''I Clean Crime Scenes and Hoarder Houses for a Living'' | FULL 2-HOUR STORY

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[Music] i'ma hazmat cleaning a very specific niche basically I clean hoarder houses as well as family homes after traumatic deaths it's a necessary job okay first imagine the worst thing that could possibly happen to you like being a parent who's teenager just shot herself or the survivor of a murder-suicide then imagine going home after the reports are filed and the detectives are done and having to scrub your loved ones dried brains off the walls yeah that's where I come in it's surprisingly easy to acclimate to corpses and go depending on the situation bloodstains can be hard to deal with only because they're always in context the splatter on the children's spongebob quilt the smears across the cheerfully rustic kitchen the violent spray of a family portraits the stark evidence of violence however the normal trappings of a family home can be disturbing but even that gets easier over time the hardest part is the smell sweet and almost GUI with undertones of vomit and fetid swamp sweat and unwashed skin the stench strengthens and weakens seemingly on a whim sometimes I swear it moves drifting across a room or directly overhead or lunging forward to Swami but the rest really doesn't bug me anymore even mattress is dripping with decomposition juice get unremarkable after a while yeah a couple of days ago I was a science with suicide hands the victim was a middle-aged lady with hoarding issues she lived alone her much older brother lived in a nursing home she called him like clockwork once a week suddenly she stopped calling for weeks passed and he was frantic he has dementia and other issues his sister was his only family the only one other than the parish priest who ever came to visit so he felt her absence keenly by the time his caretakers finally called in a welfare check his sister had been dead for at least three weeks gee it was pretty ghastly now as advanced decomposition tends to be the only one good thing I can say is at least it's been a cold spring out here low temperatures alleviate the stench somewhat the house is a neat narrow little two-story with a slightly overgrown yard and a tiny grove of apple trees out back nothing out of the ordinary inside was another story it's hard to describe bad hoarder situations entire rooms are overwhelmed with literal mountains of trash clothes and stuffed animals books and papers cheap gas station figurines cat litter dead animals how old electronics the list is endless and somehow looks the same just a morass of garbage and forgotten belongings steadily claiming the house from its human occupant this lady was no different treacherous slopes made from old newspapers and books filled every corner Christmas trees stuffed animals dishes garbage pillows and so much more filled out the rest Castro phobic filthy and foul-smelling as cleaners we typically just throw everything away the filth and biohazard issues make donation impossible if we find something valuable jewelry mantiques and so on we set it aside for the estate for the most part though these belongings are worth less than the trash bags we put them in again this lady was no different it took two days to clear up half to the back of the house and three days to actually empty out the rooms it took a full day to clear the stairs which for some reason well literally coated with a dried vegetation and what looked like a metric ton of table salt according to real estate information in which we always dredge up before entering a home the second level had two bedrooms and office this is where things suddenly got weird the bedrooms were immaculately clean which was impossible the entire stairwell had been packed floor to ceiling with garbage there's no way this lady would have been able to clean up here even if she'd been climbing through a window every day the entire situation defied hoarder behavior ignoring a sudden case of the creeps I inspected each bedroom while thoroughly permeated with the stench of the ladies recently removed corpse they were utterly spotless the paint on the walls even glistened the office was more like it stuff from floor to ceiling with dead plants specimen cases and paintings about a dozen taxidermy animals sat in neat row facing the wall it wasn't as filthy as the downstairs by any means but it was much more in line with my expectations due to the smell most of the stuff cool as it was couldn't be salvaged there's just no reliable way to get three weeks of steadily worsening corpse tents out of house or belongings even so I took a good look at most of it I'm an amateur zoologist thought I was gonna be steve-o and when I grew up majored in biology and everything so this is where it all gets awfully strange first the specimen cases these are the small glass displays usually around 12 by 12 the people used to pin dead bugs and blossoms you know like what if eyes and beetles now these things were definitely bugs but they weren't normal for example one was a coppery caterpillar with a flat almost humanoid face pinkish skin wrinkles eyelid sinking down into empty sockets and everything so now there was this arachnid thing with a blush crab-like body and a single desiccated eye appearing up from the thorax yet another looked underdeveloped almost fatal in at wrinkled sage colored flesh and long is that reminded me of a basset hound at this point I was pretty sure I'd stumbled on some eccentric lady's collection of gag gifts the taxidermy animals made the joke theory a lot harder to believe the first one I saw was this tiny slow eyed thing with beautiful features corrupted by unnatural proportions the second was basically a giant lacquered anemone with what must have been a thousand rock rimmed holes boring through the tentacles the worst looked like a person with a frozen open mouth smile that spread to its ears and five glassy eyes arching over the upper lip by this point I felt paranoid even frightened this wasn't right none of this was right a typical hoarder house on the first floor blocked off from a pristine empty second floor a typical hoarder house on the first floor blocked off from a pristine empty second floor and what were these things sophisticated fakes somebody's forgotten the heart installation but how did these things get up here and how are they all so clear because I was no longer sure if these items qualified as garbage I carefully sorted and stacked everything and then I got started on the walls paintings cluttered every inch literally fitting together like puzzle pieces most were more or less unremarkable if cool-looking lots of surreal landscapes and stylized creatures which are catnip to my fantasy loving self but one painting in particular trapped my attention and wouldn't let it go about seven feet tall and maybe three feet wide it dominated the room rendered in a hundred shades of green and black and gray it depicted a misty primeval forest drenched in moonlight luminescent flowers sprouted how long are praised tangles of tree roots a tall forbidding figure peered through the trees half cloaked in soft darkness no features but the suggestion of strength was clear in his broad shoulders and long sinewy limbs a curtain of hair reflected the moonlight I couldn't discern the color the shadows were through deep the lines and hues of the figure to indistinct to even begin to guess after a few minutes I realized all the hair on my arms was standing on him with a huge cathartic shudder I spun around and pretended to survey the room or rather pretended I wasn't afraid as trying to mentally reset a draft swept the room wet pool almost inviting and after the endless odor of human rods beautifully sweet trying to remember when I'd open the window I turned for a long mesmerizing minutes I couldn't understand what I was seeing that enormous painting had come to lie tendrils of strange leaves swayed in that chilly fresh win the glowing and flowers bogged flattening slightly against the roots is the wind buffeted them somewhere deep in that unearthly landscape a high atonal song sounded wordless and open throated I imagined it echoing off icy peaks and down below in low swampy valleys it made me think of forests and mountains wild rivers and endless Plains the only thing I couldn't picture was the creature singing the song the figure stood silently only its hair moved rippling in the wind like a banner then it took a long sure-footed step forwards moonlight glanced off his face illuminating an impossible sharp cheekbone in a dark cavernous eye I bolted I tripped down the stairs falling flat on my face at the landing then scrabbled up and ran out of the house but I think I even locked the door I know I shouldn't go back I don't know what that thing in the painting is honestly I'm not even convinced he's real ever thing is I want to go back not because I'm fearless far far from it but because I want to know more I'm not the only one am i I mean how do you look at this stuff and not ask what why or how how do you not want to cross the threshold into that painting and see what's there I don't know part of me definitely wants to call in sick for the next month but part of me wants to go back maybe even tonight like I said I don't think I even lock the door I won't necessarily go upstairs or anything I just be making sure the place is secure before I go if I go at all has anyone encountered something like this do any of those taxidermy creatures ring a bell I know it's