Black Hole Shaped Human

This story is real.

This story is true.

This story is real and true because you will feel fear as you read through these lines.

There are things out there, things beyond our understanding, things that are completely true and yet we act as if they were a lie. They are however the cold, hard, dark truth. There are things that are clearly a lie that we accept as fact. However, said things are untrue, like the all loving creator deity watching over us from another dimension or something. The magical allfather – a being of ultimate good. It's all a lie.

Do you know why that's a lie? Because there are things that defy logic out there. There are things that shouldn't be able to exist under the watchful eye of a benevolent creator. Hitler, he had a purpose. The devil, he has a purpose. All of these lesser evils are explainable. They have a reason, they're true and real and they serve a purpose.

What I've seen however, it makes no sense, it serves no purpose it shouldn't exist.

It shouldn't be able to exist.

It is beyond all logic and reason and mathematical model and quantum mechanic. It simply shouldn't be possibly in our fragile and therefore it is the true visage of God.

We are incapable of understand the divine, and we are incapable of understand this.

I was walking home from a friend's party that day, I haven't drunk since. It was years ago. I haven't touched alcohol since that night. I haven't dared take a sip of the intoxicating liquid ever again. I am too afraid to meet this thing again. I am too scared of seeing God again.

I was walking down the street, it was late, maybe 2AM, and maybe 4AM. I cannot remember for the life of me. I was just walking, drunk, wobbling from side to side as drunk people do. The streets were fairly illuminated by the street lamps. It was all so serene and quiet, people were asleep. It was the middle of the week after all. I'm honest to G…

I don't remember. I don't remember what it was, which day. Middle of the week, some work day. I was off, injured, messed up my leg, so I allowed myself to party with my friend…

Uhhh… I don't remember which. I'll be honest, I don't remember much. See, but I remember this night. I remember my name; I remember my address and I remember that day. Other than that, I don't remember much. Well, I also remember my job and all that, but nothing other than the essentials. I'll be honest, I don't go out much anymore, nor do I sleep that much for that matter. See I am incredibly scared of the cold, hungry darkness. I only sleep when my body can no longer handle the caffeine and collapses under me, and even then, I'll sleep very little.

Anyway, I was walking home and everything seem so amusing to me, everything was dancing like the waves of the ocean. I haven't seen the ocean in a while… I do remember that day. Yeah, so I was just making my way home, wobbling, barely holding on to my cane. Yes, I had a cane at the time. The streets were really bright with the street lamps and the moon. That was good, I wouldn't fall.

I just walked home and home didn't seem to get any closer, I felt as if I was walking in place, like I was stuck. Being drunk though, I didn't notice this much. I just kept on walking and walking; I didn't even think. I think I didn't anyway. When the situation turned weird and I did start noticing that I wasn't covering any real distance, I didn't have much to formulate a plan because the street lights were suddenly disappearing.

They were being slowly sucked away into a darkness, a terrible, cold, uncaring, sadistic, violent, murderous darkness.

I felt uneasy and my body tensed up, a sharp pain shot through my leg because I jerked my body a little too hard. Anyway, I fell to the ground and grasped at my now aching leg. When I finally managed to get back up, I saw him there.

Standing.

I saw it standing.

It just stood there.

Slowly eating away at the lights all around it.

A human shaped black hole in the middle of the street.

I stared in awe, I felt the saliva trickle out of my mouth.

Yeah, it happened.

I stared and my skin crawled.

The alcohol began giving way to fear, fear that only grew stronger and deeper with each moment. My skin ran a marathon all over my body, the heat began rising all around me, my breathing became labored and my chest tightened. However, I simply stood there and stared.

And the darkness stared back.

I stood and I stared and my heart beat was rising, my ribs were beginning to hurt, my lungs were starting to burn and the air filling my nostrils and mouth became hotter and drier with each inhale. My muscles started aching and a sharp pain shot through my hurt leg again, I collapsed to the floor again. Trying to steady my breath, trying to calm down but I couldn't.

Hyperventilating, I pulled myself back up, the black hole shaped human stood next to me.

It was made up from the primordial stuff, from the primordial darkness. It was outline by the light of things all around us. It was otherwise the purest of all blacks. Completely lightless, colorless or anything.

It had two, no four, no six… ten… no… twenty… a hundred, a thousand, a billion wings. I don't know. Thinking about it makes my head hurt. I can't write about this. I can't even remember how many wings it had. Thinking about it hurts

My

Fucking

brain.

That thing… it went straight through me.

I felt it pulling something out of me…

Something vital.

Something was gone.

It was gone.

I collapsed.

Shivering and shaking, I was cold and hot and spinning and flying and static and I felt like I was being beaten by a gang of pissed of thugs. I was convulsing so badly.

I thought I was going to die.

Fear

Fear gripped at me.

I felt like I was going to die when that thing went through me.

I was afraid for my life.

I was so afraid I collapsed and convulsed and shook and I heard pops and cracks and streams of fire raged inside of my body. I felt like my spin was hit by a thunderbolt that struck at the back of my neck and traveled down my whole body. I shook and quivered and convulsed and spasms so badly I felt like I was going to die. My sphincter acted on their own at that moment, everything inside me went out. I felt like I was going to bleed out of every orifice. I felt the meal and booze of that day coming upwards.

Then it all came out. Sprayed all over myself and the concrete below me.

I think some puke landed in my airways because I couldn't breath for a moment, or a minute… or… I don't kjnowg

I don't know… I don't know how I survived this. My bopdy was breaking underneath the constant shaking and spasming. I tried screaming but all that came out was a pained hum. I don't know how I survived this thing.

I don't remember what happened next, I don't know what the hell even happened there. I was so afraid, I felt like my psyche was being torn apart, like I was losing bits and pits of myself to a violent gravitational pull. I was so afraid I was going to die.

I don't know what happened… O know I've mmet God and that he must be dwelling in the darkest of darkness. I am afraid of the dark, because I don't want to meet Gghod again.

I have to stop now the shaking is rettturning and I cann't stooop it.

Thhhiiiisss storrryy isss trueee, because I am afraiddd and so youuu should beeee.