Willie Cox

Period 3

4/9/07

Part 1

When you are awaken abruptly, every night for the last seven nights by a 3 feet tall, at least 100 years old, he said, maybe more, maybe less, you begin to think the screws in your head are loose.

You tell yourself that it must be your imagination when he holds his very skinny finger on your nose until you wake up.  You must be suffering from too much sugar, or too little vitamins, or way too little sex.

By the seventh night, a little tug at the base of you mind, says this is real and if you don’t treat it as real, something’s going to go very wrong. Especially when Homer Barner,  yes the hallucination talks, said that tomorrow night he was bringing a friend.

But here you are waiting, wide awake, trying not too get up, because then, Mr. Barner, who for some reason scares you, won’t be able to getcha. If only he could get you out of bed, Man oh man, he says. Probably won’t survive boy. That is really all you need to stay right where you are.

So a day passes and you don’t move. You don’t sleep. You don’t drink. You don’t eat. But you don’t feel anything. Mr. Barner Stands over you watching and waiting for you to crack. You feel his strange skinny finger on your nose again. A chill is sent down your spine but you don’t move.

A week passes. No change. You begin to smell. Your bladder exploded days ago. The room is like a green house. Hot and humid. Your hair is growing and dreading. Mr. Barner simply grins

A month goes by you sink farther into your bed as your body begins to rot. Your arm resembles a bruised banana. You look older than Mr. Barner with much more wrinkles. You take your eyes off the ceiling for the first time in days to see if your hallucination was still there. He aint goin’ anywhere he says. He looks younger than you last remember.

Six months pass. Your body slightly resembles dirt yet its form is still visible. A worm wiggles out of your neck. Your teeth smash together as you fail to bite it. You begin to sprout small plants all over your body.

A year is done and you no longer resemble a body. Your legs and arms go into your body which makes you bloat up like a ball. You rock yourself with your head. A small tree grows out of your chest. It bulges with water. A crow flies out of it and heads straight for your face. Mr. Barner slaps him away. Maybe he doesn’t want to getcha you think to yourself.