a shot in the dark but if you have any ideas I'd like to hear them I went back to the house early this morning the smell of human rot still clung to everything like invisible fungus but other than that he was starting to look alright the carpets still had to come up but everything else on the first floor was done and I wasn't brave enough to go into the taxidermy room by myself I did however check out the preternaturally clean bedrooms the first one was a spotless impersonal and unremarkable as I remembered more like a hotel room than a bedroom the second had a dirty plate on the bedspread on a crusty old coat crumpled on the floor someone had broken into the house last night all because I've been too chickenshit to go back and lock the door heart pounding I checked the closet under the bed nothing then I prodded the coat it looked to be big enough to cover a person a massive pile of brown fur encrusted with dark dirt handfuls of tender green shoots sprouted along the shoulders and back I plucked one feeling a mixture of curiosity confusion an inexplicable paranoia then I looked at the plates crumbles of dirt and greenery mix with what look like sticks all overlaid with an odd gossamer shimmer I leaned in and almost immediately reared back long dark spider legs and tiny translucent bug wings shuddering I swept through the house or intruders I even peeked into the taxidermy room but found no one the isolation and general weirdness got overwhelming really fast so I went outside and waited my boss let's call him Kurt pulled up around 7 when he saw the taxidermy animals his exact words were just fake freakshow shit a lady used to work for a circus guess you found her mementos he looked the giant hole filled anemone up and down with a grimace he's real nice anyway you're right we need an appraiser what about the other rooms up here yeah they have beds and dresses I hesitated I didn't mention the sprouted coat or spider legs I'm not sure why I know it was dishonest gotcha he stepped toward the door already said to leave I'll make some calls that way we can be sure we're not throwing away anything her brother's gonna want and after that we he cut off frowning just as a painfully cold breeze knifed through the room yeah why is it so cold in here I glanced at the painting involuntarily Kurt tracked my gaze and froze long fern like leaves swayed in the damp wind hazy moon light filtered through thin ribbons of clouds reflecting off a pristine scream of snow that most certainly hadn't been there yesterday dead knots of flower vines clustered around icy tree roots further testament to the senseless passage of time within Kurt approached the painting the same care and stance one might use on a growling pitbull I wanted to stop him but didn't quite dare to not like I could do anything anyway I'm built like Frodo Baggins and he's basically Geralt of Rivia except clean he tapped the picture frame experimentally and then reached inside the ambient light from the snow reflected off the hazmat suit turning it and almost angelic white it's so cold did you know about this yeah he frowned studying the feathery leaves on the trees for future reference this is not the kind of shit you sit on for 12 hours he pulled his arm back briskly rubbing some heat back into it then he turned and beelined for the door a terminal case of the creeps overtook me the second he crossed the threshold so I hurried after him to my mingled dismay and excitement Kurt decided we were going to explore he pulled ropes police and harnesses out of the van and got to work I did tell him about the figure I'd seen yesterday rather than fear or trepidation a wild almost feverish excitement lit his face so there are people in there we harnessed up and anchored the ropes as if preparing for a descent rather than a simple walk of course he went in first my washed heart in my throat is that silvery wraithlike light washed over him the tree branches cast spidery shadows that played over his form like living things ice crunched under every careful step he grew confident quickly and kept moving growing steadily smaller as he disappeared into the trees by the time the Rope pulled taut he had been inside the painting at least five minutes I strained to hear except for the gentle rustling of the wind everything was silent finally the Rope went slack a breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding washed out of me several minutes later Kurt's form finally came back into view jarringly anachronistic and terribly terribly small against the primeval backdrop the towering forest spilled into a field of boulders almost eclipsing him the trees and enormous tangled roots in the foreground framed the landscape strangely bathed in that cold hazy moonlights it all looked like something out of a fever dream excitement cost through me overtaking my fear I could barely wait for him to get back I wanted to go in there more than I'd want in anything in my life he finally emerged shivering and immediately reached for a water bottle mud leaves and the delicate webbing of mass coated his gloves it's caught in there he breathed I can't believe how fucking cold I can't believe it's fucking freon I clipped my harness in and we switched places the second I stepped across the frame I gasped the chill was so powerfully shocking I felt like I'd been punched I tried catching my breath but the stunning even alien beauty of the scenery made it impossible everything was so much vaster inside the boulders in the near distance were at least the size of houses the trees easily ten times my height towered on all sides enormous nests of moss hung from the branches drifting dreamily in the wind thought of entering that ancient forest made me shudder so I veered to the right instead the snowy landscape extended several hundred yards terminating in what looked like a ridge I walked briskly trying to ignore a highly uncomfortable unnerving sensation it felt like my muscles weren't contracting correctly it's hard to explain but you know how whenever you breathe I'll take a step everything contracts and then expands it's like I was stuck in that expanded state like my body couldn't tighten up again leaving everything unnaturally loose when strengthened dangerously as I trumped toward the ridge the snow seemed odd possibly refrozen crunchy thin and deceptively slippery I moved carefully steering clear of crystalline rocks and the occasional struggling sprig of greener I searched the sky for stars but the dreamy haze created by the moon reflecting off gauzy Klaus obliterated whatever constellations there might have been steadfastly ignoring the unsettling boneless quality of my movements I made it to the ridge straight down a sheer rocky slope glittering with ice and deep blue veins of crystal said a dark valley nestled in the center were labyrinths in ruins dominated by a looming black pyramid arranged in weathered steps it looked both inexpressibly ancient and eerily futuristic the side facing me reflected the sky like a hallucinatory collection of enormous silver mirrors the rest of it was in distinct shadow he looked alive somehow like sentient darkness masking itself in a facade of light at the top of the pyramid stood a tall thin figure face turned to the sky long hair whipped wildly in the wind bright and filmy as the clouds overhead heavy gust of wind shrieked past buffeting me dangerously close to the edge I turned sharply and hunched now hurrying back to the house temperatures dropped as the winds grew and soon enough I was shaking ice and moon and bright snow mingle together creating a glistening dreamy atmosphere tree branches groaned as the wind tore their delicate Nets of moss away somewhere in the distance opposite the pyramid that strange atonal song echoed my bones and muscles felt looser than ever the vibrations from that voice caused painfully through my body and for a few delirious moments I was afraid that frequency would rupture my insides finally the warm mundane glow of a taxidermy room appeared among the trees I caught a glimpse of Kurt's face peering around the edge and I rushed inside after the bitter chill of the painting the room felt dangerously and oppressively hot what do you see Kurt asked I described the pyramid as best I could as well as the slender long-haired giant gazing at the clown's all about the thing making that sound the song continued to echo in the distance brimming with emotion I felt too insignificant to comprehend did you see it no Kurt started pacing all the while staring nervously the painting if he put all these things on the manifest yeah well you do it take it all off Kurt what what's your solution you really want to put all this shit up for auction I don't know about you but I don't want to end up shot by the fucking men in black he paused and took a deep shaky breath okay tell you what I'll take care of the manifest that way nothing's on you all you have to do is keep your mouth shut and we're done with this house in a couple of days then you don't have to worry about it anymore panic and anger exploded no you don't get to take it his eyebrows crawled all the way up into his hair my in sighs instantly withered but I held my ground I found this painting I could have stolen the damn thing and he wouldn't have been any that wise he didn't get to steal it from me kurz expression smooth and to my surprise I saw a hint of relief it's not like I want to do it alone kiddo you scared me that for a minute thought you didn't want anything to do with it and that's all