Thread: They Don't Move

NOTICE Read at your own risk. This story contains no sexuality of any kind, and some people might consider it a waste of time. Calm down, Michael, Dr. Fredriks said in his most soothing voice. I dont care if you dont believe me! No one ever does, because everyone forgets, but they fucking move! You can use all the head shrink crap you want, and you can pump me full of meds until Im orange, but you will never convince me that they dont move! Michael was, understandably, furious. Hed gone through so many doctors that hed lost count, but they insisted that hed only ever been with Dr. Fredriks. Michael had been crazy for well over a decade, and he was pretty sure he knew a thing or two about doctors, enough that hed know if hed only had one. Everyone forgets... he thought sadly, over and over, like a sorrowful moaning scream inside his head. Many people have these types of delusions, Michael. Its normal for someone with your condition. But if you can stop focusing on them-- stop reaffirming their false validity--youll eventually be able to rationalize your life again. You need to understand, shadows can not move of their own voliton. Michael couldnt remember why everyone always forgot, and that bugged him. Dr. Black knew. He saw it. But, like everyone else... forgot. Same with Dr. Splint, and Dr. Gibson. But no one ever believed him, and everyone insisted that hed only ever seen Dr. Fredriks. It doesnt matter. If I start to think Im wrong cause of all your pills, Ill go back to the station, and Ill see it again, and Ill know. You cant trick me! Michael was very keen to keep his mind as pure as possible. Only the truest things in his noggin, and he was very wise to the ways of these so-called psychologists. No bastard would trick him into believing what wasnt. Alright then, how about I go down to the station with you, and we can definitively prove that they dont move. If we both see them, and neither of us sees them move, then they dont move. If only you see them move, then you have to admit that there is at least the possibility that the movement is in your head. Agreed? That sounded good, but It sounded too familiar to be trusted. What if it was another trick? But what choice did he have? Maybe if Dr. Fredriks saw them move, hed be able to help him find out why everyone always forgot. Okay, fine But you have to bring a recorder, and you have to bring your notebook. I dont want any forgetting going on. Deal. Why dont we go now? ------ The stairs leading down to the old train station were dark and mossy, but Michael knew the way by heart. It was out in the middle of what used to be Boston, before the bombing. They got all the way down to the station floor before anything happened, which was odd. And all the shadows only moved when the doctor wasnt looking, which was odder. Dont you see it, doctor?! Theyre moving all over the place, but they wont let you see, and I dont remember why! Michael, none of the shadows are moving, except when my lamp tilts. Thats normal. Now do you see that His words trailed off, as the place where the shadow met the light at the door of the train swelled to a humanoid shape, void of light, then formed into what could adequately be referred to as a Dr. Fredriks copy, with a larger than possible grin on its face. The impossibly toothy mouth never opened, but the shadows cold, childlike voice reverberated through the room. Hello Michael. I see youve brought us another friend. Thank you ever so much. And in an instant, the Fredriks copy had devoured the original, and absorbed him into it's inky blackness. All at once, Michael remembered why everyone forgot, and he slumped his shoulders, knowing that in a day or two, hed forget about this part, too. The forgetting was inevitable. The next day he walked into the Doctors offices that took his insurance and stood in front of the receptionist. Dr. Fredriks got eaten by a shadow Dr. Who? Oh, right, one of your games again. Have a seat and Dr. Kiefer will be with you shortly.