Seriously?? What the FUCK!?! (Feb 10, 2009)

Current mood:worried

Apparently, I have been watching Scrubs too much. 

So, I went on some vacation type thing, visiting a friend of mine, and I came back with 5lbs of pot and something else. I think it was supposed to be opium, but it looked like a baggie full of caraway seeds. Anyway, on the way back, I decided to surprise the hell out of Carl, who oddly lived in Columbus, though not a part that I've ever been to....
I parked my car (WOOT!) about a mile away, grabbed all my shit, and started walking to his house. About half way there, I thought, this is retarded, and got a ride from some local cops.  
After our initial happy happy joy joy dance in celebration of my return, we started hanging up posters in the living room.
And then Carl was gone and I was hanging up posters in an ALMOST-the-same living room with my friend Aaron (who me and my old schoolies call Bob.) He kept hanging shit up wrong and it was irritating me.
I went upstairs to the room that had been mine and that I had loved so dearly. It was white now. It was a long rectangular room with windos as big as the walls on 3 sides that opened up to let you step out onto the roof. The roof wasn't slanted very much, so it made a great place to sit.
Jordan (yeah, from Scrubs) was out there. After I had left, she had moved in here. Somehow we had become really close friends. We talked about who would get the room. She claimed it and I let her have it, although it made me sad that I wouldn't have my wonderful windows on the top floor anymore. We smoked a cigarette together and headed back downstaris, where there now seemed to be an old Louisiana style party going on. There were people there I didn't even know dressed in clothes from ages ago.
 At some point I went outside, only to realize that I was in a weird wuzzle of a house, mixed-up between the house that Rob and I bought on Hope Avenue and the house that Charity and he bought on Union Street. 
It was getting dark out and I was out playing in the swampy field out beside the house. There was a vast marshland directly behind the house that got very very deep and was covered with a green film. Very down-on-the-bayou, but not something you play in. 
Well, the sky was dark grey, almost the color of stone. The wind was whipping around me and blowing the reeds. I was alone out here and it was peaceful. The field was slightly higher than the bayou and I could look out over it. Someone on the back porch of the house started screaming. I looked and saw them all running inside in terror, away from the swamp. I looked out over the green covered muck.
There, swimming in slow circles, ever closer to the house was seriously the most terrifying thing I think I have ever dreamed up. It moved like a giant shark, and it was certainly giant. It glowed vaguely in the dim outdoor lighting, phosphorescent beast of the deep. It looked like one of those bony angler fishes you see on the Discovery Chanel, almost like a fossil come to life. But its skeleton glowed and it was massive. At least the size of a semi. And there was something very sinister about it.
I began running towards the house, the screams blurring in my head, my feet sloshing in the muck. The fish took notice of me, but didn't lurch in my direction, just kept circling closer and closer. I ran until I thought my lungs were going to burst. I was almost there. All I had to do was make it the last 50 feet or so and then I would be on the porch and through the french doors like a shot.
The last 50 feet or so were directly away from the swamp and I had to run with my back to the water dwelling terror. I ran like satan himself was on my tail. I looked ahead to the safety of the porch and saw horrified faces. I ran. I ran up the stairs and through the doors, slamming them on my way past. I reached the far wall of the sitting room and spun around just in time to see the french doors exploding inwards and the wet gaping maw of some underwater evil snapping at us, only feet away.
It had given chase as soon as my back was turned and had gained enough momentum to propel itself right up the 3 or 4 small stairs and across the porch. It slid to a stop about 10 feet from everyone, who were all pretty  much frozen with fear. After snapping its jaws at us in futility, it spoke. I can't remember what it said, but it pointed out that evolution was being particularly kind to it and that it had almost fully developed stingers, like those of a scorpion, on or near every fin of its body. Also, it brought to our attention that its fins were much thicker and more powerful than needed for aquatic activities and would soon develop into complete legs, making it fearsome on land as well.
It flipped around until it slid itself back out of the doors and off the porch into the mire from which it had come. And it swam out about 100 feet and just circled. Its said that animals can sense the weather and when natural disasters are going to happen.
It started to rain. Just a sprinkle, then harder and harder until it was a full on downpour. We all waited, in the relative safety of the house, watching the sea devil swim around out there, skeletally glowing in the dark. I noticed something chilling right about then. The water. There was so much rain. The water level was rising. I ran to the front door and threw it open. The streets were gone. The yard was gone. Everything was under at least 3 feet of water. We were on an island now.
I ran back into the back room where everyone was still huddled, thankful that they were too high out of the water to be eaten by that prehistoric hell-spawn. I sat down quietly, lit a cigarette and watched the water consume yet another step on the porch. And waited.