well I do good he peeled his gloves off and absently scratched his palms we'll leave it here till we clear out on Thursday give ourselves some time to figure out what to do with it sound good yeah I answered because well there was nothing else to say I spent the rest of the day pulling up the carpets downstairs he wasn't scheduled to help me today but but he understandably wants the house clear as soon as possible well I'm not complaining at this point looks like I be getting paid to explore her an alien world Kurt cut the day short after developing a pretty ugly allergic reaction to the filth under the carpet even with the hazmat suits he ended up with huge hives spreading from his fingers all the way to his elbows I wanted to stay and finish it but he didn't want me alone with that painting yes fair enough I think on the way out I asked his bread fresh salt along the stairs and sheepishly told him why he made fun of me for believing superstitious bullshit but let me do it anyway honestly I'm glad Kurt knows and I'm relieved he's taking the lead having someone else in charge makes this less frightening and more exhilarating I'm scared don't get me wrong but for the first time in my life I can't wait to see what happens tomorrow last night I had strange nightmares elegant man decayed faces and beautiful women in jewel encrusted bull headdresses towering horns shadows and spidery monstrosity z' with wet rotten flesh swinging from their bones by 4:00 a.m. I was trapped in that dreamy high-alert state of paranoia peculiar to exhaustion sleep wasn't the possibility it's not like I was eager to welcome more nightmares anyway so I got ready for work suited up and drove to the suicide house just as the Sun rose I ripped up the last of the downstairs carpet and hauled it outside struggling to ignore a sense of feverish almost overpowering excitement terrified as I was I couldn't wait to re-enter the port the anticipation was almost painful the only thing keeping me from hurtling in there on my own was cowardice Kurt still on the ride by the time I'd finished the carpet so mindful of the squatter issue from yesterday I checked the upstairs bedrooms one was normal as expected heart lurching I tentatively opened the second room and froze tangles of vines drape the wars and clotted the bed a cool earthy scent permeated the air reminding me of wet woods after a winter rain storm the morning light filtered through the leaf colored window infusing the room with an eerie green radiance in the corners and under the bed clusters of half-open blossoms glowed faintly in the dim I stepped inside jumping with something crunched underfoot a vine had snapped I kneeled down to take a look the dark stem burst with leaves furred blossoms and long wicked thorns Silveri drops of resin seep from the broken stall carefully avoiding the thorns lest I tear my suit I strode to the window greenery coated everything masking all but the faintest hints of furniture unbidden I thought of how where the wild things are that brought to mind the furry sprout covered coat I'd seen yesterday and I found it by the beds covered in a mound of greenery i ginger Leto of vines away grimacing his clumps of Filth cake fur came up to pretty soon the coat was in tatters the vines had wormed through and separated it to the point of ruin and before long I found myself holding patches of fur and tanned brittle hide I pulled out the last few pieces working it free of the stems and thorns when something shifted it rolled under the vines rustling the leaves and flowers as it went I reached for it I was so short my fingertips barely grazed the hard around its surface with the careful calculated strain I hooked it with my thumb and pulled it out for inspection it was a skull brown and uncomfortably soft with a massive snout and no eye sockets disgust and panic subsumed me before I could think I tossed it into the corner and stood it took all my willpower to leave the room slowly the only thing keeping me in check was the certainty that the thorns would shred my suit if I wasn't careful fighting off a shudder I finally exited decided to check the taxidermy room I pushed the door open half expecting a pile of thorny plants to tumble out the window here faced away from the Sun leaving everything shrouded in shadow even in the darkness something felt terribly wrong I studied the room for several tense moments before it hit me but taxidermy had a house yesterday and the day before they'd been neatly arranged against the north side of the room now they stood around the portal facing the door the five eyed humanized with a wide mouth took pride of place positioned directly before the painting the long-haired figure it returned to the frame it rested on his haunches poised like a sprinter about to take off slam the door and ran downstairs struggling not to hyperventilate salt crunched him pleasantly under my feet the way the house trapped the thick syrupy morning light reminded me of my nightmares all shades of orange and gold and red I ran outside a door clattered loudly behind me across the street a blonde neighbour lady stopped and stared I avoided eye contact and pretended to busy myself with the equipment in the van my hands shook as I struggled to calm myself it was 7:30 Kurt would be here any minute he'd sought shit out one way or another just a few more minutes and excuse me now whirled around the neighbor woman reared back nervously I'm sorry to bother you I just got back into town her gaze drifted curiously over my shoulder then snapped back to me when she noticed me watching I was wandering with that suit and whatnot is everything okay I shrugged and gave the party line I'm with a cleaning company man I don't know anything about this situation Oh her tone turned mildly aggressive it's just that I spoke with my neighbor about a week ago I just thought he would have mentioned a cleaning company she looked my hazmat suit up and down with a tight meaningful smile especially a serious one like yours I'm weak yeah can't said the occupant had been dead for almost a month before anyone found her but this lady had spoken to her a week ago and what was this about a male named ma'am I'm sorry I'm just an employee I can show you my credentials sir give you my boss's number but she backed off immediately no no it's fine no worries just a little concerned with tighten it here I waited until she crossed the street then called Kurtz he didn't answer maybe he was driving and he only lived 15 maybe 20 minutes away he'd arrive any second half an hour passed before I gave up I went to his house when I got there both his vehicles were in the driveway he didn't answer the door so I tried the knob locked of course Kurt fighting a surge of panic I felt around for a spare key I found one tucked into a crack in the door frame it took a minute to pry out but it fit the lock just fine Kurt it's just me I he sat naked and cross-legged in the living room floor right in the middle of the light streaming through the window he looked up at me sunlight through his features into sharp relief and turned the beads of sweat on his face to diamonds stay there he whispered and shut up I looked him over horror building in my chest my Gorge froze holes a hideous trip a phobic nightmare spreading from his biceps to fingertips hundreds of them small and dark and round like termite burrows all rimmed in red welted flesh they don't like the Sun he whispered I think he kills them my stomach heaved kill what have a look bruised eBags puffed out under his eyes making him look twenty years older and terribly sick keep your suit on and now beside him and forced myself to look sunlight bounced off the bottom of the holes revealing soft glistening white flesh but first I thought they were deep boils then I noticed they were quivering finally I saw the eyes tiny and fish-like flitting wildly to and from I am mitad a low whine that made me want to shoot myself and dart his voice broke look some whore already dead he rolled one of his wrists and sure enough a few of the holes had bubbled over with jelly two of those goldfish eyes were suspended in the murk glinting like tiny coins I tried to call 9-1-1 but Kurt threatened to attack and infect me the thing is he's four times my size he'd have no trouble hurting me in the short interval between the phone call and the ambulances arrival I'm pretty tough but the thought of those holes are those quivering jelly worms burrowing into my skin oh no I let him die before letting him pass those on to me he asked me to sit with him and I obliged every once in a while I'd hear a small pop then he'd gasp as a geezer of translucent echo bubbled out of the holes after a while that viscous gel covered his arms shining with an iridescent that made my stomach churn I swam in the gunk slowly dripping onto the carpet you called them inside the painting I finally asked he released a shaky breath in those woods there was something like a weird giant skeleton I tripped and went down under the ribs into a patch of thistles and look like poked a few holes in my gloves it punctured your gloves and you came back through what was I fucking supposed to stay in there I heard another low wet pop Kurt hissed is a tiny volcano of pale gel whose door his left wrist obscuring several holes they made me sick and panicky but I could barely look away well there are plants in one of the bedrooms now I explained everything as quickly as I could from the flower vines and soft and eyeless skull to the ominous rearrangement of