. Just then the door opened. In stepped a pretty nurse to look and smile at me. She was flawlessly beautiful in every way except she grinned WAY too much. "How are we feeling today, young man ?" she offered politely. Before I could reply she continued, "MY you look WONDERFUL ! I see the operation was a complete success ! If there aren't any more problems, I imagine you can leave today ! La-la-la, la-la !" and she sat down in an adjacent chair. Then my doctor stepped in. I noticed at once that every single thing he said had a distinctly sarcastic ring to it, no sincerity whatsoever and he almost 'sang' when he spoke. "How are we feeling, hmmm ? Oh, I see you've had a chance to see the new YOU, heh - I really did outdo myself this time, right nurse Steeple ?" "Oh, yes, doctor !" she said approvingly and stood up to applaud. The doctor gave her a disparaging look and she sat down suddenly feeling a little rebuffed but the mocked grin returned to her face. The doctor addressed me, "Now, what do you remember ?" * * * I tried to think back. I knew I had come to see the doctor originally to question the ethics of his work and charge him for grand malpractice. I worked for a legal company called Gh()st, but - When I tried to say it though it felt like there was a pain in my upper lip where the needle went. I tried to say something. Anything. I finally shook my head and said, "I don't remember." He reached out and patted a gloved hand on my mutated back, "Well, that's for the best then isn't it ? Sometimes we forget things that cause us pain, and we're a better person for it. No sense in dragging the past into the present now is there ?" I didn't reply. He savagely brought his face very close to mine and I could distinctly smell chemicals that made me cough. Formaldehyde, from his breath ? "Now, how do you feel ?" "Feel ... ?" I paused in my speech. Finally I started to say, "I don't -" And I couldn't complete the sentence. He pulled back with a smug smirk on his face and nodded approvingly. "Good ! Well, I think you're just about fully recovered then. You were in a terrible accident, I'm sure you don't remember it." Then his voice went to a false apologetic tone, "Apparently someone was climbing down a fire escape and smashed the ladder into your skull." He tsked disapprovingly. "That's why your head hurts right now." I knew he was lying but I wanted, anything, to not think of memories because they were causing me physical pain in my upper lip that somehow pierced the back of my mouth to my - brain. I finally accepted what he said. I said quietly, "That must be it." "Good ... One last thing, think of it as a bonus, no charge, your credit is just fine here !" He suddenly nimbly leaped up straight in the air to grab what appeared to be a giant dentist's drill and without warning lunged at me, tackling me, and grinding it directly into my belly button screaming with insane enthusiasm. I tried to scream but my 3-mouths couldn't coordinate to do so, so I just moaned. I could hear the doctor laughing loudly and maniacally, singing some children's song. I tried to remember the song, and that made me feel better so I sang it with him. I remember seeing him continue to drill in my chest but beckon with his other hand for me to continue singing. And then I guess I lost consciousness and had this dream within a dream, another nightmare, but that's left for another tale ... DREAM ENDS Return back HOME   You are Earth Visitor #

Reviews

[annie lee]

Wow, spooky -- and so exquisitely dreamlike! In these few paragraphs, you have distilled a nightmare down to its essence, forced our mouths open and poured that essence down our throats. We are bound with the young man, stabbed with the needle and just as disoriented as he. This is great, fast-moving prose with just enough descriptions of the setting to instill terror in the reader and in the end, level the reader with emotional exhaustion. Just like a nightmare. Bravo.

[dw817]

I'm glad you liked it. Can I call you Auntie ? I'm just seeing your avatar of a nice and friendly woman and that's what I am reminded of. :) In any case, thanks - I have some very BAD nightmares, especially when my meds are unbalanced. I'll post a new one in lieu of upcoming Halloween this Monday.

[annie lee]

you can call whatever you wish. i am really enjoying your work.

[dw817]

Well I have one woman from Vietnam who adopted me in Facebook. I have in truth a very SMALL family in the real world. My sister, my step-mom who is out of state and I doubt we'll see her again and - really not much more than that.

I have a governess who visits and makes sure I'm staying healthy and all, she handles my finances. I bicycle to the store to buy stuff if I need it. Carlos is a friend of my Dad's and takes me to the Dr each Wednesday. I see my sister once a month out in the country. There is my Dad's sister but she is so far away and not in touch.

My real Mom is insane and I am directed not to talk or communicate to her ever again as she is considered a danger to both herself and me.

So - my Dad was the true friend and family I had and - he passed away 3-years ago. I saw him every single day except on Sundays when I visited Chris or my Mom. From 8am in the morning till 7pm at night.

When you are that close to a family member, when they are no longer there, you start to reach out - I'm still reaching.

My doctor says it's crazy for me to try and find a 'successor' to my Dad. And because of my past trust issues, if I do find someone who will offer to be my Dad they will also expect me to be intimate with them, and he explained to me what that meant, and no, I don't want that, not like the ward, I just want a Dad to be around.

So, Auntie it is. Aunt Annie. I think it has a nice ring to it. Thanks ... :)

[annie lee]

You are most welcome.

[Prritiy]

O my my You are genius in being ghost errr writing ghosts :P

and a very good imaginative mind.....

though ghost, fights are not my cup of tea rather coffee ;) i don't relish tea :)

best wishes

[dw817]

Curiously all I can remember of the organization Gh()st I worked for was that we were supposed to be secretive, quiet, and undiscovered. Certainly my cover was blown when I ran into this insane doctor.

[Prritiy]

so you did work for someone like this or this was a dream again :)

[Prritiy]

its a dream :)

[dw817]

No, it was a nightmare. I had many nightmares when my medications were unbalanced. A good portion of my Campfire Tales are entirely from nightmares I've had.

[Prritiy]

ohk.......