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Lately I’ve been noticing these lights across the room. Sometimes they’re blue, sometimes they’re red. The lights are sometimes circular, sometimes elliptical, always on the other side of whatever room I am in.
>Did they do anything other than being blue or red?
Just the other night the lights echoed. They were red, by the way. Couldn’t hear what the echo was exactly, it was something that just made some sort of noise. But now that I think about it, the noise was more of a thought, an emotion, than a noise. It was like if a hive of bees buzzed out a message, call it severe tinnitus and I probably would slap you. Take that for ringing in your ears, eh?
> Ha ha, that’s funny Mx. Martin. What happened next?
I woke up the next morning with my tongue feeling like someone dunked it in superglue, dragged it across a field of cotton and then got tossed into a pool of chlorine.
>That’s quite a visual.
And that’s not all. The lights had changed, but weren’t gone. Instead of just a small ring about two hand-widths apart, the entire wall was basked in this red glow.
> What shape was it in, this glow?
It was still the same shape, just bigger, a wall sized ring of red light.
> Did you hear anything?
> Mx. Martin?
I didn’t hear anything.
> Mx. Martin, I know you’ve got more to say.
I really didn’t hear anything. There was something, but I didn’t hear it.
> Mx. Martin.
When the ring, the small ring, echoed, the ring pulsed. That morning, the ring pulsed again, but I couldn’t hear anything. There was no echo.
> Maybe there wasn’t supposed to be an echo.
I wouldn’t know about that, but I do know this, that ring of light grew larger and is following me everywhere. Right now it is pulsing. BUT I CAN’T HEAR ANYTHING!!! THERE IS SOMETHING TO BE HEARD, BUT I CAN’T HEAR IT!!!
> Mx. Martin, please calm down, let’s take this outside alright? We should cool down by the pool.
Ican’ttakethisanymoreIcan’ttakethisanymore…
> Here, take a seat, I’ll put the kettle on. I need you to calm down Mx. Martin and breathe. I’ll be right back.
___
Martin, P. H.
Time of death: 11:30 AM
Cause of death: Severe head trauma, suicide
Remarks: None
___
> I suggest you relocate the “speakers" elsewhere, Captain. Civilians are uncomfortable.
>> I will ignore your suggestion.
> Might I ask why?
>> We will not speak of this matter.
>Did they do anything other than being blue or red?
Just the other night the lights echoed. They were red, by the way. Couldn’t hear what the echo was exactly, it was something that just made some sort of noise. But now that I think about it, the noise was more of a thought, an emotion, than a noise. It was like if a hive of bees buzzed out a message, call it severe tinnitus and I probably would slap you. Take that for ringing in your ears, eh?
> Ha ha, that’s funny Mx. Martin. What happened next?
I woke up the next morning with my tongue feeling like someone dunked it in superglue, dragged it across a field of cotton and then got tossed into a pool of chlorine.
>That’s quite a visual.
And that’s not all. The lights had changed, but weren’t gone. Instead of just a small ring about two hand-widths apart, the entire wall was basked in this red glow.
> What shape was it in, this glow?
It was still the same shape, just bigger, a wall sized ring of red light.
> Did you hear anything?
> Mx. Martin?
I didn’t hear anything.
> Mx. Martin, I know you’ve got more to say.
I really didn’t hear anything. There was something, but I didn’t hear it.
> Mx. Martin.
When the ring, the small ring, echoed, the ring pulsed. That morning, the ring pulsed again, but I couldn’t hear anything. There was no echo.
> Maybe there wasn’t supposed to be an echo.
I wouldn’t know about that, but I do know this, that ring of light grew larger and is following me everywhere. Right now it is pulsing. BUT I CAN’T HEAR ANYTHING!!! THERE IS SOMETHING TO BE HEARD, BUT I CAN’T HEAR IT!!!
> Mx. Martin, please calm down, let’s take this outside alright? We should cool down by the pool.
Ican’ttakethisanymoreIcan’ttakethisanymore…
> Here, take a seat, I’ll put the kettle on. I need you to calm down Mx. Martin and breathe. I’ll be right back.
___
Martin, P. H.
Time of death: 11:30 AM
Cause of death: Severe head trauma, suicide
Remarks: None
___
> I suggest you relocate the “speakers" elsewhere, Captain. Civilians are uncomfortable.
>> I will ignore your suggestion.
> Might I ask why?
>> We will not speak of this matter.
Original version can be found somewhere on my tumblr account.
snoop around and you might find it.
Continuity from Guinea Pig Bartleby? maybe.
(c) Gotterdam16
snoop around and you might find it.
Continuity from Guinea Pig Bartleby? maybe.
(c) Gotterdam16
© 2013 - 2024 Gotterdam16
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