the taxidermy animals he tried to interrupt but I kept going what do you know about the lady who lived there love him he answered calmly but for just an instant his face flickered really because a lady from across the street came over and told me her neighbour is very much alive I stood up he followed suit grimacing only slightly where are you going to the office my throat was painfully dry I'm gonna find her brothers information without thinking I bolted for the door and caught me easily and tight as a vise around my elbow jelly and glittering eyes smeared my suit you're not gonna tell anyone anything then tell me what's going on okay he dragged me back to the living room and threw me on the sofa that house is mine thousand horrifying conclusions round through my head but the lady who lived there was my wife so this is more or less what he said Kurt's wife Evy has been missing a lot longer than four weeks their relationship was fraught and they separated they're not divorced six years ago he checked in periodically always hoping for the possibility of reconciliation but that never happened the last time he spoke to her was over a year ago she'd sounded terrified Kurt didn't think much of it as Evy was prone to hysteria and not mentally or emotionally well after that she'd stopped taking his calls about four months ago she knocked on his front door but it couldn't have been her Evie was 56 years old the girl on the porch would have been a dead ringer except she was 30 years too young she was giggly and excited and uttered endless strings of gibberish when he freaked out she shoved him into a wall with enough force to knock him out when he came to she was gone and as he shortly found out so was Evie's house now her house was always on the property but it was never the right house every day Kurt saw a different structure and different occupants he saw everything from tacky Judas style condos to low-slung sprawl as two wood cottages and once a turreted blue monstrosity but finally just a couple of weeks ago the house reverted to the neat little two-story he'd bought for her after their separation he broke in and immediately back gagging from the overpowering stench he found her sprawl on the living room liquefying corpse slowly bonding into the carpet when he checked the house afterward even going so far as to use a ladder to peer into the upstairs windows he found nothing strange certainly known taxidermy monstrosities or trans dimensional portals the house hasn't changed since but the weird specimens and awful painting appeared recently he's afraid this means the house is about to disappear again go fine just fucking Danny why the goddamn hell did you involve me ice no I couldn't go in after seeing her like that he answered quietly I sense deception here maybe in a mission maybe an outright lie I couldn't tell I didn't have the presence of mind to pin him down and instead I angrily blurted why did you tell me she worked for the circus she did the house is the circus so I don't know if you know this but circus has a definition other than the clowns and elephants variety the circus is a sort of open public space where several avenues converge circuses have been the crux of his last phone conversation with Evy she sought that she was tired of the circus the circus wanted too much that she no longer knew what to do with this circus so what's the goal here I made my voice deliberately callous you own the house why don't you just burn it all down because he cut off hissing a series of unwholesome pops filled the room fluid erupted from a dozen holes in his arms he grimaced his there girl whenever she was wasn't my wife she was too young I think evening might be alive in the painting through the portal he corrected he spread his arms a rain of jelly patted to the floor I didn't want to involve you but I can't do this alone sure you can I thought Italy but I didn't say it because well you know what I can't get the idea of the circus out of my hair an untold number of avenues from different dimensions and realities converging on a single unremarkable spot in the West Coast grossest mid-sized city well and that bitterly cold beautiful world of luminescent moon flowers and trees draped embrace taking the intricate Nets of moss and the labyrinth of course that dark labyrinth with a black pyramid at its center I'll never have a chance like this again never in my life okay I said what do you want me to do lay in the yard for a while in the Sun just in case these things are on your suit then go home I'll call you when the infestation is dead I did as he said lingering in his yard till sunset I checked on him one more time still stretched out on his livingroom carpet squeezing fluid from most sickening holes and then went home I've been waiting for him to call ever since I hope his infestation is done I know I have a lot of other things to worry about I can't stop thinking about those holes in curse skin it's great that sunlight kills them but I'm scared of what will happen in the dark by midnight I still hadn't heard from Kurt which was surprising he'd been doing extremely well for a man whose arms look like fleshy honeycombs and I expected him to check in periodically if only to let me know he was still alive it occurred to me that I was expecting too much under the circumstances it's easy to forget that I'm his employee not his friend or anything else my impatience probably seems ridiculous but the drive to learn no understand and seek is all-consuming the prospect of exploring a new world is overwhelming I want an adventure so much it's what I've wanted my entire life then there's Kurt he's a good guy and I care about him probably more than I should I want to help him and feelings aside I have no way to explore this new world if Kurt dies so around 11:30 on Tuesday night I decided to go check on I opened my door I only defy myself face-to-face with a stranger it was a woman copper eyed and terribly pale with a choppy tangled mess of black hair Chris she whispered yes I said automatically Kurt's at the circus she said he needs your help I trusted her for a second before every alarm in my body went off I tried to slam a door but she struck forward and wrapped cold fingers around my wrist the second she touched me her pallor warmed into a heartbreaking peaches and cream complexion doll eyes brightened and dirty hair turned smooth and thick my own fear and panic evaporated replaced with a single-minded objectives help I drove to the house with the stranger the car didn't agree with her within moment she was whimpering and vomiting but I was so focused on my goal that she barely even registered when we got there she grabbed my hand and walked me to the second floor you're the only one allowed inside strings of vomit glistened on her chin she pointed to the vine choke bedroom in there she retreated as I threw open the door even in my mesmerized snakes the room shocked me it was nothing but a lush grove of vines striated leaves and soft luminescent flowers I entered cat vines crunched under my feet I winced only slightly as a thorn tore through the sole of my shoe and punched a hole in my heel blood gushed soaking the sock and dripping through the hole I shook it irritably vaguely satisfied as drop spattered against leaves and padlocks flowers flared brightly where the blood hands the light swiftly spread from flower to flower a multicolored chain reaction of bright blossoms a shadow shifted in the corner relief flooded me and I ran over God are you okay the figure reared up glowing flowers illuminated an eyeless head that might have been bovine were it not for the tea I thought of the coat that strange fur coat full of dirt and sprouts no not a coat a skin but it had been dead I'd seen and touched its skull I'd pulled its high to pieces how was it still alive a creature lurched forward woody vine snapped under massive pause long looping teeth reflected the eerie light of the flowers my turn and ran slamming the door just as a creature pounced it hit the door with a bone-shaking crow I darted toward the stairs stopping when I saw the girl no longer whole and healthy not even human leathery skin cascaded from her limbs lumping and folding over itself her head was wide and flat three enormous eyes a super rating snub nose I spent around and ran to the other bedroom it was locked to my shock voices and music issued from behind it I pounded on the door screaming but no one responded if anything the music soft playful piping actually got a louder the eyeless monster tore a hole in the other door started to squeeze through once again I lunged for the stairwell but the girl walked growing into a multi limbed monstrosity I screamed and dashed to the taxidermy room locking the door behind me the muffled sounds of music and laughter permeated the room punctuated by the frantic snarling of the eyeless monster the taxidermy animals had changed position yet again flanking the painting like an honor guard somehow the paintings perspective had changed instead of that stunning Sylvan landscape of trees and flower growing vines it displayed a breathtaking vista of a labyrinth valley the pyramid loomed to the left cubed steps flashing silver in the moonlight a warm breeze drifted from the painting carrying strains of that alien song and the wet marine scent peculiar to Lush summons summertime yesterday that land had been in the throes of a winter oh what's going on the monster crashed into the door breaking my reverie while sending an explosion of splinters