MicroHorror

It’s coming around again.

It’s like the fizz between songs on a cassette tape.

It all happened so quickly. One minute I’m laying in my sleeping bag with little Georgie–he’s been out for twenty minutes and all of a sudden, the whole arch is alive with color and light.

There’s no power in here, so I knew it had to be some kind of, you know, visitation. Firstly a bright green veil opens up above me. It floats and turns and illuminates the whole arch; it looked like a big piece of old velvet, but I knew it wasn’t ’cos I could see straight through to the other side and the moss and the saltpeter growing on the bricks.

I’ve heard of things like this happening, but I ain’t never seen it for myself. Not until that night, anyway. The green stretched out in a sheet above me and in the center, a small red light appeared. It was just a dot at first, but it grew quickly, and I mean quickly. Soon it was the same size as the green eminence and the two became intertwined. They twisted and danced right above me. They looked just like those Northern Lights you see in magazines. Anyway, they hung above me for a second or two and then all of a sudden WHAMMY! They’d gone.

They stole my Georgie away from me and swapped him for another baby. ’Cept I don’t like this one much.

Sure, I’ve named him Georgie, too–somebody once told me that you have to make the best of a bad situation and I guess that’s what I’m doing. The new Georgie isn’t like the old one; he’s mean and all he wants to do is eat, eat, eat. His teeth are through and he bites me. Sometimes he makes my nipples bleed and that’s no fun, is it?

I wish I had a friend. Just one… I wish I had a friend who would come and sit with me, because to be honest, the new Georgie frightens me. He doesn’t sleep and he stares at me all the time. He smiles, but it’s not a nice smile. No way, he’s got a smile like one of those nasty clowns you see in the movies.

Georgie’s dad isn’t alive anymore; he bought some bad smack one time and he was dead before he’d even finished the injection. He’s still here in the arch, protecting me, but his face has changed and he upsets me if I look at him for too long. I know I should’ve told somebody and had him moved, but I guess I can’t bear the idea of anyone taking him away from me, so I propped him up in the corner by the old beer crates.

Lately, strange things have been happening–just like before. A hissing sound comes from nowhere, it becomes a rumble and then there’s a flash that streaks through the arch. I think that whatever came to take Georgie is trying to return, only it doesn’t seem to be strong enough yet. One day it will; it will be powerful and I hope that it takes me away. My life is awful and I like to think that little Georgie will be waiting for me on the other side. No baby should be without his mummy for too long. First thing I’ll do is give him a big cuddle and a kiss-kiss.

Oh, well, I can’t spend all afternoon dreaming. I’m gonna have to put down my pen and paper. Georgie wants feeding. He’s bigger than me now and when he gets hungry, he hurts me and I don’t want that to happen again.