So I was walking along the old route to get to my parents house from the high school I graduated from, it was dusk, and it was snowing enough that the drifts were starting to pile up. The clouds and darkening sky had that haze about them that happens here in Oregon when it snows heavily, and everything seemed very oppressive. As I walked, I saw younger kids (14, 15 years old) walking along, subdued, looking very sad and kind of out of sorts. I couldn't put an age to myself, but I knew that I was not of an age with them, and had already reached my majority.
I got to the crossing that took me from the side of the road I walked home on, and looked both ways and saw cars coming. So I stood there, hands in my jacket pockets, and waited for traffic to clear. The kids who walked past me all began crying, as if just being near me was enough to reduce them to sorrow and despair beyond what they were feeling. The more kids walked past, the worse I felt for standing there, so I jumped across the street, instead of waiting for cars to let me walk across. As I landed, I knew that I had disturbed the dream, but after some distortion where the kids seemed to elongate and contort, everything soon smoothed back over.
I saw my (then) neighbor's car parked in my parents driveway, the front windshield smashed in with a brick and a steel beam. The steel beam held the brick up, half on the hood, half in through the windshield so that the safety glass had bowed in where the beam stuck out at an angle towards the passenger side. The car itself seemed to be deflating, just sagging to the ground under the weight of all the snow piling up around it. The snow turned greyish at this point, not deep grey, but the white was hazing somberly towards that midnight color.
As I approached my parents front door, I saw my sister's old red Ford Escort smashed into the front door. It was parked like it had been driven into the door frame, then left there. My movements indicated alarm to me, but I still just walked forward. As I approached the door, I saw my mom standing in the front room. She called out to me, telling me that she was glad I had visited. She would go change into some warmer clothes, and we'd sit and talk for a while. At this point she moved out of sight, and my attention was drawn to a "news report" on the TV. They were teasing an upcoming science report on the TV.
A doctor had released a study, where he had tested the "cuddle instinct" of some puppies and kittens. He tested this, by caging them into four columns, two on each machine, of five rows of cages. One puppy per cage on one side, and one kitten per cage on the other. This entire assembly was attached to a fast dropping track that dropped the entire assembly into a pool of water, drowning them. As the cages hit the bottom of the track, a jet released a massive cloud of ink, so that the doctor didn't have to watch them drown violently. He then recalled the cages, and saw the position they had died in. If they had huddled up, they considered cuddling a sign of both terror and joy. If they fought against the water, that breed was not fit for cuddling. As the news teaser ended, an image of a kitten swimming up, apparently having freed itself from one of the cages, showed on the screen. The kitten helped one of the puppies free itself, and they tried to climb out of the pool to save themselves.
All I knew was that the doctor would put them back in the cage and drown them.
I woke up with such revulsion that I vomited. I'm sure the headache and joint pain did not help the situation, but I had this feeling like I had to find and murder the doctor who did this...twisted experiment. I needed to find him so that no more defenseless creatures would be killed for pointless science. It was suffocating, the feeling of vengefulness. It felt like I was angry with myself, like I needed to kill myself. Like I was to blame for it all.
- Ochigo the Earth-Stomper
The EGE wrote:
Mumpy wrote:And to this day, librarians revile Oregonaut as the Antichrist.
False! We sacrifice our card catalogues to him in the name of Job Security!