across the room without thinking I ran into the portal humid sweet smelling air enveloped me soft tangles of grass and wildflowers carpeted the ground finally I noticed the pain radiating from my punctured phones my entire shoe squirrels with every step making my stomach churn the pyramid towered nearby ringed on all sides by a maze of massive walls awestruck I started to slow down just as I heard a heavy thudding gallop they looked over my shoulder saw the eyeless creature tearing through the grass ran low to the ground long snout stretched outward I sprinted toward the labyrinth and veered wildly to the right an unbroken expanse of wall curved as far as I could see even through my fear I marveled at it the walls were smooth and richly dark carvings covered every surface a mixture of unrecognizable characters and hieroglyphs finally I saw a light soft and soothing green it reflected off the walls like a beak grimly ignoring the galloping monstrosity behind me I put on a final burst of speed and ran to the entrance the eyeless think caught just as I crossed the threshold batting me down i squirmed away heedless of the sharp undergrowth prickling my skin he caught me easily and swiped burning pain subsumed my wrist followed by a cascade of slick wet heat light erupted all around the flowers again blazing to life cradled my injured wrist shivering as blood streamed over my fingers the monster thrust its snout against my throat for a terrible instant his teeth pressed into the soft skin then it pulled back leaving a cluster of fur and sprouts in the hollow of my throat I caught my knees sobbing scuttled away the pale light illuminated it fully a broad bony crests lay atop its long snouts creating a sharp angle that somehow looked inorganic then brittle skin stretched painfully over its skull splitting apart in several places to reveal the bone Vinnie didn't have enough flesh to cover his teeth or gums resulting in a perpetual snarl its head was enormous far too large for its low muscular body tried to raise his head but couldn't the snout lifted several inches before plummeting back into the earth the monstrosity retreated suddenly disappearing into the tall grass as a shadow swept across me I turned around already knowing what I would see sleek long hair Shan light was inhumanly sharp flames created an angular hypnotic face that was equal past breathtaking and horrified he knelt in front of me I kicked away feet tangling in the long grass but grab my hands and Courtney close his skin glimmered strangely moon white and iridescent comprised at a delicate overlapping pattern that reminded me of stan's he inspected my womb I am grip pressing down to the bone then he passed my wrist to his forehead smearing my blood all over his face somewhere in the labyrinth a throaty atonal song began to echo finally he brought the gash to his mouth and sucked agony immediately exploded I thought of poison venom acid eating me down to the bone this was it this was fucking it I was dying outside an alien pyramid in a shitty painting while a half-starved reptilian dissolved me with his tongue i whited out some time later I woke propped against the labyrinth I shot up and scanned my surroundings nothing no lights no monsters just brambly flower fields in the endless curve of the war I retraced my path and soon found the portal to the taxidermy room I entered anxiously everything was still and silent with no music or laughter to be heard I hurried into the hallway now eyeless monsters or warped Marty limb girls waiting on the stairs I solved with relief and ran downstairs but stopped when I saw the front door the five eyed taxidermy monstrosity sat just to the side glass irises littered over his unsettling wraparound smile it looked for all the world like I caught it in the act of blocking the door I was relieved sobs morphed into frightened crying but what was I supposed to do go to the backyard taking my eyes off this thing in the process no fighting a surger panic I tiptoed to the door staying as far away from the creature as I could it's it's Howard over me the top of its head grazed the doorframe had it been that big before I couldn't remember with a choke grasp I opened the door and ran out into the night I expected it to follow but I reached my car safely I thought immediately if curbed the Warped girl had used him to lure me away maybe this meant he was dead maybe it meant something even worse I had to know either way so I drove to his house struggling to suppress visions of Limbs so full of holes that they split apart when I pulled up I saw all his lights are on I got out of the car almost laughing with a relief this relief soured when occurred opened the door I stopped in my tracks he looked on well his hair lay slicked against his scalp and his skin glistened under the porch lights my stomach cleansed well I approached anyway Kurt I sorry for stopping by this late I just he shushed me and beckoned his movements were slow almost clumsy where have you been he whispered I've been trying to call you all fucking day my skin prickled why are you okay I just come inside he hissed now an imaginary itch dirty and pervasive dreamed its way across my skin but it wasn't enough to stop me none of it was not the portal or the pyramid not the eyeless monster or the long-haired man certainly not Kurtz or the deep burrowing holes in his arms so I went to him up close her skin looked painfully weird far too smooth and almost slimy like you coded himself in a thin layer of Vaseline and his arms the holes were gone Oh unblemished flesh not only heal but completely regenerated I slowed to a halt unwilling to march up those steps I couldn't believe what I was seeing instead of the usual brown his eyes look coppery and somehow multifaceted they weren't Kurt's eyes with horror I realized they weren't even human eyes a hundred tiny shimmering discs composed each iris the eyes of the parasites that burrowed into his skin parasite Kurt smiled you scared my knees felt watery and terribly weak my car was closed but would I be able to outrun him would I be able to run at all her shoulders heaved he started to chuckle and a voice his voice came brothe from inside the house and from the body in front of me I'm scared too but holy shit come have a look Kurt Hale sick exhausted cat appeared behind his shiny doppelganger they laughed in tandem and then waved me inside shiny Kurt's movements were clumsy and lagged slightly that there was no doubt about it they were moving together I tried to run but my knees gave out and I felt instead shiny Kurt help me up in the process leaving a glistening handprint of film on my arm come inside he repeated yeah one Kerdi scary enough with two I had no chance of getting away so I followed his parasite double ganger into the house what is this I asked her grinned with a surge of nausea I noticed that his arms remained parked with dark inflamed holes the sunlight didn't kill them it made them grow an unsettling mixture of fear disbelief and irritation rattled my already shot nerves your parasites grew you a new buck and you're happy I can control him Kurt threw his arms into the air a fraction of a second later shiny Kurt followed suit I can speak through him and I can see through his eyes he ran his hands through his hair laughing triumphantly is his doppelganger did the same he's me another part of me okay Kurt this isn't what if there were more inside you there aren't anymore his certainty gave me a chill for the first time since he started I wanted no part of it they're all him now somehow I taught both Kurt's into sleeping it's been several hours now I'm worried about Kurt the holes in his arms look infected even worse I lost a lot of time I last spoke to curtain Tuesday afternoon it's now Thursday evening an entire day passed while I was in that portal and that doesn't make sense at all according to the way the seasons changing the painting time passes more quickly there and than it does here as for the injury inflicted by the eyeless thing it looks alright the edges are too pale with an iridescent sheen that can't about for too long I can't think about Kurt either really I've tried to sleep a few times but whenever I drift off I hear the faint sound of that piping combined with the atonal singing I heard in the labyrinth every time I wake up I have to fight the urge to return to the house to that Hort I'm finally afraid finally seeing this entire situation for the horror show it is rather than the adventure I wanted it to be I don't know what I'm gonna do they know my name and they have my blood I don't think I have a way out anymore it has a closet full of sprouts and human bones I found it by accident the other night after he and his parasite doppelganger fell asleep it looked like a shrine Tango's and vines coated the walls competing for space with glassy striated leaves and those luminescent night blossoms the bones were suspended from the ceiling vine snake through sockets and ribs hoisting them up as effectively as a harness sprouts cover everything like confetti unlike the flowers their dead hole but dry fragile and crumbling from root to crown I reached out to touch them I don't know why I didn't want to it was an um thoughtless compulsion almost like a spell the greenery enveloped my arm gentle and cool like mist my fingertips quivered a fraction of an inch from the sprouts and one of them twitch dry matter plumped and darkened growing into a rich green chute with lush leaves the roots Nate upward at the bottom I saw