Occult Book

Can you imagine my shock and anger when my wife told me she was almost assaulted? The day I returned from the hospital, at dinner, she told me about how that cretin from across the street tried to force himself onto her. Fortunately, she beat him off. The same piece of shit that I’ve seen complaining about women being mistreated. An advocate against all kinds of isms ended up being a potential rapist? Who would’ve thought!

I wasn’t too happy to hear my wife had to endure such treatment. I was livid, boiling inside. But I had to keep my cool. I wasn’t supposed to get stressed or do anything physical for a while. I was recovering from a pretty serious brain tumor and needed to rest. But how could I? A sleazy piece of shit nearly raped my wife.

I couldn’t! The night she told me that, I couldn’t sleep, I was tossing and turning in bed. Steaming under my skin. A strange impulse stewed inside of my mind. I had to punish the sick fucker. I had to make it clear he should never harm my wife or any other woman ever again.

I was going to make it very clear to him he’s fucked up pretty badly. He doesn’t know about the time I did behind bars. He didn’t know what I was capable of. I was going to teach him, however. I was going to carve that lesson into his disgusting sweaty skin.

I made sure no one saw me head out to his place. I didn’t need anyone to know about my little secret. Strangely enough, when I arrived at his place, I found the building to be brightly lit inside. I didn’t know him personally, but the amount of light was rather strange. Knocking on his door, I felt something pulsating inside my head. A strange nauseating sensation that turned into a familiar pain.

“Come inside” a cacophony of growls and shrill cries echoed inside of my skull. The ferocity of the sound nearly made me drop to my knees. My body started moving on its own accord as my hand pushed the door open and my legs led me inside. The walls pulsated and swam in themselves as my legs led me towards the living room through a brightly lit corridor.

Each step felt heavier and heavier, my whole body felt heavier as if I was walking deeper and deeper underwater. My head was pounding and my stomach twisted.

Once inside the living room, I found myself in a room filled with levitating furniture. At first, I was confused and somewhat dazzled by the strangeness of it all, but then I heard a pained moan from the corner of the room. My heart nearly froze when I saw the broken man huddled in the corner. His body was riddled with cuts from which sprang maggots and larvae. My anger and confusion turned into a bone-crushing dread. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It wasn’t so much the hollow shell of a man before me, but the thing that stood towering above him.

A pale winged gaunt, almost skeletal figure whose wings were nothing but an ocean of wriggling tongues and eyeballs swimming in the fleshy masses. Their gaze piercing in every direction.

The figure spun its head towards me, not moving its neck. A featureless, pure white face greeted me. A myriad of voices boomed inside of my head; "Your debt is repaid, a life for a life…" the voices cried and growled and laughed all in unison.

The thing that had saved my life came to collect its toll. A life for a life, my life for his.

The figure’s head turned back to the parody of a man splayed across the floor and one of its snow-white arms started metamorphosing. Chunks of flesh and other organic material grew out of the boney limb, bubbling, metastasizing like a cancerous growth without control. It twisted and bent and reshaped and reformed itself into the shape of a ten-eyed, mutated front half of a dog.

As I stood there in utter shock, unable to tear my eyes away from the abomination in front of me, I saw the canine limb slowly crawl towards the man who attempted to get his filthy hands on my wife. He was whimpering and crying, begging for mercy, oblivious to my presence. The creature wouldn’t listen and soon enough, the hellhound locked its jaws around his leg. The force of the bite crushed the limb and sent it flying with a fountain of blood serenaded by sickening cries of pain.

The dog must’ve liked it as it went wild on the pervert’s hopeless form, shredding it into a mass of shit and bloody chunks of human waste.

The dying screams of that fucker ringed in my ears long after the deed was done. Even after the winged creature disappeared in a flash of blinding light, leaving me covered in gore and bone fragments, I could still hear the sound of bones being broken and muscles being torn.

By the time I stopped shaking and regained a feeling of my body, I had noticed something, the same occult-looking book my wife has. His copy was thrown upside down next to a little human skull covered in dried-up blood.