posted on Oct, 20 2009 @ 03:19 PM
So, you want to hear a story about a monster do you ? I'd be very careful about
wishing for something like that. You must be crazier than an outhouse rat, really
. . . "out there" aren't you ? Nothing scares you does it ? Well okay then, let me
tell you what happened to me and then maybe you'll think twice.
You see, I was walking home from a secret bomb-making class we had just had at
my budddy's house, and I was on a reckless high you know, wanting to blow some-
thing to hell and back, when it began to rain as hard as I've ever seen it rain. The
rain seemed to heighten my senses even more, and I ran to the top of the nearest
hill and shouted "Screw you, Feds, you're going down. You're going down !" I bet
you can tell I don't much care for the government and their bureaucratic BS can't
you? The cold rain pelted my face so hard I thought I might start bleeding but I
kept on screaming at the top of my lungs, "Screw you big government, and screw
you too big corporations, you're all going down, do you hear me? You're all going
I was soaked to the bone, and freezing when the lightning hit me square on the
head and knocked me backwards some twenty feet. Knocked me unconscious
I woke up some time later, on my back in a deepening mud puddle that surrounded
me completely. My head felt like a raging fire had taken over inside and I had all
I could do to sit up . . . and puke! I must have puked for twenty minutes, expelling
anything and everything from my body in a bizarre cleansing ritual. Ten minutes
more went by before I managed to pull myself up to a standing position and survey
the damages. My hands and arms were charred black, but I could move them. My
hair was burned and still gave off little wisps of smoke, but most of my hair was
still there! My legs and feet were shaky, but okay. My socks were soaked. And my
damn shoes, my new shoes, were gone! I couldn't see them anywhere! Just gone!
Once again I headed for home. Slow but steady. As I sloshed through the water
I began to remember what had just happened to me. The bomb-making class, the
rain, the lightning, the . . . hurt. Man, I was one lucky SOB !
At home it took me three hours to clean myself up. I had a case of the shakes, and
was trying like hell to get it under control when the telephone rang, scaring the
bejesus right out of me ! I leaned over and picked the receiver up. "Hello, is this
Mr. Jones ?" . . . . I replied, "Yes, this is Mr. Jones, what can I do for you?"
"Ah, Mr. Jones, do you know that your account with Guns & Ammo is more than two
months behind in payments?"
"Yes, I'm aware of that, but I've had some . ."
"Mr. Jones, I'm sorry to inform you that your account has been closed. Any further
business between us will be conducted through our attorney. We have also been
in touch with your bank and any and all moneies realized from our "partnership"
with you has been frozen."
"But I . ."
"Good day Mr. Jones."
"Wait, sir . . can I ask your name please ? For the record ?"
"Well yes, it's Mr. Tewsbury, John Tewsbury."
"Mr. Tewsbury, answer me a question, can you feel this ?"
On the other end of the phone John Tewsbury dropped the receiver and grabbed
his head with both hands. Searing pain streaked through his skull. Blood seeped
from both ears, and now also both eyes and his nose. He fell out of his chair onto
the floor, trying hard to summon help, but was only able to cough out more blood.
He was dead in sixty seconds.
I kind of liked the feeling it gave me . . . and hearing him scream on the other end
of the phone. The pompous ass ! Same old same old. An uncaring, rude twit.
My eyes hurt now so I've put on some sunglasses. Guess I was seeing nothing but
red there for awhile. Ah . . . .
I wonder if that lightning bolt did anything to me. I feel . . up to it . . able . . more
than able . . . powerful.
( More to come in Part II )