an i small round and metallic like that of a codfish I reared back and slam the door then obsessively scanned my skin for sprouts and eyes I heard footsteps from the living room what are you doing Kurt shadow preceded him stretching over the wall what's in there I screamed Eevee he hold it in the mouth of the hall Bruzzi shadows and painful hollows Mar his face making him look horrific Elise ich the real one what do you mean the real the body I found in the house wasn't her it was the younger copy than when I told you about emotion vaguely to the living room when she was parasite twin more like him than anything but not quite he rubbed his neck fretfully I'll tell you what I know coming to the kitchen I did as he said and sat at the table while he clattered around trembling he throw on a pair of yellow dishwashing gloves then brewed tea and put together a plate of cold leftovers he set both in front of me and took a seat at the opposite end of the table only when I started to eat and drink did he speak he had a lot of problems he began naturally from what Curt had described Evie was insane she claimed to be the victim of an adoption gone wrong a kid who'd slipped through the cracks and been sold to a new parent that parent was a rich woman who supposedly ran a network of private schools for disadvantaged you Evie told her the schools were just a front for a breeding program and a training regimen to create what she called obedient sociopaths according to Evie the babies were invariably used in rituals rituals for what I asked to create circuses he answered among other things Evie told Kurt all about circuses basically from day one the circus is a locust a place where several planes of reality converge circuses do not occur naturally they have to be built and building a circus is a horrific violent process even worse the builders have no say over which planes converge more often than not you end up with a circus that you can't control filled with beings and artifacts that actually use you entities that possess the ability to manipulate or rewrite reality on a whim we can't comprehend these beings because we exist on the most mundane of Plains not due to chance but because we has a species expect and require the Monday we influence and shape our own reality to suit our comfort zone collective will functions as a creative force but that collective will isn't enough to control these entities circuses help with that a proper circus acts as a cage but like all cages the bars rust and the logs break if you aren't careful that was why Evie left him her guardian old now on her death bed all of her to take care of the circus Kurtz was flabbergasted what kind of horror story fairy tale MKULTRA shit was this EB claim they kill him if she didn't do it but his life was in danger as well as the world itself when he tried to stop her she assaulted him he got hurt temporarily committed on a 72-hour psychiatric hold but when he went to see her the next day she wasn't there no one even confirmed that she'd been there at all she disappeared two years later he found her by accident she looked awful he was desperately lonely a bad guardian she kept saying I'm a bad Guardian and she asked him to stay with her he was happy to do it he worried about her he missed her he loved the next day he zipped back to his place to gather some belongings when he returned to Evie's house it was gone in place of her charming little two story said a sprawling ranch house occupied by a couple with a kindergarten aged daughter and a newborn son Kurt came back every day and each time he saw a different house occupied by different people I one noticed but after a couple more years of this the young version of Eevee came to his hips just like it said before he followed her back to the circus house and made it inside where he found the real Eevee the wrong one got violent and knocked him out when he came to both were gone the wrong version returned to him several times after that even though he was afraid he always followed every time because that was the only way to reliably find Eva's house Eevee herself was never there he saw her in the painting once at the side of the pale long-haired entity he couldn't get inside it though it was like staring through an unbreakable window he saw them and they saw him but they were trapped on opposite sides with a portal sometimes though there will be dry bundles of sprouts and vegetation on his side over time the taxidermy animals and specimen cases appeared too he assumed this meant he wasn't the only thing using the circus but as of now he's never seen the other user at some point he claims he doesn't remember when I called bullshit he found out the sprouts are regenerative all the plants from the painting are in some form or another they bring dead things back to life sometimes they create life from nothing sometimes they transfer life between creatures on his very last visit with wrong Eevee he once again saw the real Eevee in the painting dismembered and flayed to death just beyond the threshold the barrier was gone he ran in and cradled her she was still walk wrong Eevee followed him in and last in a rage he killed her and left her in the house then he packed up the remains of real Evie and took her home he coated her with sprouts and vines and he's been waiting ever since then why do the hell do you think she's still in that painting I demand it because she is when he went into the painting with me he followed the song that wordless eerie open throat its song all the way into the woods even though her bones were in his closet Evie was there under a giant rib cage in a grove of thistles he couldn't touch it though she could touch him in fact she gave him the parasites to show him what must be done she said she told him the secret of the God in the pyramid that no dead thing resurrected unless it willed resurrection it didn't want to resurrect her I had wanted to keep her the only way to trick it is with the help of his guards the pale long-haired man with scales he alone can override the will of the God but he needs a worthy bribe that bribe is freedom why didn't you ever bring the painting here because if it isn't at the circus the thing in the pyramid escapes I stared down into my cup trying to hide my anger from him tendrils of steam curled upward Worman strangely soothing i stir the tea taking savage pleasure in the obnoxious clink of silverware against ceramic crumbled leaves surfaced and spun in a vortex why me why am i involved at all the bribe is an escape the guard can only leave if someone else takes his place I need a body within the world pull of tea grits came a flash of gold it's spun around and floated to the surface resolving into a small metallic eye I couldn't inhale or exhale the guard needs replacement and the garden needs an offering then I'll get Eva back I don't want to kill you and that's why he did this to show me it's safe you have to let them grow for a little bit then you pop them in the Sun when he's grown we give one to the jailer one to the guard you don't even have to go through the portal we can control them we can make them do what we want it's completely safe yours were only in your skin I said you made me drink them he stared at me with a pained guilty shock the room was silent and deafening all at once and the air felt heavy terribly terribly heavy I bolted he caught me before I reached the living room and lifted me off the ground I flailed and kicked driving him into the wall his grip loosened my squirmed away only to slam into his parasite and double together they dragged me to the hall up close Kurt's arms were a horror show the inflamed flesh inside the holes bubbled up and spilled over his skin like burn scars parasite Kurt looked almost translucent like a thin scrim of water was trapped between layers of flesh in a panic I bit down on parasite Kurt's hands a gush of thin sweet liquid erupted from the puncture and I accidentally aspirated it and my entire mouth and throat um I struggled to breathe they forced me into the closet and locked the door I fell onto the pile of bones tangling in the vines and tearing blossoms apart when I finally straightened up the skull dangled inches from my face right flowers glowed from each socket equal parts horrifying and dreamily lovely all around me the dead sprouts came to life golden eyes opening along the roots one by one I tried to move but couldn't the numbness had spread overtaking my shoulders in chest sleepiness came with it thing I saw were the eyes a hundred then a thousand sparkling light miniature searchlights in the dim glow of the flowers as I drifted off I became dimly aware of a maddening itch in my heel I woke to a sensation of uncomfortable pressure and painful tugging like something was pulling muscle out through my skin slowly turning inside out my throat hurt my arms hurt and my foot radiating a deep maddening itch everything flooded back and I opened my eyes long glistening Lhari Howard from dozens of holes in my right arm thick as tentacles covered in round glittering eyes they stretch painfully straining toward the wall little pockets of my swollen tissue stretch with them tenting along the base of each lava threw up brackish fluid choked with plant matter and a metallic ice flooded my lap I kicked away then shrieked as something shifted inside my heel it felt like a snake coiling and sliding across itself my shoe shifted as something pushed it off tickling my arch as it fell away the parasites snaked out of my foot rough