Christopher (left) and Nico enjoying the day at Sea World in Orlando. October 2, 2017
She walked into the room and immediately saw that the Bloody Man was there. His blood stains the walls and saturates the floor with ooey gooey plasma. For many who know of his legend and believe in him, the blood instills paralyzing fear. Those who have been told of his nightly escapades realize he is there for only one thing. He is out to steal their skin, in the hopes to make him human again.
His legend grew to grand proportions and his
song was passed to generations of children, who were told that that was the
only way to keep that Bloody Man away.
“The Bloody Man can’t have me. My soul is hidden under my skin to
keep the Bloody Man away. My blood isn’t good enough for you.
Bloody Man stay away from
me, you can’t eat my soul today.”
Blood is layered of his muscles instead of skin.
The Bloody Man seeps in through any crack or crevasse. The blood pours through
from one side to the next. As his blood lands on the other side it begins to
build, like liquid in a glass, and forms his human body. He thirsts for someone
he can kill in order to fulfill his lustful need for skin. But killing others
will never help him heal.
The dead never seem to satisfy him. Anger
fulfills his vengeance for a life he lost so young. Layers of his blood
vessels, veins and organs are exposed. Instead of growing skin his blood
thickens. Out of frustration, he kills more people due rage. He know he will
never be whole. He is cursed. The bloody Man becomes angry when he hears his
song.
The girl who walked in the room stands at the
doorway just outside the kitchen, which would lead her into the family room. Her
breathing is labored. Her eyes shift about the room looking for reassurance
that she is alone. She is standing at the edge of the linoleum as if it was a
cliff and she was hovering 100 feet above the ground below.
“Hello?”
The inside of the room is quite. She begins to
tremble. The room is too dark. She blindly reaches out to the wall and runs her
hand along the smooth surface as she searches for the light switch.
“The Bloody Man can’t have me,” she
mumbles. “My soul is hidden under my skin
to keep the Bloody Man away.” Her voice trembles. “Bloody Man, stay away from me. You can’t eat my soul today.”
There is
movement in the shadows of the room. The blood accumulates and The Bloody Man
begins to rise.
He blood funnels
up from his toes formulating his feet and rising up to make his ankles. The
blood lifts up to his knees, up to his chest, making his neck and forming his
head. The whites of his eyes form in the empty sockets of his skull. His
skeleton takes shape. His heart beats, and the blood flows like a well oiled
machine.
The girl flicks
on the lights and there before her the bloody man stands. He grabs her face
with his hands. She pulls away and for a moment it appears she will escape his
grasp. But the bloody man screeches and blood comes out of his mouth and
extends out like a tongue. It quickly consumes her face. The blood wraps her
body like a vine and consumes her in. Her body breaks down. Her bones crush,
her heart implodes, her fingers retract, and her legs melt into the Bloody Man.
He consumes her.
There is nothing left that shows she was there. Just the pictures of her life
on the walls on the inside of her home that shows that she even existed. The
Bloody Man was there. He is everywhere.
“The Bloody Man can’t have my soul. My soul is hidden under my skin to
keep the Bloody Man away. My blood isn’t good enough for you.
Bloody Man stay away from
me, you can’t eat my soul today.”
The chant
awakens him again. The song brings him out. For generations the kids thought it
was a song to keep him away but now it’s a game they play around campgrounds,
sleepovers and fun. The song will summon the Bloody Man to come, instead of
keeping him away.
Captain Imperfecto enjoying my new assigned truck. October 14, 2017.
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