edges scraping the skin of my here the sparkling serpent reared up like a Cobra rippling fins propelled its narrow body upward bright blue eyes glittered from his sides glinting like crystal in the dimness after regarding me curiously he darted upward involve itself into the ribcage all of his eyes were fixed on my left arm quivering I looked down at my arm expecting the worst roots and sprouse dusted my skin but the flesh was whole and unblemished even the injury inflicted by the sprout Beast the wound of the guarded Sakhalin was gone all that remained was a patch of strange white flesh that glimmered with an iridescent sheen I looked up at the larvae they too were focused on that patch of skin that was why they were straining they were trying to get away from it on impulse I threw my arm toward them with a volley of pain unlike anything I've ever experienced they plunged down into my arm they were big much bigger than Kurtz my skin bulged with the strain electric bursts of pain shot through my body subsuming all my senses in a white nose were of agony I screamed helplessly which quickly devolved into a wet painful coughing another torrent of fluid came up to my horror tiny larvae wriggled weakly in the puddle I sobbed and reach for the doorknob to my shock it turned spilling me out into Kurt's hallway soft midday shadows cloaked the hole but I saw clear clean sunlight streaming into the living room straight ahead I tried to stand but my legs weren't strong enough sobbing weakly I crawl to the living room and collapsed in the light both Kurt and his double were gone the house was quiet enveloped in that soft stuffy stillness peculiar the hot days I arrived miserably weeping and screaming as my lava erupted they were easily five times the size of curse they can rope-like in several inches tall even worse they made noises keening high-pitched creaks that seemed to slice through my head I coughed helplessly the entire time stomach and lungs expelling incredible amounts of dark fluid roots sprouts and weak parasites came with every expulsion it smells sweet almost tropical with hints of citrus and flowers and warm rain the larvae were too large to simply explode instead they ruptured swelling and splitting like overcooked sausage and spattering everything with thick translucent eCall had I been physically capable I'd have crawled out of the light just to escape the pain between the analyst coughing and weakness I was as good as paralyzed eventually I faded out the sensation of warm heat and softness woke me up after sunset I turned over something squelched under me thick and damp like chilly I set up and found myself wallowing in a pool of exploded lava strings of that tattered skin trout from inflamed holes in my arm reminding me an absurdly have seaweed their eyes lay everywhere glinting dully in the dying light my foot twitched whimpering I looked up as a serpentine things snaked out of my heel the skin around it was baggy and pale alike at least the serpent darted over the mass of jelly picking out the eyes and eating them eagerly stomach lurching I glanced at the holes in my arms HUS rimmed the edges paleness contrasting with the Furious and read each pit board downward like a honeycomb cell at the bottom of one I saw a quivering mass of tissue studded with small eyes altogether I counted ten ten ruin hits in my skin glittering with fresh larvae they're growing back I tried to pull the rippling snake from my foot but before I could touch it it borrowed in deep oh I swear I can feel it curling around the bone maybe that's why I'm weak it's damaged the tendons and muscles breathing isn't easy each inhale is ragged and thick soreness radiates from my ribs and down to my stomach it's more larvae there inside me I know it I have to go back to the house because my only hope is the guard Kurt said he needs a body as a bribe oh that's fine I've got my own slippery doppelganger growing the lava jelly is bubbling up before my eyes slowly resolving into a copy of me if it doesn't want a doppelganger well I can always give it can't even now after all the lies I feel for him I really do but if he wants his wife back he has to pay the price himself [Music] I've always preferred pain to itching not that I enjoy either but pain is straightforward even at its worst pain is somehow clean pain also has the decency to kill you once it reaches a certain threshold bitching on the other hand is filthy and consumptives itching can't kill you it'll just drive you insane in fact if you could transform the essence of madness into sensation well that sensation would be itching itching was the only thing on my mind as the larvae infestation worsened every breath produced a deep explosive itch that wrapped over my ribs and organs I saw vines in my mind's eye thin and wet and tipped with golden eyes winding they wear through my body by the time my parasitic double ganger blinks awake night had fallen and my larvae had regrown the new batch was small and stringy ill-looking they peaked out anxiously from the holes in my skin quivering my doppelganger was easy to control naturally there's nothing to it when I moved it moved hmm I was glad for this because I didn't have any energy left for conscious control with a great deal of effort I dressed it and together we hobbled out to my car there was a moment of confusion when it tried to climb into the driver's seat with me I've repositioned it into the passenger seat struggling as it mirrored my movements the lobby surface to watch straining the tender flesh at the bottom of the holes the drive to the suicide house till the circus was a hallucinatory nightmare things crept around inside me prodding and squeezing tissues the wings sneaking my heel thrashed angrily nipping my skin as it attempted to chew through my shoe worst of all I couldn't stop coffee every fit inevitably ended a torrent of vomit choked with leaves and tiny golden eyes as my doppelganger gagged with me identical except for his eyes flat and golden comprised of a hundred parasite viruses after what felt like an eternity I reached the circus and led my doppelganger inside the living room had transformed into a growth vines and glowing flowers covered every surface in the corner dimly illuminated by the blossoms saw the enormous and lemony tentacles drifted dreamily seemingly oblivious to the whole scouring its flesh the five eyed monstrosity lay before it half buried in vines I shuddered and hobbled upstairs my doppelganger followed hesitantly through my haze I heard voices men's laughter and a woman's playfully sarcastic binds all underscored by a tonal piping one of the bedrooms was closed off a bar of golden light flickered and on the bottom of the door the door to the other room was torn to pieces drooping on a single hinge my larvae peeked out and pulled toward the open room a mindless blissfully calm compulsion overtook me I followed their lead and ducked inside a blanket of dead vines curled leaves and dry blossoms covered everything except a twisted figure on the bed the larvae strain forward eyes glittering in the moonlight it was the Warped girl unnaturally stretched across a blood-soaked quills strangely slates lay atop each of her hands they were piled with hairy spider legs and bloated tentacles garnished with sprouts and dead flowers horrific details resolved as I came close from throat to thigh she was a bloody ruin glistening Gus cascaded from her butchered abdomen buried in the morass was a multi limbed fetus with several eyes translucent hands clutched the gory remnant of a twin the spell suddenly broke the larvae retracted causing a nauseous explosion of itching that radiated to my shoulder I turned retching and found myself face to face with the five eyed taxidermy monster it eloped past me and lunged plunging long thick fingers into my parasite doppelgängers throat thick Ecore spurted like blood from an artery and it collapsed the serpent he might hear or quivered my knees gave out and I slid helplessly to the floor the 5id monstrosity approached and knelt before me to my shock it smoked in over their forms parasites overtake and ruin your mind his voice was low and liquid almost childishly high lips wrote above its vast mouth the way grass ripple in the wind ruin minds make our doors it touched my intact arm the one the long hair guardian suckling the unusually pale skin and glimmered fainting but he closed the one in you it wrapped his cold puffy fingers circling my head the touch was sharp and oddly refreshing my mind suddenly felt clear the larvae in my arm shattered producing a thrumming tickle that made me moan I can't take a wolf clicking you again find him nah you just want me to trade places right painful hysteria built in my chest something like pity crossed its face the caretaker captures and releases charges at will you were released once you will be released again though the vines will otherwise it's ice-skated however my honeycomb down your friend the madman was you to take the caretakers place so that you will release his wife he will confront you he surrendered to the vines and you may not recognize him it looked meaningfully at the Warped woman oh she did not hysteria and horror continue to build twining together like the vines go it said or I will make a door from you and I tore into the hall past the room where the men laughed and pipes echoed into the taxidermy room the specimen cases were broken and empty no taxidermy creatures remain and the painting showed only empty backdrops forests and beaches rocky canyons and golden fields luxurious bed chambers and blood-stained dungeons in the center hung the familiar moonlit landscape I ran through gasping as deep and cold settled over me like a blanket oh that familiar wordless song beautiful yet so very close to screaming echoed over the plains I veered towards the slope the pyramid came into view a cubist masterpiece of blinding silver and unfathomable darkness low veils of clouds clung to the top like a Gathering Storm hitching rang along my bones as larvae shifted I hurtled toward the labyrinth dodging thorny vines and treacherous burrows half hidden in the brittle clouds my intact arm glimmered strangely on my periphery milky and too smooth it frightened me in a way even the larvae could not I sped up grimly ignoring the serpent writhing in my folds iolite guided me to the labyrinth entrance as I approached I heard a low resounding from the ground vibrated and a chorus of horns echoed through the night to my shock glittering beetles erupted near my feet and flooded across the grass the other creatures filed antlered hogs and primordial cats giant toads tiny foxes with billowing clusters of tails and more so much more all running away from the pyramid I reached the entrance just as a pack of long low wolves with tusks and bulbous eyes bolted past six winding paths flanked a marble promenade that led directly to the pyramids horns and wordless wailing echoed off the black walls the larvae in my arm peeked out of their burrows I fought the urge to rip them out the pain I knew would make me black out and I marched forward more paths spun off the promenade narrow and impenetrably dark I hurried past refusing to look lest I find something staring back at me at all perfectly rectangular opening loomed ahead glimmering steps led to the entrance I slowed to a halt at the base of the stairs the one paralyzing moment I thought about turning back this was I thought the very last thing I wanted to do at that moment the serpent he might heal convulsed sending bright electric pain coursing through my leg it was an act perfectly timed reminder that financially dying of an alien parasite infestation was the last thing I wanted to do so I went inside soft smoky incense enveloped me along with an almost debilitating heat vines and flowers crawled up the walls alongside vanes of polished or blossom and mineral glow dimly illuminating a septet of enormous images on the antechamber wall five I recognized a bull a locust a malformed dwarf a breathtakingly beautiful person that could have been a man or one and a Golden Dragon 2 I had trouble with a hideously proportioned human with wings no eyes and three mouths and a creature with a shape I couldn't quite comprehend whose flesh glimmered with mad arrays of stars a sharp cores of laughter echoed through the chamber indulgent and somehow cruel followed by a bone rattling roar I spun around anxiously looking for a door but only saw another set of seven images behind me the laughter grew abruptly both in volume and glee my homage to my feet ached and a terrible pulsating pressure built in my chest breathing suddenly became impossible a moment later I felt it long and wet slithering up my throat my gackt tongue rolling back and touching the tip of a vine those strange towering images swam before my eyes dreamily I realized it wasn't laughter I was hearing but screaming punctuated with a chilling inhuman bellow I collapsed painfully aware of the serpent shifting in my flesh everything blurred together soft and almost beautiful as vines and larvae erupted from my throat tiny eyes and wet leaves glittered on my periphery it scared me so I closed them just as halting footsteps echoed through the chamber I felt hands on mine strong and cold I looked up and saw the caretakers strange sharp face staring into mine one of his eyes had ruptured red swollen and unwholesome ly bloated horror and hope suffocated me along with the vines as the Guardian lowered its mouth to mine cold lips closed over my chin and cheeks the itching abruptly disappeared and I felt a bare blissful instant of relief before an overwhelming Nova of agony scorched me into unconsciousness I surfaced to silence gasping I shot up I was naked but could breathe just fine no plant matter or worms choked my throat I immediately looked at my arm hale plump flesh peppered with half healed holes I touched one experimentally no itching no larvae just a dull unremarkable ache my heel was strangely horrifying deflated and colorless like an enormous drained blister the sunken hole reminded me of rotting pumpkins but at least it was empty no serpent no larvae no vines I climbed my haunches my hand fell into a soft pile of vegetation and I almost screamed he was the caretaker shriveled and glimmering like moon lights covered in tall luminescent flowers that look like groupings fighting back tears I inspected my skin for any scratch or puncture there are none the flowers had been soft after all softer than anything I had ever touched but was that any guarantee just as I begun to calm down a low wet rumble Rumble through the antechamber I jumped up and saw the door where there hadn't been one before under the feet of the bull low and glowing with a rich golden light no hideous incomprehensible shadow filled that beautiful doorway and lumbered into the antechamber seven enormous sinewy limbs exploded from a twisted torso four were vaguely human three were fig vines studded with glittering eyes sprouts and humming tangles of bright-eyed larvae laced every inch of his raw flesh a human head crowned the monstrosity warped and lumpy with clusters of subcutaneous vines a feathery anemone extended from his mouth straining the skin to such a degree that the flesh had split up to the eyes and ears blood sheeted past its cheek bones choked with vines and squirming with small worms dangling from a broken jaw was half an eerie translucent fetus the twin high realized to the one at the suicide house the anemone snaked forward and spun open bearing a tangled spiral of teeth that made me think of sharks in the center of that spiral set into the throat like a gem they a massive cluster of golden eyes the anemone shifted sharply straining upward to offer full sight of the human head from which it sprouted cut Kurt's head Kurt's body Kurt's mind warped and erupted and overtaken by the vines his right eye found the dead caretaker buried in his can of flowers then spun toward me radiating madness and triumph and I knew somehow what he was thinking he'd won yes I was the new Guardian and I would now release his wife sadness and profound rage swept through me just as the caretaker shifted under his glowing loopings a deafening roar shook the pyramid the anemone stood at attention and Kurt looked back at the small door panic flickering across his ruined face and then he lunged at me the caretaker exploded from his funeral grove in a tornado of stems and glittering petals launching himself at Kurt he reached into that nightmare gullet ignoring the spiral teeth and plucked out the golden cluster of eyes that roar sounded again dust rained from the ceiling leaves and flower vines rattled as if in a wind the Guardian ignored it and continued his methodical dismemberment of curved a chorus of shrill screaming issued from Kurt as larvae squirmed and shot out of his flesh swaying several feet in the air before diving down at the Guardian glistening bodies swarmed over the Guardians snowy oaths I turned and ran hurtling down the promenade oblivious to the numbing cold I don't know how I made it back to the suicide house but I did I stumbled past empty paintings and taxidermy monsters who now breathe past the Warped woman's quartz and the Laughing men salt crunched under my feet as I tore down the stairs and out into the yard it was dark and I was panicked so my nakedness didn't matter to me I slid into the front seat of my car and sped home where I inspected every inch of my flesh my hands are smooth and unmarked my feet are not small scratches and punctures litter the skin but I think I'm all right they're already healing in the skin is smooth and unusually pale but just in case I drenched my feet in hydrogen peroxide washed them and sprayed them with a cheap herbicide it hurt like hell I can barely stand and I'll have scars but it's worth it then I showered in the hottest water I could stand and stumbled to bed I woke this afternoon to a very familiar painting propped against my bedroom wall it's just a painting for now rich oils and silver tones depict the scene as I first saw it's a crisp spring night with a tall in human figure frame bioluminescent flowers and strange trees I left it there and went to the suicide house instead of Evie's 2-story house I saw a neat little bungalow with a breathtaking rose garden I drove by three times before going back I haven't done anything with the painting but I need to soon I had a really good look at it just now and there's a problem in the distance behind the caretaker is another figure malformed and multi limbed coated in vague suggestions of vines and worms I don't know what happens to doorways when you burn them but I'm about to find out [Music] thank you so much for choosing to spend your time listening to me now if you enjoyed the dr. 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Channel: Dr. Creepen

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Length: 109min 30sec (6570 seconds)

Published: Fri May 11 2018

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